Chapter 277 Rice: No One Knows the Big Four Better than Me (Update)

Rice's eyes penetrated Banban's black eyes and saw through his heart.

The story behind this mouse shocked Rice. What shocked him was not that he betrayed his friend - Rice had seen many such things. When Asgard was conquered, there were many cases of fathers and sons killing each other among the Norse gods.

He was shocked that this mouse was from Gryffindor College? This really shocked Rice. He thought that only people from Slytherin College could do such a thing.

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, under the influence of Voldemort's poison, Slytherin College had become a place where filth and dirt were hidden, like a garbage can in Hogwarts, and it had taken in countless problem teenagers and contributed more than half of the Death Eaters by itself.

What's more terrible is that after Voldemort lost power, the Ministry of Magic did not thoroughly clear the Death Eaters, and coupled with the biased sorting of the Sorting Hat, the current Slytherin College is still the base camp of villains, and pure-blood supremacy is rampant.

In this context, almost all bad things are done by Slytherin. As a result, Rice actually caught a Death Eater from Gryffindor today?

What? You Gryffindor also has bad people! Rice suddenly laughed with relief, and the more he laughed, the happier he became.

Scabbers:?

Why did this little wizard suddenly laugh? So scary!!!

After laughing for a while, Rice put away the smile on his face and stuffed the mouse Scabbers back into the cramped little cage.

Scabbers:? !

It struggled hard, showing its attitude of not wanting to be caged, but Rice didn't care about its thoughts at all.

He had to think carefully about how to deal with this mouse. It was naturally impossible to let it wander freely like before in the Weasley family. It was a pity to kill it. After reading its inner memory, Rice had an extremely strong urge: he wanted to show this thing to his friends and then modify the sorting method of the Sorting Hat.

Don't throw pure-blood wizards with personality problems into Slytherin College anymore!

Today, the sorting method of the Sorting Hat has completely deviated from Rice's original intention. It has become that brave pure-blood wizards go to Gryffindor, wise pure-blood wizards go to Ravenclaw, and pure-blood wizards with calm temperament go to Hufflepuff. The remaining pure-blood wizards are all packed and sent to Slytherin. After being screened by the first three sieves, what good seedlings can be left for Slytherin College?

Fortunately, the Greengrass sisters can still retain the last bit of face for the college, otherwise Rice will really break the defense to summon the basilisk and carry out a big purge of the college he left behind.

Of course, Helga and Rowena may not necessarily support his idea, because in their opinion, the way the Sorting Hat sorted the houses is quite reasonable...

If you really want to blame someone, Salazar, you should blame pure-blood supremacism! Rice could almost hear the two talking in his ear.

Thinking of this, Rice's mood became more and more depressed: the rectification of the school's atmosphere is not a one-day job, and he can only be patient for now, and it will get better in the future.

At this time, Ban Ban in the cage squeaked and rammed the cage hard, as if he was very dissatisfied with his situation.

These chaotic sounds made Rice even more irritable, and he quickly made a decision: Ban Ban would be kept in the cage all the time, and if it didn't like it, Rice would make it happy.

Rice pulled out his wand.

Seeing this, Ban Ban immediately became honest: it didn't know what the little wizard in front of it wanted to do to it, but it was obviously not going to stimulate him further.

"Fall to the ground." Rice used a simple coma spell to solve the problem of Ban Ban being too noisy. Then he quickly took out the crucible and a bunch of crystal bottles and began to mix potions for Scabbers.

Emotionally unstable? Just take a dose of potion, this is how Rice deals with it.

He can prepare a potion for Scabbers that will keep it in a stable mood after drinking it, and its desire to act will be minimized, and the whole mouse will just want to sleep all day long. This potion will have serious sequelae to the body, but Rice doesn't care - what it does is worthy of the suffering it will suffer.

In addition to the emotionally stable potion, Rice also has many novel experiments that require Scabbers to participate. This kind of experimental material is very precious, and opportunities are hard to come by. When its value is exhausted, Rice can also entrust Mr. Henry to hand Scabbers over to the Ministry of Magic, so that the descendant of the Black family can regain his freedom.

Thinking of this, Rice felt much better. He pushed open the door and walked outside.

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In the following days, he stayed at Greengrass's house.

In this regard, the entire Greengrass family, from the head of the family Henry to Daphne and Astoria, were extremely welcoming, and Les spent a very comfortable time here.

Halfway through the holiday, Greengrass Manor suddenly welcomed a visitor.

That day, Les was lying on the terrace basking in the sun, and then he saw Mr. Henry walking into the garden downstairs with a hunched old wizard. The wizard was also an old acquaintance of Les, Mr. Borgin from Knockturn Alley.

When Les had just woken up, he earned his starting capital through him. To be honest, he always felt that the prices of his few things seemed to be a little low. But he didn't care much, anyway, they were just some unimportant gadgets.

Mr. Borgin seemed to have something important to talk to Henry about. The two walked to a stone table under the shade of a tree and sat down.

"What's the matter? Why did you come to my house to talk?" Henry got straight to the point and asked Borgin's purpose directly without any verbosity.

"I recently received a set of rare treasures, exquisite treasures... Only you, the patriarch of the Greengrass family, are worthy of them..." Mr. Borgin had a flattering smile on his face and took out a black leather-wrapped box from his arms, "It's the treasure left by the founder of Hogwarts."

When the word "founder" floated into Les' ears, he suddenly became interested and stood up from the recliner, ready to take a peek.

At this time, Daphne also came over, and she spotted her father and Borgin in the garden with her sharp eyes.

"What are they doing?"

"Bogin is trying to sell a treasure left by the founder of Hogwarts to your father."

"Huh?!" Daphne was also immediately interested in the legendary founder's treasure.

Looking at the two people downstairs who were very interested, Les touched his chin.

He felt that it would be better for him to go down and watch. After all, no one knows the Big Four better than him, right?

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The third update is here! I will make up for it for everyone first, and I will pay off the debts later slowly. I will have a holiday soon, right?

Tonight's update will be (try to) at midnight