Chapter 41 First Night

Harry took a long look at the Slytherin common room trying to get used to the fact that he is going to spend the next seven years here. While he is looking around the prefects are giving the welcome speech and explaining the basics to his fellow first years.

As Harry looked around he noticed that most of the students of Slytherin House are here, from the second to the seventh years are in the common room watching first years instead of returning to their dorms like usual.

This is not good, some idiot kids are trying to put a show in front of the entire house so they gathered most of the students here. Looking at the smug looks on the faces of about a half dozen seventh-year boys sitting on the couch, these are most likely the idiots Harry is looking for.

Harry doesn't remember the specific names but these boys are all from minor pureblood houses that support the whole pureblood supremacy cause, death eaters and other such nonsense. These brats probably think they are grownups doing politics by humiliating and bullying some defenceless first years.

But the question is why now? There have always been half-bloods and even muggle-borns in the Slytherin but in school all of the pureblood cause is limited to mostly name-calling and some minor duels with only weak hexes being used.

Hogwarts is known as the best among the best magical schools and is regarded as one of the most secure places in the entire magical world. So the castle and the staff are pretty strict when it comes to the safety of their students.

Trying to do something to the first years and doing it deliberately in front of the entire house tells Harry that these boys are stupid and more importantly reckless. That is never a good combination for anything.

Most of the students in the common room don't even have a clue, they are all probably waiting because they were told to be here by their seniors.

As the two prefects are done, a blond boy got up from the couch and made his way to the first years. The male prefect quickly realised that something is wrong but before he could try anything to stop the blond he got hit by a spell in his back from one of the boys on the couch.

The common room went silent as the prefect got knocked out on the ground. The female prefect quickly took out her wand but stopped seeing those boys stand up with their wands ready. Seeing that the numbers are against her she instead chose to flee the room to most likely get the other prefects and if she is smart a professor.

The blond leading this ragtag group of pureblood activists has smug look on his face seeing the prefect flee, he probably thinks that no one can stop them since these six boys are most likely more than half of the male seventh years and anyone below the sixth year won't even think about going against a seventh year.

The blond in the middle of the room started monologuing like he is some third-grade villain "For so long the name and sanctity of the great of House of Slytherin has been tainted and muddied by halfbreeds and mudbloods, and as if that was not enough they have now let in a rabid dog into our great house. We as proud members of our noble race would not stand for this any longer...."Harry stopped paying attention after this and turned to the boy with short black hair standing next to him.

Oscar Lupin, the adopted son of his uncle Remus, his uncle took Oscar in after the war, after the boy's werewolf mother was killed by Fenrir Greyback for opposing the werewolves siding with Voldemort. Remus took this boy in because Oscar inherited the werewolf curse and after the death of his mother there was no one to look after him.

These boys were obviously told to mess with the werewolf students so their parents can create some absurd reasons to stop these students from attending Hogwarts. These werewolf children were only allowed in school for the past three years so the oldest among them is a third-year and these foolish brats in front of Harry are using the opportunity that Oscar is the first werewolf student to be sorted Slytherin to cause trouble for the werewolves and his uncle Remus.

The first years scattered like ants and got away from Oscar probably on orders the blond but Harry can't be sure because he stopped listening long ago. So it is just Harry and Oscar standing in the middle of the room against half a dozen seventh years.

Harry doesn't really know Oscar because he only saw the boy a few times during the last eleven years, most likely due to the boy being self-conscious about the werewolf curse. But today the boy earned Harry's respect.

Harry can see the boy's fear from his trembling left hand but even against six older boys, Oscar stood firm with a fire in his eyes and a wand ready in his right hand. Harry has met all types of people but exceedingly few amongst them have the guts to stand and fight even against overwhelming odds.

Daphne pov:

Daphne knew it in her gut that something was wrong the moment she entered this room but she ignored it and now shit is about to hit the fan.

She has no idea what these seventh years are thinking pulling shit like this but these idiots are hovering over the eldest potter child, if something happens to one of the potter children here then the Slytherin common room will be crawling with most of the Auror department by tomorrow.

The boy leading this parade told Harry to move aside and that they only want the werewolf but the green-eyed boy just reassuringly patted the werewolf next to him as he causally stood there with a wand lazily twirling in his left hand.

The idiot potter is literally asking for a fight with mirth clearly visible in his eyes.