Getting off the train and boarding the carriages to arrive at Hogwarts.
The four of them stepped down from the carriage and were about to follow the crowd into Hogwarts Castle when Malfoy's voice, clearly carrying sarcasm and schadenfreude, came from nearby.
"I heard from Longbottom that you fainted, Potter! What was that about? Was it because of those Dementors? The famous savior Harry Potter actually fainted from being scared by Dementors?!"
Looking at Malfoy causing trouble for Harry, Blaise said helplessly: "Tell me, why does he always go looking for trouble with the savior? Doesn't he ever get tired of it?"
Yawning, Sean said to Blaise: "This must be love. Our young master Malfoy always has an obsession with Harry. Every so often he goes to cause Harry trouble. I don't know where he gets the persistence to be so consistent and single-minded in troubling Harry."
"Like that..." Blaise turned to look at Malfoy, who was currently troubling Harry with eyes full of light, as if he'd found the meaning of life. Seeing this scene, Blaise frowned slightly and smiled: "If that's the case, I actually have some admiration for our young master Malfoy."
Passing through the magnificent oak doors into the spacious and deep entrance hall, under the light of torches burning on the walls, a magnificent marble staircase led upward. Just as everyone was about to go up the stairs, Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor, called Harry and Hermione away, while the others continued up the marble staircase to the Great Hall and sat down at their respective house tables.
When Sean walked past the long table, he noticed that quite a few upper-year Slytherin students actually nodded at him with smiles. You have to understand that at last year's end-of-term feast, these same people had treated him as if he didn't exist. In just one holiday, these guys' attitudes toward him had completely changed.
This scene was obviously noticed by Blaise and the others as well.
The four sat at the edge of the Slytherin table, and Blaise said quietly to Sean: "They didn't expect that paper you published at the end of the term to be so important. It completely changed the mental recovery potion formula, enhanced its effects, and lowered costs. What this represents isn't just a few Galleons. In the face of money, that so-called Slytherin Brotherhood reserve organization is nothing."
"But I already gave the patent to the Bulstrode family."
"Even if the patent was given to the Bulstrode family, with just a word from you, they could participate in this business. That's not just Galleons anymore, but also a chance to connect with the Bulstrode family."
Hearing this, Sean looked at Blaise with some surprise: "But my relationship with the Bulstrode family was already good before."
This time, before Blaise could answer, Jansen immediately said to Sean: "Young master..."
"I said before, call me by my name at Hogwarts."
Pausing, Jansen changed his words again: "Sean, we naturally know about your relationship with the master, but others don't. They only saw Mr. Borell targeting you and didn't see your relationship with the master.
This time you went to Bulstrode Manor with sir and madam, the master cooperated with you, and gave you people from the Bulstrode family. They also saw your relationship with the master and learned the truth, so naturally their opinion of you changed.
In short, these guys only see profit. The current you not only researches things that can earn large amounts of money but also has an extremely close relationship with the Bulstrode family, not as bad as they imagined. For these guys who only have profit in their eyes, the so-called prohibition from the Slytherin Brotherhood doesn't matter anymore. Even some people within the Slytherin Brotherhood already want to make contact with you again."
"Contact? If I remember correctly, they were the ones who drove me away, weren't they?"
"The Slytherin Brotherhood isn't a monolithic bloc internally, and there isn't just one voice. I heard from my father that the Slytherin Brotherhood previously wanted to block your paper from appearing in The Golden Cauldron, but it was later stopped by the master. For this, the Slytherin Brotherhood even expelled a high-ranking member.
Of course, according to my father, that member had already offended quite a few people. He was a sacrificial pawn from the beginning, so his expulsion didn't matter."
Sean frowned slightly. He hadn't expected there to be so many troubles beyond his paper and that his grandfather had also blocked so many things for him.
Besides this, Sean's impression of the Slytherin Brotherhood became increasingly worse, while his idea of using Barrett to completely control the Slytherin Brotherhood became more and more firm.
None of these guys should expect to escape!
While Sean and the others were talking, the Sorting Ceremony also completely ended.
Slytherin gained eight new first-year students.
Sean had no interest in getting to know those new students, but the new students didn't think the same way. Some of them had already received instructions from their families before coming to Hogwarts.
Among them, a boy named Malcolm Baddock came directly to Sean's side after the Sorting ended.
"Hello, Senior Sean, my name is Malcolm, Malcolm Baddock."
Turning to look at him, Sean nodded: "Hello, Malcolm, just call me Sean."
"Mm, Sean, I just arrived at Hogwarts, so I'll be troubling you from now on."
"You won't be troubling me much, mainly the school professors."
Hearing Sean's words, Malcolm immediately nodded knowingly and tactfully, then excused himself and left.
Watching Malcolm leave, Blaise smiled: "He's a kid who can read the room."
"Also a kid who wears his thoughts on his face."
It wasn't that Sean and the others rejected Malcolm; it's just that anyone would find it strange if someone suddenly appeared and said they wanted to be friends.
That was exactly Sean and the others' situation.
At this moment, Harry and Hermione entered the Great Hall and returned to the Gryffindor table. It was also at this time that Dumbledore stood up and came to the center of the Great Hall.
He looked the same as always. Graying hair and beard, half-moon spectacles, smiling expression, consistently gentle, giving people a sense of trust.
"Welcome, welcome everyone, back to Hogwarts for the new term.
Next I have a very important matter to announce, and I hope to tell you this before your brains become muddled after the meal.
Dementors from the Ministry of Magic's Azkaban will be stationed at Hogwarts, so this year's rules have undergone some corresponding changes!"