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The Slytherin long table, which usually eats slowly and strives to eat elegantly, has a different atmosphere tonight. No one talks at the whole long table, and everyone eats much faster, which highlights their long table A feeling of depressing and dignified.

Just halfway through the dinner time, all the Slytherins gradually stopped eating, and then left the restaurant in an orderly manner and returned to the lounge.

Older students in other houses knew what was going to happen, and the fact that Slytherin House would elect a 'Head' of the Freshman Years two weeks into the new term was no secret at Hogwarts.

Different from most people's impression of Slytherin, the choice of chief has nothing to do with the bloodline they emphasize the most. They rely on magic duels to select the strongest as chief.

"It's only been two weeks since school started, what kind of magic duel do they use? Levitation spell?" a first-year Hufflepuff asked curiously.

A pure-blooded senior nearby kindly explained: "Most wizards in Slytherin come from famous magical families, and they will start learning magic when they are very young. I don't know if those older and richer families have practical The practice requirements. Our family is only a small family, so we only need to learn some theoretical knowledge. I think the requirements for a big family should be stricter."

When questions and answers were heard one after another in the dining room, the Slytherins had all returned to the lounge, ready to continue this ancient rule handed down from thousands of years ago.

Slytherin's lounge is located at the bottom of the Black Lake. A huge ring-shaped sunken sofa seat in the center has been retracted into the ground, and the large stove in the middle of the ring has also been lifted into the air by iron chains. The thick and soft dark green plush The carpet was also removed, and a sunken circular open space big enough for a duel appeared in the comfortable and luxurious Slytherin lounge. All the Slytherin students gathered around this sofa resting area, but now The periphery of the duel field.

A boy walked out of the crowd. He was Aquila Martin, who was in the seventh grade this year and also the head of the male students at Hogwarts. Although he was tall and thin, he didn't look like a frail scholar at all. Glancing at all the Slytherins, everyone quickly fell silent.

"First-year students, the prefect Mr. Higgins must have explained to you about the two-week protection period on the second day of school, and now is the end of the protection period. According to Slytherin tradition, You will choose your first-year chief in a voluntary duel." He said in a serious and powerful voice.

Some first-year freshmen began to whisper to the students next to them when they heard this. Martin ignored the malicious expressions they showed when they looked at Sylvia, and continued to say, "Of course, being the chief does not mean that you have absolute authority over the entire grade." Authority, those temporary losers can choose to challenge the position of chief at any time. In front of you, next to me are the chiefs who are senior to you, and each of them is a proven winner. In Slater In the Forestry Academy, those who are incapable are not worthy of sitting in the chief position."

"Now, those who think they should be the chief, please stand in the middle of the duel arena and wait for the challenge!"

As soon as Martin finished speaking, the door leading to the office of Professor Snape, head of Slytherin, in the lounge opened. Snape, who was still dressed in black, walked in, glanced at Martin, and said nothing. , took out his wand and floated a chair over, transformed into a comfortable silver-green sofa and sat down on his own.

This is a wheel challenge. If the first one to stand out wants to stay until the end, he needs to accept the challenges of all the challengers. The shrewd little snakes didn't stand up immediately after Martin finished speaking, but chose to wait and see.

Although the chief duel seemed to be carried out in a 'voluntary' manner in a very gentle manner, Sylvia knew that if she didn't go down and win a few rounds, she would never have a good life in the future.It just so happened that she was also planning to show her strength a little bit-the two-week protection period was not set up for her.

Sylvia pulled out her wand, and under the gaze of everyone, she walked down the stairs step by step to the center of the arena. She still had a smile on her face, but everyone could see that there was no smile in her eyes , or that should be a provocative look.

The boy who stared at Sylvia maliciously at the beginning immediately walked off the stage, "Barrett Warrington." His facial features are not very obvious, not good-looking, especially in Slytherin where there are handsome men and beautiful women The appearance is cramped, and now it is matched with a malicious face, which makes his forehead look even more miserable.

As they bowed to each other and walked back to back, Martin stood aside and added, "Stunning the opponent or knocking them out of the silver coil on the ground is considered a victory, and no maiming or death is allowed. Now, the first duel begins! "

As he began, Sylvia and Warrington turned to face each other at the same time, their wands casting their spells almost simultaneously.

"Locomotor Mortis"

"Impedimenta"

Sylvia's impediment spell perfectly missed Warrington's leg-locking spell, and she immediately added a fluorescent spell with extremely short syllables. The Slytherins present at the "Lumos" will see it in a second Now, what happens when you use powerful magic power to enhance a spell? Only a few students who are talented in spells and duels closed their eyes in time, and the other students were instantly erupted like poor Warrington Extremely intense white light flashes dizziness.

Not to mention chanting mantras, the pain and dizziness coming from the eyes made Warrington bend down and cover his eyes, crying out in pain.It was easily resolved by Sylvia with a petrification spell.

The lounge fell silent. From the beginning of the duel to the end, it only took a few seconds. Sylvia not only showed a level of magic spell that was much higher than that of the first grade, but also showed her flexible duel wisdom.After that, two more boys walked off the field one after another, but none of them lasted more than ten seconds in Sylvia's hands.

