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Perhaps he had misunderstood Rowena, and she might not have meant anything against him. Moreover, Helga was a loyal person, and she would not mess with him for no reason. While analyzing in his mind, Les walked out of the bathroom.

At the same time, Rowena in the teacher's seat had a smile on her face.

"Why are you so happy?" Helga found that her old friend seemed to be in a very good mood, and her curiosity was aroused.

"A little snake that was shedding its skin has taken the bait." Rowena narrowed her eyes slightly. "The easiest people to deal with in the world are smart people, because they are always very confident and over-trust themselves."

Then, she said in a voice that only she could hear: "Salazar, when did you have the illusion that the selection ceremony was over?"

Helga frowned slightly.

She looked around among the little wizards and found that Salazar had indeed disappeared. However, she was not panicked at all, because according to Rowena, Salazar was already under her control.

She cast a distraction spell so that people around her could not hear the conversation between her and Rowena.

"Salazar is missing. He must have sensed something was wrong. This guy is always as cunning as a snake."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how cunning a snake is, it can't escape the eyes of a raven flying in the sky."

Rowena told Helga what she had done.

After noticing that Salazar had left the stage early, Rowena began to be on high alert. She believed that given Salazar's character, he would definitely use magic to monitor the situation in the auditorium, and that would be her chance.

Sure enough, she soon caught onto Salazar's little trick - he was still the same, liking to conjure up a "receiver" in an inconspicuous corner of the room and transmit the sound to his ears.

So she slightly interfered with the flow of time on the receiver, so that Salazar actually heard the voice of the future.

This is much more advanced than faking a voice, and it is a trick that only Rowena Ravenclaw can perform!

She disdains to use those mediocre little tricks, and if she wants to play, she will try the high-difficulty operations.

Rowena knew that her good friend was good at making puppets. She could make a lifelike Salazar puppet in just a few minutes, and then let the puppet participate and pass the selection.

But what’s the point of doing this?

What was the point of all this if I couldn't see the look of surprise on Salazar's face? It was so unpleasant.

Salazar, you will be surprised, right? The situation you thought you had under control was reversed...

"Royna!" Helga's face suddenly darkened: "Don't play with time! This is the agreement you made with us!"

"Yeah, yeah." Rowena nodded absentmindedly, indicating that she was not playing with time, it was just a very simple time dislocation magic.

She said it lightly, but in fact, the difficulty was unimaginable. Even among the founders, only she had such ability. And this was her limit. Rowena could not really manipulate time.

Helga frowned. Rowena was doing great, but she always felt something was wrong.

"Royna..." Standing outside the auditorium, Rice couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Did she leave her brain in the dungeon, or was she possessed by Aries and infected with stupidity? She actually came up with such a stupid idea." Les couldn't help but talk to himself.

To be honest, Rowena did trick herself into thinking that she was in the bathroom. The voice was so realistic, I wonder how Rowena did it—wait, did she use time magic?

Les's face twisted: If Rowena had to use time magic for such a small matter, he really had to consider whether to send her back to the dungeon.

She is so uncontrollable! She lacks the awe of magic.

As for Rowena's flaw, it was actually very simple. As long as Les walked out of the bathroom, he would find it: since Headmaster Dumbledore announced that everyone could go back to the dormitory to sleep, why couldn't he see even a little wizard in the corridor? And he couldn't hear the sound of little wizards walking heavily on the stairs?

You know, in the past, the sound made by students walking out of the auditorium could be heard two floors away!

Les therefore saw through Rowena's trick in an instant.

But even though he saw through everything, Rice still walked to the door of the auditorium and stepped into the auditorium with his head held high.

"Hey, since you've announced the disbandment, have you simulated the scene of the students walking out of the auditorium?" Helga quickly found the source of the strange feeling, and then she immediately threw this sharp question to Ravenclaw.

Rowena fell into silence.

"You don't think this can fool Salazar?!" Helga said in astonishment.

In her opinion, Rowena's carefully woven lie would be exposed in an instant as soon as Salazar arrived outside the auditorium.

Rowena's face began to twitch, and Helga couldn't help but worry.

' I hope Rowena doesn't lose control. ' Helga thought to herself.

But at this moment, Helga saw Salazar's incarnation, Rice, walking in from the door of the auditorium.

Helga felt even more shocked.

If her previous surprise was that she found her friend fishing with a hook without bait, then her current surprise was that this broken hook actually caught a fish!

When Rice walked into the auditorium, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked like he was thinking "Why are there so many people here?"

However, when "Professor White" and "Professor Arius" in the faculty seat fixed their eyes on him, all the surprise on his face disappeared like white frost under the sun, and was replaced by a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head, his lips forming a shape.

Helga didn't realize it at first, but Rowena understood it - Salazar said "be good".

Rowena instantly crushed the golden cup in her hand into a ball of scrap copper.

At this moment, she felt that everything she had done had come to nothing.

Salazar did come back, but his plan was completely seen through by him. Then he strode into his own "trap" with the mentality of coaxing a child. This is really...

Les knew that Rowena knew what he was thinking, and Rowena also knew that Salazar knew what he was thinking. It was as if the two were communicating with transparent brains. But the more this happened, the more angry Rowena became, even to the point that her eyes went dark.

Helga watched the two's "attack and defense" in full view, and now she had only one thought in her mind: How much money should I pay to see such a wonderful performance every day? Is this really something I can see for free?

She silently took out a new golden cup from her bosom, filled it with liquor, and handed it to Rowena.

