"Huh? You mean... exercise?"
"Every morning?" (⊙_⊙)
"How can he do this!"
"Merlin's lace stockings, can't this beast channel his energy elsewhere..."
"Hm?" (???)(???)(?_?)
"That's not what I meant!"
Panicked, shy denials floated through the air...
Indeed.
Accustomed to various refined gentlemen around them, a boy like Tiger—brimming with such aggressive energy—was undoubtedly the most blood-stirring color painted on Slytherin's banner.
Silver and green might be elegant, but after seeing it for so long, wasn't it somewhat boring?
The bold strokes of wildness and ferocity gave many Slytherin girls a fresh sense of intrigue they'd never experienced.
Actually, changing flavors... wouldn't be bad?
News of Tiger requiring the little snakes to exercise at dawn, after fermenting all morning, reached every Slytherin student's ears.
During lunch break, the usually quiet Slytherin common room gradually became somewhat noisy.
Suppressed wails occasionally rose, like stones cast into a lake, stirring ripples.
Especially among the Slytherin girls.
Their carefully applied makeup involuntarily showed resistance, as if they could already foresee the sticky exhaustion after sweating profusely.
"Merlin, spare me!"
Lisa collapsed weakly on the sofa—she hadn't finished her custom Ravenclaw notebook yet.
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She'd been staying up late these past days. Where would she find energy for morning exercise...
Just then, Gemma Farley returned to the common room. Except for those belonging to Tiger, everyone else hurried over, faces full of pleading.
"Prefect Farley..."
No one dared face Tiger directly.
Even Gryffindor, renowned for courage, merely got angry for a moment when they saw Tiger following Hermione into their common room again to collect cats.
Let alone Slytherin.
Facing everyone's complaints and pleas, Gemma Farley slightly furrowed her brow, not rushing to respond.
She calmly waved her hand, signaling the crowd to disperse, then walked to the central sofa and gracefully sat down.
Her skirt swayed slightly, her slender, shapely right leg crossed over her left, hands resting lightly on her knees. Her elegant, upright posture was as refined as a sculpture.
Gemma Farley nodded slightly, speaking softly: "Don't be foolish. Shelby is right..."
Meanwhile, Riley Shafiq stood expressionlessly behind her, looking somewhat exasperated.
Her best friend was getting worked up again—only Riley Shafiq could tell.
Every time Shelby's name was mentioned, Gemma Farley's toes would unconsciously lift slightly.
Her lips would curve into an alluring yet inviolable arc—a nobility and charm only she could master...
"Your bodies are pathetically weak. Hogwarts isn't your vacation spot. Have trolls eaten all the courses your families arranged for you?"
Hearing this, the Slytherin pureblood children's hearts trembled.
Compared to children from ordinary wizarding families, they indeed displayed an ineffable excellence.
However, this brilliance didn't come from talent, but from carefully planned family curricula.
Languages, music, dance, horsemanship, fencing, hunting, etiquette, rhetoric, literature...
Heavy coursework and chaotic books filled their childhoods like constantly compressed springs.
Not everyone possessed strong will and self-control. From the day they entered Hogwarts, some had completely abandoned their family-arranged courses...
Gemma Farley gazed sideways.
"Holmes, last week, five of you cornered the Longbottom child in the corridor."
"And the result?"
Her piercing gaze swept over everyone as Gemma Farley spoke with disappointment:
"The Weasley twins played you like fools. Oriel reeked all over and even had his wand stolen."
"This is simply disgraceful!"
Slytherin didn't care about good or bad deeds, but losing to Gryffindor was the most shameful thing—especially Death Eater children losing to Order of the Phoenix children.
Holmes's father had been imprisoned in Azkaban by Longbottom's father. Gemma Farley was well aware of the hatred between them.
"But..."
Holmes's face flushed red.
He tried explaining that magic wasn't allowed in corridors, which led to this result.
However, when he saw the female prefect's dangerous look, he ultimately chose to shut his mouth obediently.
"Since Claire graduated, Quidditch team recruits get worse each year."
Gemma Farley's expression turned completely cold.
After the previous Quidditch captain graduated, Slytherin's playing style became appalling.
"For victory, Flint can only choose to win at any cost. Is such victory worth pride?"
"Slytherin's glory."
"Pureblood nobility's glory."
"When did it become so ugly? Can't you hear the boos from the stands?"
The common room atmosphere fell silent.
Facing the female prefect's merciless rebuke, the Slytherins all lowered their heads.
Even Tiger'sSlytherins put away their schadenfreude smiles, falling into silence.
"Technically inferior to Ravenclaw's finesse, lacking Gryffindor's boldness."
"Even your wins aren't as graceful as Hufflepuff's losses. You're too complacent!"
"Male or female, everyone must participate!"
With these unquestionable words, expectant light flickered in her cold, proud eyes as Gemma Farley's toes playfully tapped again.
Holding her beloved's hand, facing the rising sun, strolling along the Black Lake...
Merlin's sexy nightgown.
Nothing could be more romantic.
Love-brain mode fully activated.
The noble girl snorted smugly.
I knew it, stupid smelly tiger. You should've given in long ago. I won't let you hold my hand...
Hearing this heart-tickling hum, Riley Shafiq's eye twitched. She quickly walked before everyone, hands behind her back, speaking seriously:
"Don't harbor false hopes. Prefect Boasted has spoken—Slytherin women must be stronger than men, and Slytherin men must be stronger than livestock."
"You can't escape..."
Us? Livestock?
The Slytherin boys' faces darkened.
Such crude, savage comparisons—no need to guess who said that. The underlying threat was obvious.
"Fine..."
Painful sighs rose and fell.
Under her friend's constant urging gestures, Gemma Farley quietly left the common room.
The romance and tenderness in her mind had uncontrollably surfaced on her cold features.
This couldn't be seen by others.
Just then, the sound of shifting stone walls slowly arose. Heart-melting cat mews grew closer as Tiger, holding an armful of Gunpowder, entered the common room.
"Good afternoon, Father..."
His Slytherins turned around, nodding in greeting.
The other Slytherins sighed and returned to their dormitories.
The female prefect's rebuke had greatly affected them. It was time to pick up previously neglected courses and duties.
"You do your thing." Tiger waved dismissively. "I'm resting for a bit..."
He quickly walked to where Gemma Farley had just sat and lay down sideways.
His feet crossed over the armrest, maintaining his characteristic casual freedom.
Accompanied by the sound of stretching bones, a contented sigh slowly arose.
Having not indulged in cat-sniffing for so long, he couldn't wait to make Gunpowder purr...
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