Sylvia looked around. There were only nine young wizards enrolled in Slytherin this school year. After the fiasco of the three challengers just now, it should be enough to show her skills and strength. With her background, even if her strength is superior to that of the first grade or even In the second and third grades, it is really a thankless task to sit in the chief position now. She needs to emphasize her strength year after year in order to gradually establish an 'undefeated' authority.

This year, she just needs to follow behind the first-year 'chief' and put on a silent smile. The discerning Slytherins can naturally see her ability, and her voluntary retreat can also appease those The proud and invincible pure-blood nobles.

Sylvia was panting slightly, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly, but she tried her best to straighten her back—she felt that although her disguise was a bit abrupt and fake, it should still be in place?No, just when she hoped that a classmate could come down and 'beat' her, a boy came out, feeling that he seemed to 'see through' Sylvia's dilemma on the field.

After the short but absolutely high-intensity duel just now, the 11-year-old little wizard felt that the lack of magic power and mental fatigue were justified. In fact, Sylvia can be regarded as a little wizard with strong magic power if she can survive until now. , the boy commented proudly in his heart.

"Matthew Selwyn." One of the 28 ancient families, the young master of the Selwyn family.He obviously didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Sylvia's tired look after a few seconds after sending the previous challenger out of the duel ring neatly, and he didn't notice that not far away, some The senior seniors rolled their eyes regardless of their appearance, not to mention, in the circle of the chiefs, there were a few people who frowned and silently exchanged something with their eyes.

An ancient family that is gradually getting lonely, a young master with no real power but a strong enough background, and what's even more 'commonly commendable' is that he is actually a stupid enough heir to the family, perfect as a scapegoat!

At the beginning, he didn't stand up to challenge and compete fairly. Instead, he waited until the opponent seemed to be at the end of his strength, and then stood up.His behavior in Gryffindor would definitely cause a burst of boos.But in Slytherin... if this young master Selwyn didn't have a smug look on his face, it seems that everyone else is stupid to be frightened by this girl who can't keep going, only he can see the stupid expression If so, the surrounding Slytherins really admire such shrewd calculations.

The next morning, when the Slytherins entered the cafeteria in an orderly manner, the eyes of the whole school were almost all focused on them. After being 'popularized' by the elders yesterday, the newly enrolled young wizards also understood what would happen next.

The leading group of seven people took the lead and sat down on both sides of the front of the long table, and then the Slytherins behind sat down next, and then the chiefs began to take the food they wanted to eat. To everyone's surprise, Slytherin On the long table, the girl with silver-gray hair who was seated next to the chiefs actually picked up food with the chiefs at the same time, and none of the chiefs expressed doubts about her actions.The name of the first-year Slytherin, Sylvia Cassandra, soon spread across the other three long tables, through the few other house freshmen who had attended classes with the girl.

Sitting in the middle of the teacher's bench, Dumbledore was wearing weird wizard robes as always, eating sweet lemon cake for breakfast as always, and smiling happily as always, but if you were careful enough, you could find him Behind the half-moon glasses, there is a thought-provoking gleam in those wise eyes from time to time.

After the chiefs and Sylvia, who was obviously not the chief but started with them, finished taking their meals, the entire Slytherin table officially began to dine.

Encountering the mystery of the head rival who is full of doubts, how could the Gryffindors not take the opportunity to discuss loudly, from 'their first-year strength is too weak, so we have to find two who are almost passable to be the head together', to' It seems that there are two first graders in this class who are equally evil, and they can't tell which is better." The words were full of ridicule and insult, and the voice was so loud that Hagrid, who lives by the Forbidden Forest, could hear it.Hufflepuff is a nice guy. Although there are endless discussions, at least they know that they should keep their voices down when talking about others behind their backs.There was silence at the Slytherin table, which allowed the rustling discussions at the other house long tables to reach them.

If the discussion of Gryffindor, who was at odds with the Slytherins, and some irrelevant Hufflepuffs was not enough to represent anything, but when a few whispered discussions at the Ravenclaw table also floated At this time, Slytherin first-year chief Selwyn, who had blushed and tried to maintain his demeanor after being 'humiliated' by Sylvia's behavior of taking meals with the chiefs, finally couldn't bear it.

Selwyn angrily threw the silver tableware onto the dinner plate, made a loud "clang!", stood up without saying a word, and left the table angrily before finishing breakfast.

From the time he threw the tableware to the moment he walked out of the dining room, no one at the Slytherin table made a sound, let alone comforted and encouraged him. He didn't even move his eyebrows, as if the first-year chief didn't exist.

After Snape finished his breakfast and prepared the materials, he was about to start brewing potions when a green flame suddenly lit up in the office fireplace, and an old voice came from inside: "Severus, can I trouble you to come to my office ?"

"Damn it can't!" Although Snape immediately responded violently, the flame disappeared immediately after the old headmaster finished speaking, and the other end of the fireplace obviously did not receive the angry growl of the potions master who interrupted his weekend research .