Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Godric's facial muscles twitched. He didn't expect Salazar to say such a thing.

If he can even say “the greatest of the four founders”, what else can he not say?

Salazar Slytherin, your face disgusts me!

Unlike Godric, Rowena and Helga felt an urge to laugh out loud.

The hat that Salazar put on Godric is very classic. They will have to call him a few more times in front of Godric in the future - the greatest founder, haha!

While Rowena and Helga were immersed in the new nickname Salazar gave to Godric, Godric, the person involved, remembered something extremely terrifying.

He remembered that Salazar seemed to have composed a song...

To be honest, Godric, who was once fearless in a head-on confrontation with the gods, was now afraid, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

A few minutes ago, he had recklessly dragged Salazar into the spotlight. Now, Godric found that he could not bear the consequences.

He lowered his head and glanced at Salazar, and found that Salazar was also looking up at him.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and a lot of information was conveyed in an instant.

Godric: Is it too late to reconcile now?

Les: Ahaha!

"Classmates, let's give a round of applause to the greatest wizard in the world! Please shout with me - Godric, a man among men, a wizard among wizards!"

Les finally let Godric go.

This was not because he was indecisive, but because he knew that the crossbow arrow was most intimidating only when it was on the string. So he would not use this move easily.

After using it, what can I use to restrain Godric?

However, it is necessary to give Mr. Gryffindor a little shock to prevent him from causing any trouble in the future.

After Les finished speaking, the young wizards were stunned at first, but then they quickly reacted and shouted with Les: "Godric, a man among men, a wizard among wizards!"

Thousands of people shouted in unison, almost blowing the ceiling of the auditorium off.

Godric clenched his fists.

Fortunately, Salazar only threatened himself a little and did not actually sing the full version of the song.

After the slogan, there was thunderous applause. When the applause in the auditorium gradually died down, Rice smiled and waved to the students.

"Let us cherish every minute of this moment, because Hogwarts has entered its greatest era!"

There was another long-lasting cheering and applause, but Godric felt that he had a psychological trauma about the word "great".

Now, this torture that was originally intended for Salazar turned into a torture for Godric himself.

Finally, Rice finished what he wanted to say, bowed to the stage and returned to his seat, and Godric couldn't wait to announce that the students could go back to bed - he even forgot to mention the latest list of prohibited items provided by Filch.

"First-year students, follow me!" Astoria wanted to say something to Les after he returned to his seat, but she suddenly remembered that she was the new class monitor and had the obligation to guide the freshmen back to the common room.

So she jumped up from her seat in a hurry and ran to give directions to the freshmen.

Les calmly stood up from his seat and returned to the Slytherin common room.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, the students of Slytherin House just wanted to return to the common room of their house as soon as possible, take a hot bath and go to bed.

However, when they entered the common room, they found Rice standing in the middle of the room, looking like he had something to say.

After Rice did that big thing, the little wizards of Slytherin College were in awe of Rice. But they were a little tired after all, so after a little thought, they decided to lower their presence, quietly go behind Rice and sneak into the dormitory.

However, when they walked between the common room and the dormitory entrance, they found that a transparent air wall had appeared here at some point. They could see the dormitory door, but were not allowed to cross it.

"Please wait a few minutes, I have a few words to say." Rice's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Faced with this kind of "let me say a few more words" operation, the little wizards present were of course angry but dared not say anything.

Even though they had a million complaints in their hearts, they still obediently returned to the common room, found a sofa to sit on, and waited quietly for other students to come back.

By the time Astoria came in with a group of young wizards who looked particularly young, the common room of the entire Slytherin College was already a little overcrowded.

With the arrival of the freshmen, all the Slytherin students gathered in this not-so-big hall.

Rice also spoke.

He did not use spells like "loud voice" on himself, but everyone could hear his voice very clearly, as if he was standing next to their ears and speaking.

In fact, even if the audience present was deaf, Rice could make them "hear" his voice.

Just a little trick of magic.

"I'm sorry to stop you at this time when you are all the most tired and to waste some of your time, but I think tonight is the best time to talk about these things. I also hope that what I say before you go to bed will accompany you into your dreams."

None of the Slytherin students present stood up to say anything. All of them stood or sat in their seats, quietly listening to the speech of the student union president who might be the "youngest" since the founding of the school.

"First of all, welcome the new students to Slytherin House."

There was a not particularly loud applause in the lounge; everyone was very tired.

"I believe that most people should know the situation of Slytherin before joining this college, right?" Rice's eyes swept among the freshmen, and then randomly locked on the face of a boy with light golden hair, "Can you tell me about it?"

The boy was a little nervous. He swallowed and then stammered, "Well... my father told me that Slytherin House in Hogwarts... the noblest, purest and most innocent house. The dean, Professor Snape, is very capable, uh..."

"Go on." An encouraging smile appeared on Rice's face, signaling the boy to speak freely.

"He also said that Seniors Astoria and Daphne in the academy, as well as you, are all very capable and talented wizards, and asked me to maintain a good relationship with you."

The smile on Rice's face grew a little wider.

"What's your last name?"

"Burst, Brian Burst."

Bulstrode, one of the pure-blood families.

