Chapter 19: The First "Lesson" of Slytherin

After seeing the Slytherin dean leave, the young Slytherin prefect whispered, "Slytherin is different from other houses, except for the prefects prescribed in the school, each grade has a year leader. Your rights, obligations, and status all depend on your strength, and the Chief is the strongest person in the grade, the leader of the collective action of the grade. ”

"Students in every grade follow the lead. With the exception of the Slytherin Headmaster, the Chief has the highest authority in the House, and there is a monthly meeting of the Chief. Of course, the prefect of the house will have higher authority, and it is generally held by the head of the seventh year, but the head of the second year and above can challenge. ”

"Although the shili of the family can determine your influence to a certain extent, if you don't want to be looked down upon...... Then, it's time to improve your strength. In Slytherin - the strong are honored! The prefect's indifferent voice rose slightly in Zuihou's words, "Then, the head of the first grade, please decide before twelve o'clock." For the rest of the grades, it is the same as in previous years. ”

After saying that, the prefect turned around and left, and the seniors scattered except for a few good things that planned to stay and join in the fun. It's just a group of first-grade imps who have just entered the school, and if they die, there will be a few prank spells that can't be put on the table, what can be seen.

Of course, there will also be a few less fortunate third-year and fifth-year students who have been assigned by the prefect to stay behind to control the situation. Who knows what these little wizards will do after a while, and if they are injured, at least someone will have to take them to the infirmary.

With seniors here, at least you can suppress these little snakes a little, so that they don't have to do something earth-shattering on the first night.

Draco's face changed as he listened to the prefect's words before he left, and he moved his feet forward a few times, and finally walked to the back with a sigh. He knew that his friend was too powerful, and his current self had not improved much compared to the last duel, and he would only bring humiliation on himself if he had no way to ask for something that did not belong to him.

It's all up to you!

Draco, who had hidden his figure in the shadows, silently stared at the breezy figure, and this time I'll let it be for you.

"In Slytherin battles, there are no rules, the only rule is that there are no rules. Victory above all else! Then, the first-year chief game can begin."

The senior seniors cast a large protective charm on the surroundings to prevent the freshmen from inadvertently destroying the public property here during the battle. As for the situation where the freshman was injured by mistake, they didn't care, and if they didn't have the ability, they should stay away, otherwise they deserved to be injured.

In combat, no one cares if you're using white or black magic as long as you don't kill or maim others. In addition to the Avada Curse, the other two Unforgivable Spells are even allowed to be used within certain limits (as long as you do it).

Slytherin, survival of the fittest, strength first, the strong are respected.

The freshmen present looked at each other, their faces showing a little hesitation, and no one wanted to be the first to stand up. If the gun shoots the first bird, everyone knows the truth of self-preservation. After hesitating for a while, no one moved, and the atmosphere couldn't help but be a little condensed.

The old students are not in a hurry, if they can't even endure it, they are still Slytherins. Slowly, someone finally couldn't hold up the silence. The more impulsive freshmen started the first wave of scuffles, and of course these are cannon fodder-level existences. Smart people know that they just need to take out that stupid guy who has consumed a lot of physical strength in Zuihou.

"Draco, aren't you going to give it a try?"

Pansy asked casually to the seat next to her, but when she found no response, she turned her head to look...... Where did Draco go?

"Draco...... Yes! Why are you here? ”

Pansy, who has the natural ability to use detection radar on Draco, soon spotted Draco hiding in a corner.

"Am I like a fool? Or do I look like some kind of masochist who can't do anything about myself? I've decided to withdraw from this race. ”

Draco asked rhetorically, feigning surprise on his face, and after his eyes gestured to Sephiroth, Pansy understood what he meant.

Indeed, with that guy here, no one else would be able to take the position of chief.

Looking at the freshmen who were still desperate for an impossible position, a mocking smile crossed Draco's lips. Pansy mourned in her heart for the hapless bastards, and she knew she couldn't do it, wasn't that stupid?

"Is he interested in that seat too?"

Pansy looked at Draco in confusion, she had the impression that Sephiroth was indeed a good pure-blood wizard, but he was not a lover of power, preferring to read quietly rather than power.

"Humph! What attracts him is the privilege of the chief! ”

Draco sneered, didn't he know the man yet? Although she essentially prefers to read, he does not reject the Liliang of power, but rather that guy is very good at borrowing power to obtain his own goals.

