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Volume 4: A Different Scarlet Bullet Chapter 19: Slytherin¡¯s First ¡°Lesson¡±

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    Chapter 19 Slytherin¡¯s First ¡°Lesson¡± After watching the Dean of Slytherin leave, the young prefect of Slytherin whispered, ¡°Slytherin is different from other houses, except for the prefects specified in the school.  In addition, each grade has a grade chief. Your rights and obligations depend on your strength, and the chief is the strongest person in the grade and the leader of the collective actions of the grade. "hxm "Every student's actions must be obeyed by the chief.  In addition to the headmaster of Slytherin, the chief has the highest authority in the house. There is a chief meeting every month. Of course, the prefect of the house will have higher power, usually held by the seventh-year grade chief, but, second grade  "Chiefs above the grade level can challenge" "Although the power of the family can determine your influence to a certain extent, if you don't have to be seenthen you must improve your strength in Slytherin - the strong is respected!  "The prefect's cold and indifferent voice rose slightly at the last sentence, "Then, first grade chief, please decide on other grades before twelve o'clock, as in previous years." After saying that, the prefect turned and left, and the senior seniors  Except for a few people who wanted to stay and join in the fun, the others dispersed one after another. They were just a group of first-year brats who had just entered school. They knew how to do a few mischievous spells that were not worthy of the stage. Of course, there would be a few.  A relatively unlucky third grader and fifth grader were designated by the prefect to stay and control the situation. Who knows what these little wizards will do when they get excited. If they are injured, at least someone must send them to the medical room. There is a senior.  Now, at least we can suppress these little snakes that are ready to move, so that they will not do anything earth-shattering on the first night. After hearing what the prefect said before leaving, Draco's expression changed, and his feet moved slightly.  He moved forward a few times, and finally sighed and walked to the back. He knew that his friend was too powerful. He didn't make much progress compared to the last duel. He overestimated his ability and asked for things that didn't belong to him.  , you will only bring humiliation to yourself. Everything is left to you!  Draco, who hid his figure under the shadow, silently stared at the calm figure. I will leave it to you this time. "In the battle of Slytherin, there is no so-called rule, the only rule."  There are no rules. Victory is above all else! Then, the first-year chief competition can begin." The seniors released a large protective spell around them to prevent the freshmen from accidentally damaging the public property during the battle.  They don't care about the situation. If you don't have the ability, just stay away, otherwise you deserve to be injured. In battle, as long as you don't cause death or serious disability to others, no one will care whether you use white magic or black magic except Avada.  In addition to the Death Curse, the other two Unforgivable Curses are even allowed to be used within a certain range (as long as you can use them). Slytherin, survival of the fittest, strength first, the strong is respected. The freshmen present looked at each other, their faces  There was a hint of hesitation on the face. No one wanted to be the first to stand up and shoot the first bird. Everyone knew the truth. After hesitating for a while, no one took action. The atmosphere couldn't help but condense. The old students were not in a hurry either.  If you can't even endure it, what kind of Slytherin is it? Slowly, someone finally couldn't hold on to this silent atmosphere. The more impulsive freshmen started the first wave of melee. Of course, these are cannon fodder-level beings and smart people.  Everyone knows that they only need to kill the idiot who consumes a lot of energy in the end. "Draco, don't you go and give it a try?" Pansy asked casually to the seat next to her, but found that there was no response. She  I turned around and lookedwhere was Draco?  "Dracoah, why are you here?" Pansy, who has the gift of using radar to detect Draco, quickly discovered Draco hiding in the corner. "Am I like a fool? Or am I just watching?  Do you look like the kind of masochist who overestimates his abilities? I have already decided to withdraw from this election." Draco asked with a look of surprise on his face. Pansy understood after he glanced at Sephiroth.  What he means is, indeed, if that guy is here, no one else will be able to take the position of chief. Looking at the freshmen who are still fighting for an impossible position, Draco's lips curved into a sarcastic smile.  Pansy silently mourned for the unlucky ones in her heart. She knew she couldn't do something but still did it. Isn't this a fool?  "Is he also interested in that position?" Pansy looked at Draco in confusion. In her impression, Sephiroth was indeed an excellent pure-blood wizard, but he himself did not like power.  He prefers to read quietly. "Huh! What attracts him isThe privilege of being a seat!  "Draco sneered. Don't he understand that person? Although she essentially prefers reading, he does not reject the power of power. Rather, it is better to say that the guy is taking advantage of the situation to obtain his own goals. Others  Not to mention, just the fact that each chief has his own dedicated lounge is enough for that guy to step forward. The battle situation quickly became chaotic. At first, the little wizards could restrain themselves from using their only resources.  