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[HP] 31: No One Gets Away
🕑 Added 2025-07-14 08:14:51 +0000 UTCVery soon, news about Louis's identity reached the Slytherin table.
At the long table, among the Slytherin students enjoying their feast, some silently stopped eating and turned to look at Louis. Even those young wizards who didn’t care much about blood status glanced at him curiously, wanting to see how he would react now that his secret was out.
“So, you’re a Mudblood,” Draco Malfoy snarled from beside Louis, eyes filled with contempt. “A filthy Mudblood like you isn’t worthy of being my follower.”
“Looks like he knew the value of pure-bloods and tried sneaking in.”
“How disgusting. He’s defiling Slytherin’s honor!”
“We almost fell for it.”
An intense wave of discussion erupted around the Slytherin table. Though not everyone had a problem with Louis being a Muggle-born wizard, peer pressure led many to join in, which only fueled the rising tide.
Fortunately, every House had its own prefects. Under their warnings, the most aggressive and vocal students had no choice but to quiet down. Yet, the way they exchanged glances made it clear they were plotting something.
Draco Malfoy and his two cronies were among them.
Louis, however, didn’t care. The only time he reacted was when someone hurled the slur “Mudblood” — at that, he looked briefly toward the professors’ table, specifically at the Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape.
The man most disgusted by the term “Mudblood” was currently lost in thought, gazing fondly at the boy with his first love’s eyes — clearly too distracted to notice what was happening at the Slytherin table.
So those kids got off easy.
Not that many people knew how sensitive Severus Snape was to that word.
While Louis wasn’t personally offended by wizarding slurs, he was by no means forgiving. By now, he was already planning his counterattack.
Sensing the web of hostile glances and wordless exchanges flying across the table, Louis decided he didn’t need to overthink things. He’d just respond to whatever came his way — and make sure to hit back hard.
“Let’s hope the school rules aren’t too strict,” Louis muttered as he bit into a juicy steak, then glanced at the main seat at the professors’ table — the Headmaster.
Dumbledore was indeed watching him, clearly observing his behavior.
Not ideal.
Louis quickly looked away. He dared not meet the legendary wizard’s gaze. Dumbledore was a master of Legilimency — he could read minds through eye contact.
While the man was known to be kind and respectful and never probed into minds without permission, Louis wasn’t one to gamble his interests on someone else’s morality.
He still needed wizards to unlock higher-level draws and farm more Trick Points — he couldn’t risk getting expelled.
But avoiding attention alone wouldn’t solve the problem. Louis hadn’t forgotten: tomorrow, he had to meet Dumbledore face to face in the Headmaster’s office.
His expression didn’t change, but his mind was already racing through contingency plans.
Compared to Dumbledore, these petty students weren’t even worth worrying about.
“What I lack right now is a way to mask my Muggle-born identity. The Muggle-Repelling Charms are impossible to resist for me. I need a way to avoid being affected by them.”
Louis sat unmoved as a mountain, completely unfazed by the dagger-like glares from around the Slytherin table.
Then, an idea popped into his mind.
Compared to the easily misled sense of sight, spiritual detection was far more accurate and comprehensive.
Back on the train, Louis had used the power of the Chicken Talisman to extend his mental senses and locate Neville’s missing toad. That range was already enough to bypass most Muggle-repelling spells.
But that trick was only temporary. It wasn’t sustainable. To maintain consistent psychic scanning, Louis estimated he’d need to at least double his current mental strength.
The problem was, he had no method to enhance his mind to that level. He did have one potion that could instantly boost mental power — but it was time-limited. Though it offered a tiny permanent increase afterward, using it just for enhancement would be a waste.
“I really need to draw again,” Louis sighed, checking his Trick Points balance.
2,720. Enough for five Premium Draws.
He had originally planned to save them for higher-tier draws later, but plans rarely kept up with reality. What he needed most right now was a permanent method to strengthen his mind.
“Maybe I should go for a standard ten-pull instead. That might actually give me a better shot at a mental enhancement item,” he thought.
Regular draws weren’t useless. In fact, he had drawn Magic Hand from a basic pull — an incredibly helpful spell that partially shielded him from Muggle-repelling enchantments.
“It’s just a matter of rarity, that’s all. This plan works.”
Wiping his mouth, Louis swallowed the last of his food and waited calmly for the feast to end.
“Once I’m done dealing with these little pests, I’ll draw.” Louis noted the unfriendly stares around him. He had thought about memorizing a few specific faces, but in the end decided — forget it, he’d just take care of all of them.
Doesn’t matter whether they actually acted against him or not — if they glared at him, they were on the list. No one’s getting away.
That’s just the kind of petty man he was.
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