The Head of House doesn't care whether you'll be ostracized by classmates—he only cares whether your papers can be submitted on time. If you're ostracized, the Head of House won't bother with you, but if you can't finish your papers on time, the Head of House will come to your side and use his 82 years of venomous tongue to spray you with poison until you doubt your existence and obediently finish your papers.
A world where only Sean suffers critical hits from the Head of House has been achieved!
Bidding farewell to Snape, Sean returned to the Slytherin common room. As soon as he entered, he saw the entire common room fall silent. Everyone in the common room was looking at him—some with hesitation on their faces, others with hidden hostility. Marcellus Bulstrode, who had been discharged before Sean, and Malfoy, whose family had lost a dragon reserve, looked at Sean with pure malice, as if waiting to see a good show.
"Sean, there's going to be a meeting in a bit. Come with me."
Turning to look at Samuel, whose expression was complex, Sean smiled and nodded. Ignoring those watching the spectacle, he followed Samuel directly to the meeting place of the Slytherin Brotherhood reserve organization.
When Sean followed Samuel to this familiar place, he immediately noticed the gazes of the others present. Unlike outside, the people here didn't have such intense emotional coloring, but Sean understood their stance the moment he arrived.
He walked directly to his previous seat and sat down.
But just then, a fifth-year from Oliver's faction suddenly challenged Sean: "This isn't where you should be sitting, and you don't have the right to sit here!"
Sean completely ignored him and just looked at the others, saying, "Everyone gathered here should be waiting for me. I'm honored to have you all assembled here. Whatever you have to say, say it now."
Seeing that Sean completely ignored him, the person's face reddened slightly. He stood up abruptly and reached to draw his wand.
But just as his hand touched his wand, Sean had already raised his wand and aimed it at him. A flash of red light, and the person was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground, while his wand traced an arc and fell at Sean's feet.
This kind of strength...
It seemed his killing of the Basilisk really wasn't due to momentary luck.
Experts know quality when they see it.
Sean's simple display immediately let everyone present know his capabilities.
But strength aside, some things still needed to be said.
Irina looked at Sean with a hint of worry on her face. After a moment of silence, she spoke to Sean: "Sean, did you kill the Basilisk left by Slytherin? If you didn't kill it, you can tell us to prevent us from misunderstanding you. After all, the Savior and the headmaster's phoenix were also present—anything could have happened, right?"
Sean looked at Irina, knowing she was speaking up for him and trying to give him an out. But while he appreciated her good intentions, Sean had already formed some new ideas on his way here. Originally, without anyone under his command, he naturally needed to join the Slytherin Brotherhood to try to gain power.
But now, with Barrett hidden here under his control, there was no need to continue staying in this organization personally. If there were no other issues, staying would be fine, but since they wanted to challenge him over the Basilisk's death, Sean might as well retreat behind the scenes. Having Barrett continue to gain power in this organization would be sufficient.
Compared to himself, Barrett—who was fanatical about Voldemort and had faith in Slytherin—was most suitable for this organization.
"I killed the Basilisk. There's no doubt about that."
Hearing Sean's words, Irina sighed helplessly.
At this moment, Oliver slowly stood up, his right hand resting on the wand at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment, obviously prepared to prevent Sean from suddenly attacking. At the same time, he looked at Sean and said, "Sean Bulstrode, as a member of Slytherin House, you should uphold the glory of Slytherin pure blood!
But you killed the Basilisk left behind by Salazar Slytherin. This behavior is betrayal! Your betrayal of Salazar Slytherin! Your betrayal of Slytherin House!
Therefore, we will convey the will of the Slytherin Brotherhood—we revoke your membership in the Slytherin Brotherhood reserve organization, and on behalf of Slytherin House, we expel you. From now on, you are no longer a member of Slytherin!"
"What? How could there be such a decision!" Irina stood up, staring hard at Oliver and questioning, "Leaving the Slytherin Brotherhood reserve organization is one thing, but expelling from Slytherin House? You don't have that authority! I don't believe this is the Slytherin Brotherhood's decision!"
"If you don't believe it, then look at this."
Oliver threw out a piece of parchment that floated down into Irina's hands.
Catching the parchment, Irina looked at its contents and the magical seal in the bottom right corner, immediately knowing this parchment was genuinely issued by the Slytherin Brotherhood.
Her expression changed slightly. Irina sighed and sat down, saying nothing more.
Seeing Irina's reaction, Oliver's lips curved into a smile. Just as he was about to say something more, he saw Sean looking at him with a strange expression.
Frowning slightly, Oliver asked Sean, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm not looking at anything. I just find it somewhat laughable."
"Laughable?"
Without bothering with Oliver, Sean stood up and said, "Since you've already made your decision, I won't linger here any longer. I'm withdrawing from this Slytherin Brotherhood reserve organization right now, and I'll have no relationship with you all in the future.
Of course, if anyone thinks they can still be friends with me, Sean, you're welcome to find me. As for what you said about expelling me from Slytherin House—don't say such ridiculous things in the future. A civilian organization based on Slytherin House trying to expel Slytherin students in return—how absurd."
Having said this, Sean no longer lingered and turned to leave.
But just then, two people beside him stood up one after another. From their appearance, they were obviously preparing to cause trouble for Sean because of his words.
And naturally, Sean wouldn't give them that opportunity.
He kicked out, sending one person flying backward to kneel on the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning continuously.
With a backhand punch, he struck the other person's nose. Hearing the sound of the other's nose bridge breaking, Sean left in a good mood, with no one daring to block his way.