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"It's not fair! It's a shameful sneak attack!"

A sturdy freshman climbed up from the ground with difficulty and roared at Amber:

"I won't admit you! Vile asshole!"

"You're nothing more than a descendant of a despicable family that's more Damn it and dirtier than Weasley!"

"What qualifies you to be chief?"

"Oleico Douglas, a descendant of the Douglas family."

While Douglas growled, Malfoy trotted over to Amber and explained to him in a low voice.

"Well, the Douglas family takes the chief very seriously. Their family has a development strategy derived from the chief's identity. So... you know."

Hearing Malfoy's explanation, Amber was both annoyed and amused.

For the chief who is bound to win is not only himself, he has already prepared for this.

But he didn't expect that there is such a stupid guy.

Thinking of this, Amber turned his attention to Edmund who was beside him.

He was the Slytherin prefect, and it was time for him to speak.

"Don't look at me like this, you are the first-year chief, you have the final say on what to do."

"And, no matter when, insulting someone's family is not a sin that can be easily forgiven."

What Amber didn't expect was that Edmund spread his hands, took a few steps back, and gave Amber all the power.

Edmund's actions are both support and test, and he is now the first-year chief.

He has the right to discipline and represent the entire first-year student, and naturally has the obligation to lead the first-year.

This Mr. Douglas was Amber's first fire when he became chief.

"In that case, Mr. Douglas, what do you want."

Reaching out and swiping away the walls of people standing in front of the two, Amber smiled and walked slowly to Douglas, asking condescendingly:

"Then, Mr. Douglas, what are you going to do according to your wishes?"

"Despicable! Filthy family!"

Douglas shouted angrily, wantonly spreading his dissatisfaction.

"I am Honorable Douglas! Born to be Chief of Slytherin."

"You humble and dirty bastard, how dare you snatch the position that originally belonged to me?"

Seeing Douglas' angry face, Amber nodded.

"Well, listen to Malfoy, you are also pure blood."

As he spoke, Amber reached into his pocket.

"I allow you to provoke a duel against me. It is not a game between students, but you represent Douglas and propose a duel to Cadmus."

With that said, Amber took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and put it in front of Douglas.

As long as Douglas picked up the handkerchief, the duel was established immediately.

Looking at the white handkerchief, Douglas calmed down a bit.

He stretched out his hand several times, but he still didn't pick up the handkerchief.

He's not stupid, the moment of combat power that Amber showed just now was enough to make his heart palpitate.

Although he thought that Amber was just a sneak attack just now, he was still not sure.

Thinking like this, a spell suddenly flashed in Douglas's mind.

If it was that spell, the guy in front of him might not be able to react.

After making up his mind, Douglas gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up the white handkerchief.

Seeing that Douglas had drawn out his wand, Amber chuckled softly:

"I hope you understand, Douglas."

"You are now challenging me on behalf of the family. If you fail, I don't need you to be loyal to the family. You just need to get out of Hogwarts."

Douglas gritted his teeth as he looked at Amber who was still unhurried.

"Of course I know, you—the blood is pouring!"

Just halfway through the words, Douglas suddenly attacked.

From the tip of his wand, a blood-red radiance suddenly shot out, turning into a long snake in mid-air, and biting towards Amber fiercely.

"Mirror of Charlie"

In the face of the bloody serpent, Amber was not in a hurry.

The wand was slightly in front of him, and in the air, a mirror surface with seven-color brilliance suddenly formed.

When the bloody serpent hit the mirror, it didn't make an inch. Instead, it bounced back at a more agile speed and slammed into Douglas.

Hit by his own spell, Douglas burst blood vessels all over his body.

Hundreds of blood arrows shot out from the top of the body, almost draining all the blood on his body, dyeing the ground of the basement red.

Watching Douglas, who was almost mummified, lay on the ground, twitching and spasming constantly, Amber shook his head.

"Send him to the infirmary and get him out of here, okay?"

Looking at Douglas twitching on the ground, Amber shook his head regretfully.

He originally wanted to kill Douglas the chicken slowly to shock the other monkeys, but he didn't expect that this guy would be so useless that he couldn't even escape his own spell.