Fighting with magic spells, but as the first person to throw down his wand and use his fists gained the upper hand, more and more freshmen abandoned the useless little stick in their hands and used fists as big as sandbags. If we talk about using magic,  The battle is an elegant gentleman's duel, but after changing to fists, this place becomes a barbaric gladiatorial arena. The magic robes are torn to pieces so that the original gorgeous style cannot be seen. Everyone has dark eye circles and is in a mess.  With hair that is comparable to a bird's nest, the Slytherin freshmen on the court can no longer look at the elegant and noble look they had in the restaurant before: "Haha, well done!  These enthusiastic little guys reminded me of the scene when we were in the first grade. They seemed to throw away their wands and get into a ball like this." Sephiroth was also standing in the battle circle. He was one of the few first years who did not throw away his wand.  He is also the only freshman whose appearance can remain the same. Sephiroth squinted his eyes slightly and carefully observed the actions of everyone around him to prevent himself from accidentally overturning the boat in the gutter. Waves of magic fiercely shot at everyone who dared to offend him.  The enemy's red blood fell drop by drop, Sephiroth's pace was still calm and firm, fighting delicately, viciously, elegantly and tricky, the wand was quickly drawn out of his hand. "It's better for others to be injured than to be injured yourself, isn't it?"  Slytherin is not a selfless person who sacrifices himself for others! After half an hour, there are only a few freshmen who can still stand on the field. Almost all of them are injured, except for Sephiroth, and there are only a few who can still stand.  Ten. At this moment, everyone who was still standing looked at him with evil intentions. It seems that Sephiroth's calmness has brought too much pressure to them. Humph, do you want to get rid of me first?  ? Are you underestimating me? Didn¡¯t I see your private eye contact? It¡¯s time to show off your advantages, otherwise my name as a genius will become a bit undeserved. Sephiroth snorted in his heart and said with his little  With the name of a famous genius, everyone in the pure-blood circle should know it. Knowing his plan, you still stand up to fight for power with him. How can you not attack him? Although Slytherins are not all pure-bloods, there are also some parents.  Only one of them is a mixed-blood wizard, but Sephiroth is unhappy because he has no strength and is not smart enough to follow Draco's example and give in, so just accept his own training! "[Frozen World]!  " Sephiroth gave a soft drink, and a biting cold air emitted from his body. The deep white cold mist spread along the ground. The ground covered with wool carpets formed a thick layer of hardness after the cold mist passed by.  Ice Hiss! The seniors took a breath. This level of magic is no longer below that of the fourth and fifth graders. Those freshmen will definitely not be able to withstand it. "No!  Do it quickly" The face of the fifth-year senior who came back to his senses changed drastically, and he shouted in panic. At the same time, he threw protective spells for free at the freshmen who were facing this terrifying magic. He was reminded by the senior's voice.  Several old students who came to their senses also threw various countervailing spells at the cold mist, trying their best to delay for a while. "What are you doing standing still? If you don't run quickly, have your brains turned into tofu?"  Or do you want to stay and taste the power of these cold air!  " The old students who tried their best to delay found that the freshmen were still standing there stupidly, trying not to argue. "The incident happened suddenly, and the circle where the freshmen were fighting was not large. By the time the old students reacted, they were already a little nervous.  After a moment's delay, before they could finish their words, the cold mist rushed in front of the freshmen. Everyone's eyes revealed despair, and even the old students' magic couldn't stop them. This shows the power of this spell.  Powerful The moment the cold mist rushed in front of their eyes, they didn't even have time to be afraid, the cold mist enveloped them "Giggle!"  "The sound of teeth chattering up and down came from the cold fog, and the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this magic is not fatal. As long as it does not cause death, there is nothing to worry about. "It's so cold!  ¡± Draco crossed his arms.With his lower body rubbing, he stood in the corner. The cold mist could not spread here at all. It was still a long way away from him, and he felt bone-chilling. Just a little bit of cold air from the cold mist made the whole lounge wake up.  It's frost, and the temperature of those cold mist is frighteningly low. Is this his real power?  No wonder I haven¡¯t seen him nervous before. Draco smiled bitterly. He always thought he could succeed in counterattack, but now he doesn¡¯t have much confidence. It¡¯s over. Even if those people inside can still speak, the result of this duel has come out. Chief.  Everyone has already assumed that the seat belongs to Sephiroth. With today's power, it is estimated that the freshmen will not be able to resist in a short time.
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