How Do You Get Into The Slytherin Common Room Mga Nobela at Kwento

Heading out the front door, I avoid all other contact with the people around me, making the track to my potions class that just so happened to be on the other side of campus. It was a decently long walk, but that was the exact reason why I left so early. After the ten minute walk I finally reached the building class was held in and tugged open the door. Walking inside, I slip past even more students and head down the stairs to the basement. It was kind of dreary, but apparently potions have always been held in the same room since the school was opened. Something about the darkness and moisture of being underground helps certain herbs thrive. I'm not sure I really believe it though.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Liam said I handed the bouquet of flowers to the young girl "Give this to Darcy. Tell her to take this to my room" "Consider it done your highness" she bowed her head and left "I'm still trying to get use to this" I murmured to myself before heading to the ritual room. Unlike yesterday, the ritual room was pitched black "Sabrina" I called. I could see nothing She lit a candle in the middle of the room and slowly turned to look at me "An ordinary clothes won't be allow to enter. Change into the gown by your right" she said robotically "You need to eat out of the forgiveness apple on the forgiveness tree, which had been bitten six different times by your predecessors"

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Delaney and Morris didn't waste a second clapping their hands nice and loud. "It appears we have another impressive examinee that has caught the eyes of the Commanders," Headmaster said, seemingly even more amused than earlier. "Now please, choose which dorm you would like to get in." Cyan looked up at the High Lord, giving him a questioning look. Lavendori merely nodded, which was expected, and Cyan could only sigh. As if I can get an answer from that. "I would like to join Lu . . ." Cyan trailed off, batting Delaney and Morris a glance, and grumbled. "Faenice. I would like to join Faenice."

They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other. Strange, she thought, wondering why she felt the need to compare the two. She'd only known Marwan for less than a month and Muslim even less so. It's weird how when you meet a person you take a liking to them immediately you find out you share the same love for the same book or movie. "Slytherin," she replied, proudly. "Ah," he nodded. "I'd have pegged you for a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Are you a parselmouth too?"

"From my parents' messy divorce and my father's subsequent alcoholism. Very fun family dynamics." They all looked at me expectantly. "Trauma," I said simply. "Recent trauma. I'm trying to... process it." Something in my tone must have conveyed that I wasn't ready to elaborate, because Sabrina immediately pivoted. "Well, you're in the right place. The therapy here is actually good - when you can ignore all the weird hierarchy bullshit." She sat up suddenly. "Oh! Did Rachel tell you about the party?" "What party?" "There's a party tonight," Hermione explained. "There's always a party somewhere on Friday nights. This week it's in the East Wing common room. You should come with us."

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

Sierra’s POV The bell had only just rung, but the hallway was already heaving. Bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, boots scuffing against stone floors polished smooth by centuries of footsteps. The air was thick with chatter and the faint metallic tang of spell residue. Sierra kept her head down, eyes locked on the scuffed tiles beneath her boots, hoping to dissolve into the tide of students. Lunch. Just get to lunch. Avoid Elara. Avoid attention. Avoid— “Oi, freak! Where do you think you’re slithering off to?”