Rice didn't pay attention to the small drama in the staff seats. He just sat back in his seat. The students around him didn't notice anything unusual at all. Daphne thought he really went to the toilet.

Only Astoria frowned, feeling that something seemed to be wrong.

From the few words that Les said, she could feel that Les didn't want to participate in the World Youth Wizarding Tournament. When he said he was going to the bathroom, she thought Les would never come back. She even packed food for Les so that he wouldn't miss his favorite dessert. But he actually came back? Why?

Astoria racked her brains but couldn't figure it out.

Rice was very calm. After a series of tests, he finally understood that Rowena and Helga both wanted him to participate in the competition.

As a founder, it was a bit embarrassing for him to compete with the kids himself, but he could give his two old friends some face and try his luck. Anyway, he could just be a safety officer for the kids.

But Rowena and Helga must pay enough.

Rice's thinking has changed. He no longer wants to participate in the championship, but has to pay an appearance fee.

If Astoria could guess the complicated mental process, it only shows that her mind-reading skills have reached a high level.

One by one, students were called to the staff seats to participate in the selection ceremony, but the faces of the Slytherin students were not very good.

The reason for their bad looks was simple: the scores of Slytherin students were generally low, and some people were already wondering whether the Sorting Hat was deliberately suppressing Slytherin.

If Rice could hear their inner murmurs, he would definitely hold the student's hand and say he was a close friend. He had long felt that the Sorting Hat was suppressing the college he founded.

If he were to take charge of the college again now, he would definitely expel half of the students as soon as he took office, and keep the remaining half for observation.

Is Slytherin the trash can of Hogwarts? Why do all kinds of weird things get thrown in there? Rice really wanted to yell this at the Sorting Hat.

The academy's decline was not reversed until Daphne was called up.

"Ninety-nine points!" The voice of the Sorting Hat resounded throughout the hall, and thunderous applause broke out around the Slytherin table.

With ninety-nine points, becoming one of the thirteen was a foregone conclusion, and Slytherin House finally had its own spokesperson.

After Daphne, Astoria also walked up.

Like her sister, the magic crystal ball also bloomed with bright colors in her hands, as red as blood.

The Sorting Hat whispered in her ear: "Excellent child, you will represent Hogwarts and fight for the honor that belongs to this ancient school. Well -"

"Please wait a moment." Astoria said to herself, interrupting the Sorting Hat.

Sorting Hat: ?

"My score must not be lower than my sister's. If you dare to shout out a number lower than ninety-nine, you should carefully consider the consequences of such behavior."

Sorting Hat: ???

"I am Lord Godric Gryffindor—"

"But you are a hat after all, right? Shattered, flaming, shattered, these spells should all work on you, right? Of course, I don't mind trying Avada Kedavra..." Astoria said grimly.

She asked herself honestly that she had not lost to her sister in any way, and she would not be able to accept it if the Sorting Hat gave her a lower score than her sister.

Sorting Hat:…

"I'm just an ordinary hat. I only tell the truth." At this point, the Sorting Hat raised its voice: "Astoria Greengrass, one hundred points!!!"

There was an uproar.

One hundred points? ? ? The little girl from Slytherin got full marks?

Everyone was stunned by this number. Until Rice walked to the front of the stage leisurely, the audience was still discussing Astoria's score heatedly.

Rice walked to the staff seat with a half-smile on his face.

He couldn't wait to see the skills of his two old friends.

Although he has decided to participate in the competition, don't blame him if the two old friends cannot pass their "test".

With this feeling in mind, Rice put on the Sorting Hat.

"Ah, Lord Slytherin, you are here." As soon as he put on the hat, the voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Les' ears.

Les said "hmm" and did not rush to respond to the Sorting Hat. Instead, he picked up Helga's crystal ball.

Magic, minimum power input!

Normally speaking, with such a weak magical fluctuation, the brightness of the crystal ball might be even lower than that of a candle. However, before Rice could react, the crystal ball emitted a dazzling light.

In his hand, the crystal ball was like an incandescent lamp emitting blue light.

Les:…

It’s not that bad. I didn’t exaggerate too much... It’s just the ordinary 99 points standard, not much different from Cedric and Hermione before.

Rowena, who was sitting in the staff seat, glanced at Helga, and the corners of Helga's mouth curled up.

The brightness of the crystal ball can actually be adjusted manually. As soon as Salazar came up, Helga switched the crystal ball to manual mode.

She was also considerate enough to control the brightness of Salazar's light so as not to cause a commotion among the students.

Of course, Slytherin House’s “three hits in a row” had already caused a commotion, and the students in the audience were all stunned.

"I guess you've been warned in advance, right? I'm sure I'll get a high score, right?" Les started chatting with the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat twisted its body, and the color of its appearance looked darker, as if it was wet.

It stammered in response: "My lord, I, I can't do anything... I'm just an honest hat..."

'But the strength I showed clearly didn't meet the requirements, didn't it?'

The Sorting Hat stopped talking.

Damn it! It's just a hat!

Finally, it shouted in an emotionless voice: "Les Lint, ninety-five points!"

This is an extremely difficult decision for the Sorting Hat.

Rice took it off his head, put it on the stool, and walked back to his seat very calmly amid applause and cheers.

The selection ceremony soon came to an end, and thirteen contestants representing Hogwarts were selected. This long opening ceremony finally ended.

When walking out of the auditorium, Rice deliberately fell at the end of the crowd and eventually fell behind completely.

He stood quietly in the empty corridor, waiting for the two people to arrive.

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