In this way, he still has a long way to go if he wants to completely regain the freshmen of the first year.

Thinking of this, the freshmen carried Douglas out of the classroom in a hurry. Amber turned his head and looked at Edmund.

"Edmund, can we go now?"

"certainly."

Edmund took a deep look at Amber.

At this point, Amber had put the wand back into the show, still wearing that harmless smile on his face.

But Edmund knew very well how ruthless the seemingly innocent little white rabbit in front of him was.

"Let me explain to you the rights the chief has, first of all, you have an independent dormitory—"

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"Zizi Bee Candy"

At the entrance of the principal's office on the eighth floor, Snape said the password to the guard stone statue with an expressionless face.

The stone statue slowly turned away, and the stone spiral staircase snaked upwards.

Snape didn't know what was going on in the basement after he left, and he came to Dumbledore in a hurry, something else important.

When Snape walked into the headmaster's office, Bridor and Professor McGonagall were already there waiting.

"Severus, it looks like your house's unique tradition has come to an end."

Seeing Snape come in, Dumbledore stopped talking to McGonagall and turned to look at Snape.

And before Snape could say anything, Dumbledore raised a finger.

"Let me guess—the one who won, should be Cadmus."

"Yes, it's him. Dumbledore, I have to remind you—"

"Ah… okay, okay. I know what you're talking about, Severus."

Halfway through his words, Snape stopped Dumbledore.

"Dear Mr. Cadmus has already shown me his unique talent when I go to deliver the offer."

"Now that you know, Dumbledore, you should know that Cadmus's magic is definitely not something he should know at his age."

Dumbledore's attitude made Snape furious, and he strode to the desk, putting his hands on the table and staring at Dumbledore condescendingly.

"Remember what you promised me."

"Of course, Severus, what I promise you is forever."

Through the half-moon glasses, Dumbledore looked at Snape calmly.

Looking at those lake blue pupils, Snape opened his mouth. As if he wanted to say something, he finally fell silent, turned around and continued to stand against the wall.

"Okay, a little accident, so Minerva, where did we just say?"

"The Sorting Hat, Professor."

"Ah, that's right, people have a bad memory when they get old."

Dumbledore made a sudden realization, turned and removed the Sorting Hat from the top of the bookcase.

"I think Severus, as the dean of Slytherin, needs to listen to this."

After a long time, the Sorting Hat's voice slowly fell, and McGonagall and Snape's brows were already wrinkled into words.

"Dumbledore, this is a big deal. Hogwarts has never had a freshman who escaped a trace."

"What do you suggest, then? Minerva?"

Dumbledore's hands rested on the table, and behind his half-moon glasses, there was a light of wisdom.

"Call him over and try again."

"The essence of the trace is a magical contract. Since Mr. Cadmus has discovered this, even if he is forced to sign this contract, he still has a way to escape."

"Severus, Minerva, I need to remind you that this child has been the head of the Cadmus family for seven years, and has not been annexed by any pure blood family."

"I said long ago that you can't let a student go like this, Dumbledore."

Professor Mike is already on the verge of collapse. This new class of freshmen is particularly troublesome due to the admission of Harry Potter.

Now there is a variable like Amber, which makes Professor McGonagall, who is in charge of the actual affairs of the school, quite troublesome.

"And you know, Cadmus—"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Minerva. We should give students a little credit as appropriate."

"Yes, if you insist."

Obviously dissatisfied with Dumbledore's actions, Professor McGonagall threw out these words, turned around and walked out of the principal's office quickly.

In the office, only Snape was left.

"Severus, can you help me keep an eye on Amber?"

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore spoke slowly.

"If you don't trust him, why don't you deal with it directly?"

Snape gave Dumbledore a cold, impatient tone.

"We always have to give young people a chance, don't we?"

Hearing Dumbledore finish, Snape walked to the door without looking back.

Just as he was about to go out, he turned his head and stared fiercely at Dumbledore.

"I hope you don't make the same mistakes of the past, Dumbledore."

"Of course, Severus, I'll keep that in mind."*