"That's not surprising." Les nodded.

Now, all the pure-blood families wanted to have some connection with him and the Greengrass family. It was obviously a good way to let his children please the seniors in school.

This is still in modern society. If it were in the Middle Ages, there would be countless people who would come up to him and want to be his attendant or Astoria's maid.

"Besides these, do you know how other people describe Slytherin House?"

Brian Bulstrode's expression changed suddenly.

Obviously, apart from the positive words such as "the noblest and the purest", the adjectives used to describe Slytherin House are not very suitable to be mentioned here.

Little Brian's face was soon covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were watery, as if he would cry in the next second.

"Don't worry, no one will blame you because it was me, Les Lint, who told you to say that."

With the promise from senior Lint, little Brian became much bolder. He finally gritted his teeth and said the description of Slytherin House that he had heard, which did not come from his father.

"They said... we are the cradle of dark wizards and the worst house in Hogwarts. They said that the students here look down on and hate Muggles and students from Muggle families."

boom!

There was an uproar in the lounge.

Although everyone knows what the little boy said, many things cannot be said in public just because they are true.

"This is slander!" A seventh-grade boy slammed the table beside him and stood up.

"They are jealous of us!" a girl screamed.

"These ungrateful people—"

The lounge suddenly became heated, with many people shouting and denouncing something, in order to vent their emotions.

"But it's true, isn't it?" A voice sounded, and the atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became silent, because the owner of the voice was the school's new student union president, the pride of Slytherin House, Les Lint.

"Did they say anything wrong?" Les looked around, his eyes sweeping across the faces of each student one by one, "Do you want to calculate the percentage of Death Eaters who are from Slytherin House? Or do you think that if we scold those people here, others will not think that we are such bad people?"

Rice's voice echoed in the lounge, and no one dared to make eye contact with him.

The students in the lounge looked like eggplants hit by frost, all of them looking dejected.

If anyone else had said this, an unlimited fighting match would have started in the lounge long ago, but the person who said this was Les Lint.

Not to mention the parents' endless teachings before school starts, just considering the strength of both sides, these students have no intention of resisting.

If a conflict really occurs, they may not be able to survive even for a second and will have to spend the first day or even the first week of school in the school hospital.

More importantly, the real bigwigs in the academy haven't spoken yet, so how can someone like me have a say? However, it's hard to say which side Daphne and Astoria stand on.

"If Les, if the purpose of keeping us here tonight is to say this, then I just want to say that I want to go back to take a shower and sleep." When everyone was silent, Malfoy stood up.

Of course, Malfoy regretted his words the moment he said them, but almost everyone present was looking at him, so he couldn't save his face at all and could only stand there and hold on.

Malfoy now regrets very much. He regrets why he said such words on impulse. It was so reckless!

A few seconds ago, I seemed to have lost control of my tongue and uttered these words without thinking.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Malfoy felt a chill on his back.

'Will I be sent to Azkaban after graduation because of this sentence? ' A name flashed through his mind, which made him even more anxious.

Les flicked his fingers quietly, dispersing the remaining magic power lingering on them.

He hadn't expected that his prestige in the academy had risen to such a height without him noticing, that even when he launched a powerful attack close to the enemy, no one dared to stand up and refute him. It was very likely that Tom Riddle's suppression power back then was not as high as his.

So he could only use some tricks and use other people's mouths to say what he wanted to say.

Now we can move on to the plot.

"Oh? You want to challenge me?"

Sure enough, Les's eyes fell on Malfoy's face and he asked a question that made the others shudder.

"I..." Malfoy wanted to admit defeat, but the words turned into: "I just can't stand hearing these things! Aren't pure-blood wizards born nobler than other wizards?"

Malfoy:!

Damn, how could I have said what was in my heart? I shouldn't have secretly drunk at the dinner party!

Daphne patted the table beside her, her wand sliding into her hand as she stared at Malfoy dangerously.

Malfoy, are you going to test whether my spell is powerful enough?

It's a pity that Malfoy is now so scared, otherwise he would have just taken out his wand and said, "My spells are quite powerful," and he would definitely become famous.

Les reached out and patted Daphne's shoulder, telling her to calm down.

"What you said... makes sense."

To Malfoy's surprise, Rhys actually affirmed what he said to some extent.

The young wizards present were also quite surprised: Why was there such a big contrast in Les Lint's attitude before and after?

Les didn't care what the little wizards were thinking, he just said what he wanted to say.

"The ideas conveyed by Mr. Malfoy are called pure-blood supremacy by other wizards. The source of this idea, according to modern wizards, comes from Salazar Slytherin, the founder of our school."

"Have you ever thought about why Slytherin prefers students from wizarding families?"

After a little thought, the wizards present came up with a self-evident answer: because pure blood is more noble.

"Hahaha!" Les laughed a few times.

"The answer is wrong. It's because students from wizarding families are more reliable."

The students present all widened their eyes: this was the first time they had heard of this statement.

Afterwards, Rice told the children present about the situation when the school was first established.

"In this kind of atmosphere, isn't it a strange thing to want to recruit students from wizarding families?" Rice asked back, and then posed another question: What do you think is considered pure-blood?

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