Agarth subtly moved his fingers, picked up the knife and fork on the table, and traced the lines on the plate in front of him.
The plates and cutlery clattered together, and instantly, everyone at the long table, who had been quiet, turned their attention to the two of them.
Agarth glanced around at the people around him before turning slightly to stare at Warrington. "I like your mouth."
Warrington frowned. 'Was this kid out of his mind? Did he not understand human language?'
"Pure-bloods are noble from head to toe, how could a filthy half-blood like you possibly know that?" Warrington said, raising his head and sneering.
Agarth nodded, forked a piece of cheese sausage, and put it in his mouth.
In a moment, he will know the benefits of being noble from head to toe.
This year, Slytherin's male prefect, Fandy Parkinson, glanced at the Professor's seat and said indifferently, "Shut up, you idiot."
Warrington's face turned red with anger as he stared intently at Agarth, who was sitting next to him.
He raised his knife and fork to block Agarth from picking up the food, and then laughed triumphantly after Agarth withdrew his hand.
Agarth rubbed his right fingers together, shook off the excess powder, and tapped the plate with his left hand.
"Kaka, bring me some of my favorite food."
Below the auditorium, in the kitchen on the dungeon.
Kaka, who was vying with other house-elves for kitchen utensils to cook for her beloved little master, was excitedly tugging at her clothes.
"Master Agarth knows Kaka is here! Kaka will immediately prepare for Master Agarth!"
Kaka pushed aside the house-elf who was much thinner than herself, took out the ingredients, and directly occupied the stove.
"No one can stop the little master from making Master Agarth request!"
The little elf wiped away her tears, not daring to disobey the wizard's orders, and could only stay next to Kaka, helping to hand over the ingredients, but Kaka chased her away.
Agarth's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either, it was just loud enough for everyone at the long table to hear clearly.
Everyone's expression changed, and they looked at each other's classmates with whom they were close.
In a typical ordinary wizarding family, there would be no house-elves. Clearly, this new student who looks like Dumbledore has one in his family.
And it can also be brought to the school.
Only a fool like Warrington would think he was mixed race.
Ruth Rozier, the prefect diagonally opposite Agarth, chewed her food.
'Agarth Ward Linger'
She silently repeated Agarth's name several times, her right hand gesturing with the knife on the plate.
Suddenly, she gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.
'Grindelwald?'
Ruth stared wide-eyed at Agarth.
'Although my family was only a branch of the Rozier family, I still knew something about the story of that distant aunt in France.'
'So, if you read Agarth's name backwards, and add this appearance...'
'Is what Grandma said really true?'
'My grandmother once pursued Dumbledore when she was young, but one year when she was out, she encountered Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had just been expelled from Durmstrang, on an outing.
Only after that did Grandma begin to accept Grandpa's advances.'
Ruth coughed lightly, her stiff lips curving into a forced smile as she looked over at Agarth, though her gaze drifted toward the Professor's seat.
'It's probably not very likely. At this age, having an eleven-year-old child... well, it's not impossible. I've heard that it's possible. Wizards' abilities last longer than Muggles'.'
Agarth blinked, then blinked again.
'This beautiful female perfectionist has some rather advanced ideas, I'll ask her about them later.'
'Hehe, I'll tell Gellert myself later and threaten him to give me money.'
Thinking this, Agarth took his plate and sat down opposite the Female Perfect, giving her a fawning smile.
Just as Agarth left his seat, Warrington suddenly let out a scream.
"Ahhh." The teen, who was originally very cute, had a swollen mouth and kept scratching it with both hands.
But the more he scratched, the faster his lips swelled, and before long, he could no longer speak clearly.
He was just patting the table with teary eyes, which attracted the professors' attention.
As Agarth ate the sweet and sour pork ribs that Kaka had put on his plate, he made a sucking sound.
"Hiss hiss hiss~ So noble, so incredibly noble!"
While mocking Warrington, he pouted his greasy little lips and mumbled loudly,
"No wonder Agarth isn't noble; it turns out he doesn't have a pig's snout."
In the noisy environment, the Gryffindors near the Slytherin table could hear everything clearly.
Instantly, laughter filled the entire Great Hall.
"Warrington, is this what a noble pureblood looks like?"
A Gryffindor who clearly had a grudge against Warrington pouted and forked a piece of sausage between his lips.
"Is that so? Is it so elegant?" The guy named Mancas Lith asked the person next to him while acting strangely.
He had just been the same as the Muggle people had been mocked by this guy more than once. Wasn't this a good opportunity for revenge?
On the other side, Professor Snape strode down from the staff table and gave Mancas Lith a cold glare, the hem of his robe fluttering as he walked, stirring up a gust of wind.
The noise gradually subsided.
Professor Snape used his wand to push Warrington's chin, lifting his drooping head and glancing at his swollen red lips and the snot flowing from his nose, which was bulging wildly as he couldn't breathe through his mouth.
"Pfft."
Without a doubt, it's Agarth.
However, after being glared at by Dumbledore, Agarth immediately covered his mouth with both hands.
"Poppy, could you please take a look?"
Dumbledore called to Madam Pomfrey, who was lagging behind the crowd, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Let me in." Madam Pomfrey lifted the corner of her dress and pushed her way through the students blocking her way.
"Oh, child, what did you just eat?"
Madam Pomfrey glanced at Warrington in front of her, took out her wand and cast a healing spell, but it had no effect whatsoever.
"What did you eat wrong?"
Warrington shook his head frantically, his right hand pointing in Agarth's direction, but he couldn't speak. His nose was expanding rapidly, making him so anxious that tears streamed down his face.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Agarth lowered his hand, glanced at Dumbledore, and only after Dumbledore nodded did he point to his mouth and pout forcefully.
"My lips are oily too," he said, pouting as he leaned closer to Madam Pomfrey.
"Alright, child, what did you see he eat?"
"sausage."
As soon as Agarth finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Warrington's lips, and the silent Great Hall was filled with laughter again, which the professors tried to stop but to no avail.