Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 261 Emotions

"Oh right, the people outside..."

Have you figured out what to say to appease them?

Zabini's words silenced everyone in the room once again.

Thea's sudden departure was undoubtedly a major blow to Slytherin; after all, the title of "uncrowned queen" was not given lightly.

“Gella,”

Daphne broke the silence, "Did Thea say anything?"

Under the lamplight, the girl's resentment was forcibly suppressed as time passed, with only the burning intensity in her eyes revealing a hint of her thoughts.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes once again focused on Gella.

Helpless, Gella could only carefully recount Thea's words, "She left in such a hurry that, apart from those notes and documents... the instructions she left behind are not useful at this time."

"But the most urgent task is to elect the next leader."

"Otherwise... I'm worried that some brainless individuals might just start fighting Gryffindor."

Zabini and the others nodded. This was their eagerness to appease Slytherin, after all, Dumbledore was still around, and it wouldn't be a wise choice to openly fight Gryffindor now.

"So...do you have any candidates you would recommend?"

"We can't let others reap the rewards."

Everyone knows who the "others" Gellar is referring to are. The saying "when the cat's away, the mice will play" applies everywhere.

"I'll do it!"

The sound of the door opening and a slightly hoarse voice drew everyone's attention.

"Draco?"

"Draco...you..."

Seeing the complicated looks in their eyes, Draco wasted no time and listed his advantages one by one on his fingers:

"First, I am the heir to the Malfoy family. Although the prestige of this lineage has diminished, it is not nonexistent."

Zabini nodded.

"Secondly, I still hold the position of prefect, which gives me some leverage against those restless fellows. Although Dumbledore is biased, he still has some foresight."

Gella and Daphne nodded.

"In the end, among us, I am the most suitable to serve as the interim leader."

Draco's words were true. If you count a few people, Gellar had long been accustomed to hiding his true abilities, and if he were to show himself rashly, he might provoke a backlash from Slytherin.

Although Daphne is rough around the edges, she is also meticulous, but she has not yet reached the point where she can completely control her emotions.

Zabini has the disadvantage of a privileged family background. He is quick-witted and observant, but overall he is more suited to be a strategist than a general.

As for Theodore, he has an extremely high talent for potions, a rare genius who can rival Thea, and comes from a good family, but there is one problem... he has difficulty staying calm when it comes to things related to Thea.

The group was aware of their own shortcomings. Since Draco was willing to take on the responsibility, they naturally wouldn't strongly oppose it. Their previous concerns were simply that people's hearts might change, and that Draco might also be tempted by power.

"Alright, shall we begin now?"

"If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid they'll tear down the door."

Zabini's sarcasm brought a slight smile to the faces of those present.

"Draco, this time it's up to you."

"Stabilize Slytherin and get back on your feet as quickly as possible; that's your top priority right now."

Draco nodded, remembering Zabini's kindness.

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Draco wasn't surprised that so many people had gathered in the center of the lounge. What surprised him was that among these people, those who should have come and those who shouldn't have come all showed up.

Some looked indignant, some were bewildered, some were smug, and some...

Hey, isn't that Field who got taught a lesson by Thea? What, did he get beaten into submission?

Also, didn't Ross always act like Thea was the boss and he was second to her? Why does he look like the sky has fallen now?

Draco was amazed by the diverse characters in the lounge until someone discovered their arrival.

What exactly happened last night?

Ravenna, the seventh-year prefect, was the first to ask a question. She looked directly at Draco, who was in the middle. She wasn't stupid; she could naturally tell what their intentions were from their positions.

Should a new leader be elected?

That's a good idea.

They also have good initiative.

only………

Is this person capable of taking on the responsibility?

If not...

As if conjuring up some image, a burning glint flashed in Ravenna's eyes. The capable should rule; that was the rule of Slytherin.

“That’s not important,” Draco smiled slightly, looking somewhat like Thea, who remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

"The outcome of the matter is now quite clear."

"Thea was expelled by Dumbledore—and for such a lame reason!"

Draco didn't want to dwell on what happened last night; Thea's departure was a done deal, and he could only do his best to mitigate the loss for Slytherin.

Everyone tried to avoid the fact and focus on assigning blame, but Draco refused.

He wanted to carve this fact into their hearts with the force of a knife and axe, so that all their anger and resentment would become the sharp sword in his hand.

Draco's idea is correct.

Thinking about the reason Thea dropped out of school, the little snakes' faces turned angry and resentful. Damaging public property? That reason was far too perfunctory!

Everyone knows that Dumbledore is biased towards Potter, but they are powerless to do anything about it, and this sense of powerlessness is precisely why they are controlled by Draco.

"Why?!!"

Draco's roar was like the howl of a young lion, each word piercing the heart like a needle.

"Why must the birth of a 'savior' be accompanied by our sacrifice?!"

"Why is it that we, as students, share the same professors and the same teaching resources..."

As he spoke, Draco's tone became like the calm before a storm, with moisture accumulating in the air until it finally exploded.

"Why should I?!"

"What gives him the right to turn a school into a training camp?!"

The little snakes were also infected by this emotion, their mouths slightly open as they stared blankly at Draco.

Draco's roar seemed to have used up all his strength; he bent slightly, his face filled with undisguised grief.

"What makes him think he's so great?!"

“But… but Hogwarts belongs to all of us…”

In the center of the crowd, the thin boy's weak and powerless voice completely ignited the emotions of the little snakes.

"That's right!"

"Hogwarts is our Hogwarts!"

"This is not Dumbledore's personal monologue!!!"

"Hogwarts is our Hogwarts!"

It doesn't belong to any individual!!!

The lights in the lounge flickered, illuminating the snakes' resentment and anger, as well as the undisguised admiration and shock in the eyes of the group looking at Draco.

In a secluded corner, listening to the angry roars of the little snakes venting their emotions, Draco's lips slowly curled into a strange smile.

Thea, you once said that emotions are the least important thing.

But I'd like to add this: emotions are a very useful weapon.