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Volume 4: A Different Scarlet Bullet Chapter 15: The Standing of the Savior

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    Chapter 15: The Saviour¡¯s Stand. The boiling water was slowly poured into the pot. The tea-colored leaves spread out in the water, quickly dyeing the tea a touch of green.  Gently lift the teapot, cover the lid with one hand, and slowly turn the wrist of the other hand.  The fragrant tea fragrance emanates from the tea flowing out of the spout of the pot. The light fragrance even makes the slightly turbid air inside the train compartment much fresher.  The tea is swirling in the cup, and the white porcelain cup reflects the clarity and beauty of the tea. The calmed tea is like a gem placed in the cup, which is pleasing to the eye.  Sephiroth picked up the teacup and placed it between his lips, taking a gentle breath.     fragrant!  The refreshing aroma makes people feel refreshed, and the fatigue from the journey seems to be dispelled by this fragrance.  Holding the rim of the tea cup with his thumb and index finger, and holding the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, he sucked the tea into his mouth three times and sipped it carefully. Sephiroth closed his glasses and quietly enjoyed this leisurely moment.  Drinking tea and making tea is itself a way of cultivating oneself. Making tea, appreciating tea, smelling tea, and drinking tea are also an indescribable enjoyment.  If you are not a tea drinker, you will not understand how comfortable you feel when you make a pot of good tea with your own hands and savor it.  The train set off, and the freshmen were walking around in a mess outside, looking for empty carriages.  Sephiroth¡¯s carriage was very empty, and he was the only one in the four-seater carriage.  The other freshmen cannot all be blind, and of course they see the leisure here.  But after opening the door and seeing the young man inside who looked extremely elegant and noble in every move, they all turned around and left as if they felt inferior.  They would rather stay in the aisle, or squeeze into other cars with other people, than be made to look like rough civilians next to Sephiroth.  There may be no so-called distinction between nobles and commoners in this era, but one look at the temperament of the two people, anyone can tell that the guy inside is not the same as the Muggle commoners like them.  Sephiroth did not retain those who left. He did intend to win over some Muggle wizards, but he only planned to win over those Muggle wizards with outstanding talents or strong personalities. These people who had low self-esteem and his own, he  It is disdainful.  If you don¡¯t even have the courage to overcome your inferiority complex and sit with him, then what¡¯s the pity for those mediocre people?  Excellent people are always in the minority, and Sephiroth is not worried about the lack of people.  It doesn't matter if there are few people, because the world will always be ruled by a small number of outstanding talents, not the mediocre and stupid masses.  "It's a pity that this peace did not last long.  ¡°Perhaps God didn¡¯t like his leisurely enjoyment, so he sent a person to add some spice to his journey.  "So you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time. I heard those newbies say there's a noble man here, so I guessed it was you!" Before anyone came in, Draco's long sigh-like voice came in.  his ears.  The next moment, the door of the carriage was opened violently, and it turned out to be Draco.  Behind him were two fat and tall followers, descendants of familiar pure-blood wizards, Crabbe and Goyle.  At this time, having a strong body is still more intimidating, because the vast majority of freshmen do not know magic yet.  However, as time goes by, the advantage of body shape after the third grade is gone.  Crabbe and Goyle, although they are indeed stupid, they still have talents. They can cast [Fire Curse] while they are in school. This is not something that Muggle wizards can do. The advantage of their bloodline is not due to their poor brains.  disappear.  "Draco, since you're here, let's sit down and have a drink." Taking out another cup, Sephiroth poured Draco a cup of the best tea.  The tea drew a beautiful silver curve in the air, filling the tea cup little by little with a musical sound.  "It's so pleasing to see you making tea, Sephiroth. Of course, you must drink this cup." Draco sat down and picked up the teacup imitating Sephiroth's example.  This is not the first time he has accompanied Sephiroth to drink tea. Over the years, he has learned how to drink tea even though he was not used to drinking tea.  Sephiroth did not serve Crabbe and Goyle a cup of tea, and Draco did not propose it. They all thought that if such tea was given to those two guys, it would be meaningless.  Of course, Sephiroth will not neglect them because of this.  Bending down and taking out a large bag of snacks from their bags, Crabbe and Galton suddenly looked greedy and drooling.  As elegant as Sephiroth and DracoThey really couldn't make tea and weren't interested in it, but they couldn't help but couldn't resist this bag of snacks with strong fragrance.  There was a surge in their fat throats, and it was obvious that they were already salivating with greed.  But they still knew that now they had to take Draco as the main one, and they couldn't eat until Draco or Sephiroth handed it to them.  