When the Sorting Hat called out the name, Lin An saw Harry's mouth wide open, and everyone at the Slytherin table stopped politely welcoming the new student.
They were wearing black robes with dark green edges, and all of them had a look of indifference, reserve, consideration, and slight disdain on their faces.
Lin An understands——
In a true pure-blood family, everyone shares their names. In order to ensure the purity of their blood, they generally do not marry far away. Especially since I look like a mixed-race person, my name also sounds like a mixed-race person.
It seems that, as the story goes, non-pure bloods should not be very popular in Slytherin.
However, this is not a problem at all.
Lin An raised his hand and put the Sorting Hat back on the bench, then walked to the Slytherin table calmly and calmly with his head held high, and successfully found the seat prepared for the new students to sit down.
There was silence at the dinner table.
No one spoke.
Lin An didn't take it seriously either.
She was very tired after running around all day.
However, this indifference did not last long, and with another shout of "Slytherin", the blond Draco Malfoy was walking towards the long table like a proud white peacock.
The students gave warm applause and welcome.
Draco Malfoy had no choice. The seats at the dining table were next to each other, so he sat next to Lin An.
As a girl, Lin An's innate development advantages made Lin An half a head taller than him. Looking sideways at this moment, Draco's shoulders and back were very flat when he sat down...
The manners of a noble are, to put it bluntly, just good-looking.
She looked back with admiration, but saw the young master looking at her with the same arrogant expression as on the train:
"I remember you, Muggle-born half-blood."
He remembered Lin An's Muggle clothes.
"Harry Potter listens to you very much," he raised his brows, trying to strike a devilish pose. However, he was too young, with snow-white skin, golden but meticulous hair, and a few scattered freckles on his face.
All make him look even cuter:
"Shouldn't you be in Gryffindor?"
Lin An smiled slightly (she spent a lot of effort not to laugh out loud):
"Harry and I are good friends, and it has nothing to do with which college we are in. Everyone has his own way to go - hello, my name is Lin an, from China."
Draco was obviously a little surprised.
Well, he actually knew his attitude well. It was hard to imagine that the mixed-race man in front of him would actually want to make friends with him in such a casual and intimate tone.
But I have to say that the identity of the other party as "Harry Potter's friend" gave this exchange a bit more weight.
Draco Malfoy felt a little bit... strange, more proud than Harry Potter.
So he raised his eyebrows again and held out his palms reservedly:
"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."
Lin An suspected that she held the hand with the mentality of looking after Zaizai, but she quickly found a more important topic:
"You know... I mean, a noble family like yours should be familiar with house elves, right? Can you tell me, can the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen provide meals for students alone?"
"Or, will they cook Chinese food?"
Lin An looked at him very seriously: "After all, British food is really terrible."
Draco Malfoy's face turned red instantly.
——Because of anger.
The young master is actually a CP reserve hahaha...
But when I watched the movie, the most amazing thing was the boy in the Quidditch game... I forgot about that character, I'll look it up another day.
