Hogwarts Asylum

Olorin dispersed and came to the corner invisible.

In the corridor, Draco sat on the ground with tears on his face and fell asleep hugging his knees. He did not go back to the Gryffindor common room with the group before, but found the school hospital alone. Along the way he asked I saw a lot of portraits and ghosts, gained some goodwill, and also received a lot of ridicule.

Some of the portraits from Slytherin House are so pretentious and annoying.

"Look, there is a Gryffindor in the Malfoy family."

"Oh my god, this is the first time in hundreds of years!"

"The Malfoy family can be expelled from the ranks of noble and great families."

"This is a disgrace to the noble Slytherin!"

Of course, while the portraits from Gryffindor were quarreling with the mean-mouthed portraits, they and the portraits from Hufflepuff enthusiastically pointed the way to Draco, although they all knew that they would not go back to this point. The dormitory is against the school rules, but the portraits don't care about that much, and the school rules can't control them.

Eurolin looked at the pitiful Draco, opened the door of the consulting room, and called a small blanket to cover Draco.

"Mr... Mr. Oralin?" Draco opened his eyes that were red from crying. His pupils were the same silver-gray as Oralin's, but Oralin's eyes were deeper.

"Good evening, Draco, come in with me first, it's a bit cold outside."

Draco stood up holding on to the wall. A gust of wind blew in from the open window, and he couldn't help but start to tremble. The temperature was not high in the middle of the night, but fortunately Oralin gave him a blanket.

Draco followed Orolin into the consultation room step by step. Draco suddenly felt warm all over. The fireplace in the corner was burning brightly, but the flame was bright blue, which was completely different from the fireplace in his manor. .

Draco had no intention of observing this room. His top priority now was to solve the current trouble.

"Good evening, Mr. O'Loughlin." Draco, who was sitting at the tea table, had calmed down a bit. He didn't want to expose his vulnerability in front of others, even though his body was shaking slightly and he was crying.

After O'Loughlin asked White to go to the back storage room to get his reward, he began to manually make tea, scented tea, tea was not suitable for use at night, while observing Draco.

Draco's current performance can be roughly classified as a mild anxiety disorder. When facing such patients, the best way for counselors is to slowly communicate with them using gentle words and let them relax first. However, as wizards, Oralin had a better way.

Oluolin has specialized in some techniques that combine hypnosis and magic, which can quickly calm patients through the interaction of movement and magic.

Draco looked at Orolin's slow and slow movements of making tea. It was obviously not as convenient as using magic command, but his originally anxious and painful mood gradually calmed down to a calmness he had never experienced before.

The only sounds left in the quiet room were the beeping in the fireplace and the clockwork on the wall.

"Take some tea, Draco, it will make you feel better."

"Thank you, Mr. Eurolin." Draco picked up the tea cup that Eurolin placed in front of him and took a sip carefully. A faint floral fragrance flowed in his mouth. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he did feel better. .

"You're welcome, Draco, I have a pretty good relationship with Lucius." Orolin drank tea and said slowly, "Now you can talk, is there anything I can help you with?"

Draco knew that Orolin was born in Slytherin, or in other words, his father's circle of friends had always been Slytherin.

He had also heard his father talk about Mr. O'Loughlin's appearance when he was young, starting from the fourth grade. His status in the academy was second only to the shadow master of the then dean, Professor Slughorn. He was in the fifth grade. The legend of being the president of the Colonel's Student Union was the creator of many records at Hogwarts in the past hundred years.

Draco felt that Mr. O'Loughlin, who had received all kinds of honors, would understand his yearning for Slytherin. He put down the teacup with a rose petal pattern, sat upright and said, "Mr. O'Loughlin, obviously my My father, my mother, they were both from Slytherin, but I was sorted into Gryffindor, and I can't figure out why."

Olorin silently felt the pressure from the invisible eyes behind his back and considered his words. This feeling of not being able to speak freely was really uncomfortable.

"I understand how you feel, Draco. It's really hard to accept that you've gone from your dream college to another college that you least want to go to."

"I knew you would understand, I knew it." Draco was very excited, leaning forward slightly and leaning on the tea table.

"Of course I understand, Draco, and I can feel that what you are thinking more about now is what your father will think of you, whether he will feel that you have betrayed the honor of the Malfoy family, and whether the result of such a sorting will be A disgrace to the Malfoy family."

Eurolin's words were like a steel needle, piercing Draco's mind directly and piercing his young heart. Draco felt a little uncomfortable, but he had to admit that Mr. Eurolin's words were right, so he He began to hope that Mr. O'Loughlin could help him solve his troubles.

"Yes...yes, Mr. O'Loughlin," Draco said sincerely, "Can you...can you help me? Let the Sorting Hat sort me into Slytherin."

Of course there is no way around this. Although the sorting ceremony of Hogwarts is sometimes unreliable, in the thousands of years since the school was founded, there has never been a change of house right after the school started. Even if Ou Luolin becomes the principal, it will be useless. .

Now changing Draco to Slytherin, doesn't that mean that Draco has no courage?Who dares to do this to a young wizard who has just entered school?Even if the little wizard himself asks for it!What if he regrets it later?

So Oluolin could only shake his head slightly and said: "I'm afraid I can't do this."

Although Draco had already guessed this result, he was still disappointed, but Eurolin's next words cheered Draco up again.

Orolin said: "I can't make you go to Slytherin, but I can make you not be blamed by Lucius, but also make him proud of you."

"Tell me!" Draco screamed in excitement, and then he realized that he had lost his temper, so he slowed down and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. O'Loughlin, please tell me what to do."

Orolin looked into Draco's eyes and said with a smile: "Of course, I will tell you how to do it, but before that, there is something I want you to see first."

As he said this, Orolin stood up and walked towards the consulting room door, motioning for Draco to follow.

Passing through the corridor, we came to the cloister of the main building. The walls here were hung with magical portraits of people from different eras. After O'Loughlin recognized them for a while, he walked to the corner.