Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 60 I'm Actually Your Sister, Slack

Chapter 60 I'm Actually Your Sister, Slack (Tenth Update)

Draco Malfoy was filled with regret for hiding under the bed!

He was absolutely certain that Daphne Greennath's expression must be extremely unpleasant right now.

Such a proud person, standing before Slack, completely shed her pride, using power and desire to tempt Orochimaru.

This is like a naked woman trying her best to conquer a man.

But Slack Anguiz rejected her with absolute certainty, leaving her utterly humiliated.

That was so well done!

Draco Malfoy couldn't help but want to cheer for Orochimaru and crawl out from under the bed to see the expression on Daphne Gringnath's face.

Unfortunately, he would be very disappointed if he crawled out from under the bed.

When people encounter major setbacks, their faces are expressionless, like a soulless corpse.

Orochimaru has seen many such cases, and now he has encountered another one.

He smiled leisurely, and just as Daphne Greennath had done before, he turned and sat back on the bed, then looked back at her with even more composure than Daphne had.

Daphne was at a loss, her mind replaying Orochimaru's earlier rejection over and over again. After countless repetitions, her lips began to tremble, and she started to twitch nervously as if electrocuted.

"You—say that again!"

Daphne Greennath abruptly stood up, her pale green eyes filled with barely concealed rage.

This flame is enough to burn everything to ashes.

But the flames were not enough to instill even a trace of fear in Orochimaru.

When he refused the invitation from the powerful ninja clan to marry him, the clan leader threatened him in the same way.

"Who do you think you are? Orochimaru!"

Faced with such a question, Orochimaru did not answer. He simply looked at the other party calmly, watching as the other party's face first began to twitch nervously, then surged with wave after wave of anger, until finally, the clan leader even ran directly in front of him.

Just like Daphne now.

"Who do you think you are! Slack Anguis! You mudblood!" Daphne roared furiously. "Answer me! How dare you, how dare you—"

She kept grumbling and cursing, using up all the words she had ever used in her life.

For a pure-blood wizard, especially for Daphne who had just started her first year, she had never encountered such an insult in her life!

"I'm going to expose your bloodline to everyone! I'm going to—I'm going to tell my father that you'll be forever barred from pureblood status!"

Daphne became more and more agitated as she spoke, and she even hoped that she would use the Unforgivable Curse at this moment to kill Slack Anguis instantly!

But there was nothing she could do!

She could only vent her anger, like a helpless, hissing cat.

Because Orochimaru remained calm in the face of her anger, her threats, and her resentment. He even seemed to be watching a windmill being blown by the wind and listening to the sound of the wind gently blowing across the grass.

Silence is the greatest contempt!

Daphne took a deep breath, her pale face already flushed with anger. She glared at Orochimaru with all her might, then walked towards the door.

As she reached the door, Daphne suddenly turned around.

"You'll regret this!"

Bang!

Daphne slammed the door shut, leaving only her resentful words echoing helplessly in the school infirmary.

These are the great clans.

Orochimaru savored this familiar ending, leisurely watching Malfoy crawl out from under the bed.

His face was flushed red as he excitedly paced back and forth in front of Orochimaru.

The words were already on Malfoy's lips, but he didn't know where to begin.

Because everything that purebloods represent is actually disregarded by Slack!

Look at how he rejected Daphne. Even the Dark Lord, whom his father feared, would be no different, right?

Malfoy was overwhelmed by the thoughts swirling in his mind, making it difficult for him to think calmly.

Before Malfoy could even gather his thoughts, footsteps sounded again at the door.

Is anyone else coming?

Before anyone could knock on the door, Malfoy immediately and skillfully slipped under Orochimaru's bed.

"Slack, are you alright?"

The person who opened the door immediately inquired about Orochimaru's sadness, her face showing a hint of worry, like an older sister seeing her little brother injured.

Is that you?

Cousin Yena Yaxley?!

When Malfoy heard the question, he was momentarily taken aback, but then realized that it was indeed the case.

Since I'm here, and Daphne is here, there's no reason why Yena Yaxley, the Poison Group's cousin, shouldn't come either!

They, the Slytherins, should all be the same!

But how will her cousin seduce Slack Anguis into joining the Poisons Group?

Will she, like Daphne, use power and desire, or will she, like herself, offer generous terms?

Malfoy guessed and thought and thought, but his defenses crumbled in the next moment.

"Actually, you are my younger brother," Yena Yaxley said softly, as if she were revealing some incredible secret.

Am I not your cousin?

Why is Slack Anguilty your cousin?

Malfoy bit his lip tightly, feeling that the changes in the world were so unpredictable.

Everything he wanted became a bargaining chip in front of Slack Anguil.

The prospect of becoming a future prefectural leader and a regular Quidditch player was nothing more than a joke to Slack.

A clearly promised fiancée and the approval of a pure-blood family only earned Slack a thank you.

Meanwhile, his cousin, whom he had always thought was exceptionally mature and capable, was speaking gently to Orochimaru in words he couldn't understand at all.

