In the light of day, the Knights of Walpurgis were a masterpiece of Slytherin stagecraft. They were the "Golden Circle" of Hogwarts—a collection of high cheekbones, perfect Prefect badges, and the kind of pureblood pedigree that made Professor Slughorn beam with reflected glory. To the teachers, they were the elite; to the rest of the school, they were a beautiful, terrifying wall of emerald and silver.
The lions and snakes coming together? Drama. Jokes. Quidditch and old grudges. Naturally Harry and Vera potter don’t trust the Slytherins. Neither does Ron Weasley. But Hermione thinks it’s a good chance. The twins being normal; pranks and insults, unnervingly good at them. And the Slytherins are furious as always.
The house of Malfoy family stood as a monument to legacy—polished marble, whispered secrets, and the unyielding pride of pureblood lineage. Yet beneath the cold elegance and Slytherin cunning, something quieter endured.
