Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Amber has never forgotten that he came to Hogwarts, not just for school

Improve your strength, recruit allies, learn ancient magic, and improve magic technology.

All of this is beyond the limited freedom of students can do.

So, he needs allies. A dean-level ally.

In addition to the principal, only the four deans are the most suitable candidates.

Then, Dean Snape, who had regrets and secrets, naturally fell into Amber's sight.

Ignoring the headmaster's weirdness on stage, Amber silently deduced the next action in his heart.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

At the head of the Slytherin long table, a man with long blond hair stood up.

After the headmaster had announced the start of the dinner, the man stood up to the Slytherin long table.

Unlike the other three academies, the entire Slytherin sat in silence at this time.

The headmaster's words didn't seem to have any effect. They looked at the head of the long table like a group of real nobles, and stared at the blond man politely and gracefully.

"I'm Prefect Slytherin, Edmund Purval."

"I'm Prefect Slytherin, Wendy Penrel"

The blond man and the tall and thin woman next to him bowed and saluted, and Slytherin, who was present, nodded slowly in return.

"Before the dinner, I, as a senior, would like to offer some trivial advice to the freshmen who have just entered the school."

Watching everyone return the salute, looked around, and said slowly

"When you are declared a Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, whether you are active or passive, from now on, the future will be with Slytherin.

Slytherin has always been a special one. We don't care about the slander, slander and misunderstanding of the other three colleges. As a Slytherin, this will be an obstacle on our future path and the cornerstone of our success.

Therefore, I ask you to put aside the prejudice between families at school, work together to advance and retreat together, our goal is to win.

Remember, blood and honor make Slytherin. "

As soon as the words fell, a burst of applause broke out on the Slytherin long table.

Looking at the meticulously dressed Edmund, Amber couldn't help but praise him again and again.

It's not without reason that this man can take the prefect in an environment like Slytherin.

With some speeches, he was able to impress a group of freshmen from a pure-blooded family, and even grabbed the lead, confirming his position as a leader.

Such talents can represent the real Slytherin.

"Cut, it's just a declining family."

There are those who are convincing and those who are not resentful. Amber turned his head and raised his eyebrows when he saw the indignant expression on Draco's face sitting next to him.

"What, you know him?"

"The Pavar family, now he and his grandfather are the only two left, have fallen to the point where they are about to be removed."

In Draco's words, there was uncontrollable malice. As the only heir to the Malfoy family, he is qualified to comment on such a declining family.

But the premise is that this is in front of his followers.

"In this case, Draco, it seems that I also fit the identity of the declining family in your mouth."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Draco, so that he couldn't control his fingers and accidentally knocked over the pumpkin juice in his hand on the table.

Seeing that everyone around was avoiding the pumpkin juice that was spreading, Amber sighed and pulled out his wand:

"Clean up"

"I don't want a next time, Draco. As much as I hate Lucius, you can still be saved."

Looking at the stiff Drake, Amber laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Take it easy, Hogwarts is a good place, if you can fix your bad habits."

"Don't worry, I will supervise you."

The smile on Amber's face fell into Draco's eyes, causing him to shudder again.

He seemed to recall how his cousin, his own cousin, stepped on the ground and ravaged the proud glory of the Malfoy family when he was young.

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Seeing Draco quiet down, Amber turned his gaze back to the food in front of him.

The house elves of Hogwarts are really good at craftsmanship, including almost all the dishes in Europe, as well as a wide variety of delicious desserts, making every new student feel at home.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up when the dessert disappeared from the table.

Suddenly, the noisy hall became silent.

"Since everyone has had enough to eat and drink, before the new semester starts, I need to remind everyone of some precautions."

"First-year freshmen, please note that no one is allowed to enter the woods of the school, and senior students also need to bear this in mind."

"And the administrator, Mr. Filch, ask me to remind everyone not to release magic in the corridor."

"Finally, those who don't want to suffer an accident and die in pain, don't approach the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

"Then before going to bed, let's all sing the school song together."

Watching Dumbledore use his wand to draw golden letters one after another in mid-air, many teachers present had hard expressions.

"Ah, Old Bee's school song."

After a grunt, Amber put an earplug on himself just in time to listen.

He didn't intend to have such an experience, and he wasn't the only one doing it.

After a long silent wait, when Dumbledore finally announced their disbandment, everyone followed Edmund and walked to Slytherin's lounge in turn.

"Attention seniors, the new password is honor. First-year freshmen come with me."

They walked out of the auditorium and opened a secret door behind a tall armor.

Entering this secret door and walking down the spiral staircase, the first-year freshmen came to an empty classroom.

"Some of you may know and some of you don't quite know yet, so let me introduce you here."

Standing in the middle of this empty classroom, Edmund turned around and said loudly to the first-year freshman:

"Slytherin is not like other colleges, we follow ancient traditions."

"In each grade, we will elect a leader and representative to guide your will for the entire grade for the next seven years."

As he spoke, the side door beside the classroom opened.

With a gloomy face and wearing a wide black robe, Professor Snape, like a bat, quickly approached in the dark waves of the robe.

"My time is limited. Start quickly. After half an hour, the last person standing wins."

With those words icy, Snape stood leaning against the pillar, his eyes deep.

As the unrelated people left the stage, the first-year wizards who were originally crowded together glanced at each other, and instantly opened the distance.

The friend who had just met became an opponent at this time, so quite a few little wizards felt at a loss.

But there are still smart people. In addition to Malfoy who gave up the fight neatly, there are a lot of pure blood family descendants who took out their wands and shot the magic spells they only knew at the people around them.

"It doesn't look very good."

Standing in the middle of the battlefield, Amber's performance seemed out of place.

With his wand in hand, he could easily defeat the spells shot at him.

But he didn't take the initiative to attack others, just like an unrelated spectator, wanton looking at everyone on the field.

Amber knew that this opportunity was extremely rare.

With his strength, he can knock down all the first-year freshmen to the ground in an instant, and directly obtain the honor of chief.

But in the future, there will never be such a good opportunity as today, to be able to see the true strength of the first-year freshmen.

However, the tree wants to be still and the wind is not constant. Amber's leisurely walk in the courtyard has attracted the fear of many people.

Looking at the curse that was shot at him at the same time. Amber made a mistake in his foot, with a superhuman agility, and dodged lightly.

"It seems that you don't want to play anymore."

Watching the rest of the field unite faintly and surround himself, Amber smiled lightly and raised his wand.

"Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart."

The snakewood wand swung down fiercely. In the air, several invisible sharp blades shot out in all directions.

With sharp blades invisible to the naked eye and fast speed, these fledgling little wizards didn't even have a chance to react, they felt a sharp pain in their limbs and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the blood slowly oozing out from the joints of the little wizard, and Snape's expressionless face beside him, an inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Then the first-year chief is Amber Cadmus."

Looking at the moaning crowd on the ground, Snape announced the result calmly.

"Mr. Cadmus, I have to remind you. Showing off your poor skills too much won't give you any special treatment."

As he spoke, Snape walked slowly, staring into Amber's eyes.

"Yes, Professor."

Amber smiled, taking the initiative to meet Snape's gaze, bowing slightly, showing unassuming, impeccable manners.

This action didn't win Snape's favor, he just stared at Amber's eyes, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around suddenly, the black robe behind him, rolling like a wave, and walked straight out of the basement classroom.

His voice came slowly from outside the door, with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Mr. Pawar, please tell Cadmus the rights and obligations of the chief, and then take him to his dormitory."

The wide robe disappeared at the door of the classroom, Amber and Edmund looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

"The dean is actually a good person, you will know it later."

"Come on, I have something to tell you about Chief."*