"I would like to hear the details."

Orochimaru responded calmly.

He had seen this kind of tactic before. This happened sometime after he and Jiraiya became the Legendary Sannin.

At that time, the war had just ended, and suddenly many of Jiraiya's and Jiraiya's relatives appeared out of nowhere in Konoha.

Some of them lived very far apart, so far that you had to go back to their great-great-grandfather's generation.

Some of them are very close relatives, like cousins, and they even played together before.

But the same problem arises—

Where were you before we became the Legendary Sannin?

"I wasn't sure about your identity before, so I sent a letter home," Yena Yaxley said softly, as if expressing her helplessness. "Your mother is my father's sister; she's my aunt."

Who can prove it?

Orochimaru watched calmly.

"Professor Snape can attest to that! He visited my father during the summer holidays, and that's what my father told me."

Yena Yaxley hurriedly added.

She shouldn't have been so humble, but for a pure-blooded family like the Yaxleys, they desperately needed someone like Orochimaru.

"You just need to nod, and you can use the Yaxley surname next semester. You don't need to have your family tree certified; you are a natural member of our sacred Twenty-Eight Clans."

As Yena Yaxley spoke, she couldn't help but paint a picture of their bright future for Orochimaru.

"Let's join forces and lead Slytherin as the Poisons Group. After we graduate, we will be the most powerful Axley siblings, and we will become the leaders of the Holy Twenty-Eight."

"To revive a pure-blooded family that has been passed down for thousands of years and become a great ancestor that no one can ignore."

Yena Yaxley tried to persuade Orochimaru with familial affection, but in the end, she still circled back to what the Slytherins were most familiar with.

It's just different from the previous Daphne.

The power and status she offered were intertwined with familial affection. This was far more alluring than mere power and status.

She felt she had almost convinced Orochimaru!

Malfoy, who was hiding under the bed, felt that he had been persuaded!

He couldn't help but imagine himself in that situation, his own family falling into decline, and suddenly a sister asking him to help her revive the Malfoy family—

Family honor, great ancestors, power and status —

All of this filled Malfoy's mind, making it difficult for him to think clearly and calmly.

Say yes, Slack.

I don't blame you.

Malfoy thought to himself subconsciously.

He was still disappointed, though, because Orochimaru didn't say a word.

If Malfoy had crawled out from under the bed, he would have found that Orochimaru had not said a word, and his expression had not changed at all.

He continued to gaze leisurely at the stranger who called herself his sister, watching her expression shift from anticipation and allure to a barely perceptible hint of disappointment.

In the end, she even pointed to the small white snake coiled around Orochimaru's neck.

“I’m not lying to you, Slack. The Yaxley family is truly at its wits’ end,” Yena Yaxley said with utter candor. “We can’t even afford a pet that eats only one Galleon a month.”

Oh?

Yennefer was your pet before?

Orochimaru lowered his head, and the little white snake Yennefer immediately slid obediently to his fingertips, raising its triangular snake head and flicking its red tongue at its current master.

The interaction between the human and the snake was so natural and appropriate that Yena Yaxley felt she shouldn't be there at all.

But she had to convince Slack; this was her best chance!

So she decided to put down her last chip.

"Our Yaxley family possesses a secret passed down for centuries," Yena Yaxley said, finally revealing her true intentions as she looked at Orochimaru, who was toying with his pet, "It's a secret about ancient magic. Shall we join hands and release it from its darkest seal?"

Ancient magic?

Is this yet another random, inexplicable thing?

Orochimaru was somewhat interested, but he wasn't used to having conditions set for him.

He will always be the one setting the conditions, always.

Because he only ever trusts what he creates with his own hands.

This is his way of ninja.

so----

"No, but thank you anyway," Orochimaru replied calmly. "If fate allows, I will repay you for this information."

The rejection was so swift and decisive that it completely surprised Yena Yaxley.

She really couldn't understand what had possessed Slack Anguis to reject her unconditional advances.

This is a shortcut to instant success for any half-blood wizard!

Even Professor Snape, when he was accepted into the Poisons Group by the ancestors of the Axley family, had an indescribable joy on his face.

But why did it turn out like this when we got here?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Yena Yaxley stared blankly at Orochimaru, her lips trembling and moving, but ultimately she didn't utter a single harsh word.

She simply lowered her head in silence, looking at the school clinic floor reflecting the moonlight, then slowly and regretfully turned around and gently pushed open the door to the school clinic.

The sign that read "Hospitalized, Do Not Disturb" seemed to be silently mocking her retreating figure.

Meanwhile, Malfoy, who had crawled out from under the bed, looked at Orochimaru with a puzzled expression.

Slack disdained power and status.

He didn't even crave the legendary ancient magic, a power that even the Dark Lord didn't know about?

What does he really need?

Malfoy wanted to think, but he felt powerless to do so.

He could only look to Orochimaru for help, like a desperate and confused believer waiting for the gospel of his master.