Not to mention, the mere fact that each Chief has his own dedicated lounge is enough for that guy to step up.

The battle quickly became chaotic, and at first the young wizards were able to refrain from fighting with the only spells they had, but as the first man to drop his wand and use his fist took the upper hand, more and more of the freshmen abandoned the useless little wooden stick in their hands and picked up a punch the size of a punching bag.

If the fight using magic is an elegant gentleman's duel, then after the fists are replaced, it becomes a savage gladiatorial arena.

Dressed in ripped and tattered magic robes that could not be seen in the original gorgeous style, each with jet-black eye circles, and messy hair comparable to a bird's nest, the Slytherin freshmen on the field could no longer see the elegant and noble appearance they had in the dining room before.

"Haha, well done! These enthusiastic little ones reminded me of our first grade, and it seemed like this was the same thing that was throwing away the wand and scuffling. ”

Sephiroth was also in the battle ring, one of the few first-year students who didn't throw his wand away, and the only freshman who still looked the same.

Sephiroth squinted slightly, carefully observing the movements of everyone around him, preventing himself from accidentally capsizing in the gutter.

Waves of magic shot fiercely at everyone who dared to offend him, and the red blood of the enemy fell drop by drop, but Sephiroth's steps were still calm and firm, delicate and vicious, and the wand was almost pulled out in his hand.

It's better for someone else to get hurt than to get hurt yourself, isn't it?

Slytherin is not a selfless, self-sacrificing man!

Half an hour later, there were very few new students who could still insist on standing on the field, and almost all of them were injured. Apart from Sephiroth, there were less than ten left standing. And at this moment, everyone who could still stand showed a malicious look at him.

It seems that Sephiroth's calmness has brought them too much pressure.

Hum! Want to get me out first? Underestimate me too much, when I didn't see your private eye contact? It's time to expose some advantages, otherwise your name as a genius will become a little undeserved.

Sephiroth snorted coldly in his heart, in the name of his own well-known genius, everyone in the pure-blood circle should know about it, knowing his plans and standing up to fight him for power, how can he do it without a blow.

Although Slytherin is not all pure-bloods, and there are some people who have only one parent who is a wizard, Sephiroth is just not happy.

If you don't have the strength, and you don't know how to learn from Draco, take a step back, so accept your own training!

"[Frozen World]!"

Sephiroth let out a soft snort, and a piercing chill emanated from his body, and a deep white cold mist spread along the ground to the surroundings. The woolen carpet covered the ground with a thick layer of ice after the cold fog passed.

Hiss!

The seniors gasped, this level of magic was no longer below the fourth or fifth grade, and those freshmen would never be able to withstand it.

"Not good! Hurry up and ......"

The fifth-grade senior's face changed drastically, and he shouted in panic. At the same time, don't throw the guardian charm at the expense of the new students who are facing this terrible magic.

Several old students who were reminded by the senior's voice also threw various canceling spells at the cold mist, trying their best to delay a little time.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't you run, have your brains become tofu? Or do you want to stay and taste the power of the cold! ”

The old students, who tried their best to delay, found that the freshmen were still standing in place in a daze, trying not to fight.

The incident happened suddenly, and the circle of freshmen fighting was not large, and it was a little late for the old students to react.

After a few moments, before they could finish their words, the cold mist rushed to the front of those new students.

Finished!

Everyone's eyes revealed despair, and even the magic of the old student could not stop it, which showed the power of this spell. The moment the cold fog hit them, they didn't even have time to be afraid, and the cold fog enveloped them.

"Giggles!"

The sound of chattering teeth came from the cold mist, and the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this magic was not deadly. As long as it's not fatal, there's nothing to worry about.

"It's cold!"

Draco rubbed his arms up and down, he stood in the corner, the cold mist couldn't spread here, it was still a long way from him, he felt bitterly cold. Just a little chill from the cold fog made the whole lounge frost, and the temperature of those cold fogs was frighteningly low.

Is this his real Liliang? No wonder I never saw him nervous before.

Draco smiled wryly, always thinking that he would be able to fight back, but now he didn't have much confidence.

It's over, and even if the people inside can still talk, this duel has come to an end.

The position of chief, everyone has defaulted to Sephiroth's. With today's dismount, it is estimated that the freshmen will not be able to resist in a short period of time.