Sephiroth smiled gently and handed the bag of fragrant and crisp biscuits to them.  "It's so embarrassing. I really regret bringing you out." Draco sighed and seemed to shake his head and look away. He couldn't bear to look at the extremely vulgar eating methods of Crabbe and the two.  Seeing the crumbs falling from their mouths fall on the clean tablecloth, Draco glanced at Sephiroth apologetically. It was obvious that as a leader, he took the responsibility on himself and replaced the two who still couldn't figure it out.  The idiot of the situation apologized to Sephiroth.  "It doesn't matter, it's just some snacks anyway. I don't like eating these things, just give them to them if they like it." The answer was wrong, but Draco already understood what Sephiroth meant, and he didn't mind the way Crabbe and the others ate.  .  As a noble, naturally you can't expose your shortcomings in front of others. Even Karabu and Goyle have to leave some room for them.  After hearing what Sephiroth said, Crabbe and Goyle both showed silly smiles at him, and did not forget to grab the next cookie and stuff it into their mouths.  In their hearts, perhaps Sephiroth's impression has risen a lot again. At least if Sephiroth asks them to beat someone up in school in the future, they will not hesitate.  We are all still children now. Even the pure-blooded teenagers who have been exposed to darkness since childhood do not have so much intrigue. If you are good to him, he will naturally remember your kindness in his heart.  ??Have some tea.  Sephiroth took out a thick tome "On the Magic Tricks of Wizards" from his pocket. This is a technical book that describes the various gestures of wizards when casting spells. For a wizard, this is probably besides spells.  The most important thing to learn is knowledge.  For example, when casting a certain magic, you need to flick your wrist first, rotate it 270 degrees, and then draw a smooth upward curve.  If it's wrong, then the spell may be completely different and something big may happen.  Drinking tea and reading a book is simply the best time for Sephiroth.  But Draco was a little impatient. After all, he was not a person like Sephiroth who had traveled through time and was reborn.  As a child, even if he was strict with himself, he would soon get bored.  "Did you see that guy? That Harry Potter!" "Harry Potter? Who is that?" "You don't know, he is the savior! It was he who defeated the Dark Lord You-Know-Who." "What? So?  "Awesome, he's here too?" "Yes, I saw it, right here!" "That's great, I'm going to check it out too." Draco listened.  After a while I couldn't sit still.  Harry Potter?  Who knows this name better than the descendants of pure-blood wizards like them? Apart from anything else, the name Potter alone is enough for him to make a trip. The other party is also one of the few remaining pure-blood wizards.  descendants of the family.  "Did you hear that? Sephiroth, that Potter is also in the car, why don't you go and take a look?" Draco, who wanted to leave but was too embarrassed to leave directly, immediately encouraged Sephiroth to act with him, but it was a pity.  Sephiroth wasn't interested.  "If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not interested in the so-called savior." Without raising his eyes, Sephiroth gently turned the page and continued reading, occasionally picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip.  .  "Okay, then I'll go and see for myself!" Hearing more and more rumors outside, Draco could no longer hold back and took his two followers to find the savior.  However, Draco came back soon with an unhappy look on his face, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.  It seems that even though he has changed, the meeting with the savior Harry Potter still ended on bad terms.  "Damn, that bastard. How dare he, how dare he do that to me. He rejected my friendship, but sat with that Weasley, that pure-blood scum, who abandoned the honor and responsibility of pure-blood  A member of the scum family! "How dare he, how dare he do this! I wanted to help him understand the world for his own good, but he refused me without hesitation!"  Alien'! Damn it, I really want to throw a few curses at him!"   "He is definitely a stupid, rude, savage Gryffindor, one of those idiots with brains as incompetent as a troll!" As soon as he came back, Draco was so angry that he kept complaining and walked in the carriage.  Walking back and forth, the whole person was like an erupting volcano.  "Come on, Draco. You look like a resentful woman now!" Sephiroth, who originally didn't want to pay attention to Draco, had to interrupt. He originally thought that he would quiet down after complaining for a while, but it turned out that it was true.  Delusion.  If he continued to talk, he might not stop until he got to school. In order not to spend the rest of the way listening to his complaints, Sephiroth had to interrupt his complaints.  "What did you say!" Draco's face looked very ugly. He was already in a bad mood and now he was stimulated.  If he hadn't been reciting noble etiquette, he might have pounced on Sephiroth and punched him right now.  Of course, whether you can beat him or not is another matter.  Men always ignore the differences between them when they are so excited.
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