"Who do you think you are?"
"Who am I?" Harry looked at the person who spoke, his face filled with doubt, his voice soft and clear.
It seemed he had heard a very foolish question.
The answer appeared in everyone's mind.
"Slytherin has won the House Cup for eight consecutive years, and many students who graduated from here have achieved great fame in the Wizarding World. It's not something you can deny with a few words."
Harry leaned his head back slightly, resting against the sofa, his hands crossed.
"For example?"
"For example… for example…"
"For example, Lord Voldemort?" Harry said lightly.
All sorts of strange expressions appeared throughout the room: grimaces, sudden slumps, or choked coughs.
Harry's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little happy… Lord Voldemort, your name is so useful.
"Alright, no famous people! So what is your glory?" Harry asked instead.
"The Farley family has always been one of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families," someone said faintly.
"In this school, if I throw ten bricks down, I could hit twenty people related to the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families." Harry laughed, no longer with the earlier smile, but with unconcealed contempt.
The sound wasn't loud, but no one in the common room spoke, it was so quiet, making it all the more jarring.
"I never thought anyone would use this as something to boast about.
Honestly, I'm proud of my surname, and I believe you are too. That's commendable!"
Harry's words once again eased the atmosphere slightly.
"But I would never consider it something worth bragging about."
Saying this, he straightened his body a little.
"Excellent people are never defined by their bloodline; rather, bloodlines and families are honored by excellent people.
This is my humble opinion. I wonder how many people think this way…"
Draco glanced at Harry, regretting in his heart that Harry was still lacking in this regard. Such simple rhetoric, surely no one would…
??
Many Slytherins exchanged glances with friends and acquaintances, or showed sneering expressions.
As if to say: "Exactly, I've thought that for a long time." "Do you even need to say that? I've always believed that!"
Draco turned around in confusion and looked at Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
Crabbe whispered to Draco, "Draco, I think he makes sense."
…
"He does make sense…" Draco nodded awkwardly.
"As for the House Cup…" Harry continued, "If it weren't for Professor Snape's favoritism, could you really have won the House Cup?"
Harry had actually been very confused about this, especially at the end of last term.
It was just that at the time… everyone was very happy, after all, the holiday was coming…
Now, however, he spoke it out without any reservations. This might be too blunt, but he really couldn't hold it in!
"The House Cup, by such means? I think many people have been looking forward to a real competition, haven't they? That's the meaning of a competition, isn't it?"
As soon as this was mentioned, MacChlery became furious, glaring fiercely at Flint.
He really wanted to punch him!!
Not only him, but several members of the team also showed displeasure.
"So what? Victory and glory belong to Slytherin. Isn't that enough?" a sixth-year student stood up and said.
"Glory or a joke… who knows." Harry looked at him.
Finally, someone took that step and stood before him.
"Are you going to deny those trophies?" The person smiled disdainfully, sitting opposite Harry, calm and composed.
"Are trophies very important? Then how about I contact Diagon Alley and order two for you this Christmas?" Harry said with a half-smile.
Their gazes intersected, different thoughts clashing, rubbing, and sparking once again.
"I think Hogwarts' millennium of accumulated awards still have some gold content."
Harry laughed: "Gold content? You say it has it, and it does?"
"How about this, let's make a bet," Harry said instead.
"Bet what?" the person asked.
"I'll create a batch of survey questionnaires about Slytherin and the various awards in the house, to see how people from other houses view Slytherin and the House Cup," Harry said.
"Of course." His lips curved into a smile, full of confidence.
"Perhaps in your opinion, Slytherin wins the House Cup every year, so the House Cup isn't that impressive. But you've overlooked the efforts of the Slytherins!
Facts will tell you how precious Slytherin's glory has been all these years."
Harry's movements instantly froze… How could this guy… say such a thing…
"Perhaps." Harry smiled, unwilling to argue further. He would just wait and see the facts.
He didn't believe that after so many years of Slytherin's operations, the credibility of the House Cup and Quidditch matches could still be so high!
"What about the stakes?" the person began to ponder.
"What stakes do you want?" Harry looked at him.
"If you lose, you'll walk up to the head table at dinner, shouting that you're a foolish guy while tap-dancing. How about that?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.
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