Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

Amber never forgot that he came to Hogwarts for more than just school

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

All of this is not something that the limited freedom of students can do.

So, he needs allies. An allies at the level of a dean.

Apart from the principal, only the four deans are the most suitable candidates.

Then, Dean Snape, who had regrets and secrets, naturally fell into Ambo’s sight.

Ignoring the headmaster’s funny on stage, Ambo was in his heart, silently deducing the next action.

“Everyone, please be quiet.”

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

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

Unlike the other three houses, the Slytherins were all seated at this time.

The headmaster’s words didn’t seem to have any effect, and they looked at the head of the long table like a group of true nobles, staring politely and gracefully at the blond man.

“I’m a Slytherin Prefect, Edmund Perval.”

“I’m Slytherin Prefect, Wendy Panrell”

The blond man bowed to the tall, thin woman next to him, and the Slytherins present slowly nodded in return.

“Before the dinner starts, I, as a senior, would like to give some trivial advice to the new students.”

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

“When you are declared a member of Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, whether you are active or passive, from now on, you will share the honor and disgrace of Slytherin in the future.

Slytherin has always been a special one, we don’t care about the denigration, vilification and misunderstanding of the other three houses, as a Slytherin, it will be an obstacle in our future path and the cornerstone of our success.

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

Remember that blood and honor make Slytherin. ”

As soon as the words fell, a round of applause erupted from the long Slytherin table.

Looking at the meticulously dressed Edmund, Ambo’s heart couldn’t help but praise one after another.

It wasn’t for nothing that this man was able to take the throne of prefect in an environment like Slytherin.

With a speech, he was able to deeply impress a group of freshmen from a pure-blood family, and even take the lead, and determined his position as a leader.

Such a talent can represent the real Slytherin.

“Che, it’s just a fallen family.”

There are those who are happy and sincere, and there are naturally those who are not angry, Ambo turned his head and looked at Draco sitting next to him with a look of dissatisfaction, and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

“How, do you know him?”

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

Draco’s words carried irrepressible malice. As the sole heir of the Malfoy family, he was qualified to judge such a declining family.

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

“In that case, Draco, it seems that I also fit the status of the declining family in your mouth.”

The words were like a hammer hitting Draco, so much so that he couldn’t control his fingers and accidentally knocked the pumpkin juice on the table in his hand.

Seeing that everyone around him was dodging the wanton spreading pumpkin juice, Ambo sighed and drew his wand:

“Clean up”

“I don’t want to have a next time, Draco. As much as I hate Lucius, you’re always saved. ”

Looking at the stiff Draco, Ambo laughed and reached out to pat his shoulder.

“Take it easy, Hogwarts is a good place, provided you can fix your bad problems.”

“Don’t worry, I will supervise you.”

The smile on Ambo’s face fell in Draco’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but shiver again.

He seemed to recall how his cousin had trampled the proud glory of the Malfoy family to the ground when he was a child.

(Ask for Flowers Book Review Review Votes).

Seeing that Draco had quieted down, Ambo returned his gaze to the food in front of him.

The house-elves of Hogwarts are indeed very good, including almost all the dishes of the whole of Europe, as well as a variety of delicious desserts, making every new student feel at home.

When the dessert disappeared from the table, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.

Suddenly, the noisy hall became silent.

“Now that everyone has eaten and drunk, I need to remind you of a few points before the start of the new semester.”

“First-year students should be aware that the school woods are off-limits to anyone, and older students also need to keep this in mind.”

“And Mr. Filch, the administrator, who wants me to remind everyone not to unleash magic in the corridors.”

“Finally, anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die a painful death, do not go near the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.”

“Then before going to bed, let’s all sing the school song together.”

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

“Ah, the school song session of the old bee.”

After grunting, Ambo promptly cast a closed earplug on himself to listen.

He didn’t intend to have that experience, not to mention he wasn’t the only one doing so.

After a long silent wait, when Dumbledore finally announced his disbandment, everyone followed Edmund and walked to the Slytherin common room in turn.

“Attention seniors, the new password is glory. First-year students come with me. ”

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

Entering this trap door and descending the spiraling staircase, the first-year freshman came to an empty classroom.

“Some of you may know that some of you don’t know well, so let me introduce it to you here.”

Standing in the middle of the empty classroom, Edmund turned around and shouted to the first-year students

“Slytherin is different from other houses, we follow ancient traditions.”

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

As he spoke, the side door next to the classroom opened.

Professor Snape, who had a gloomy face and wore a wide black robe, was like a bat, quickly approaching in the black waves rolling in the robe.

“I have limited time, hurry up and start, and after half an hour, the last standing one wins.”

Leaving such a sentence coldly, Snape stood aside and leaned against the pillar, his eyes deep.

And with the exit of the unrelated personnel, the first-grade little wizards who had been crowded together glanced at each other one after another, and instantly opened the distance.

The friend he had just met became an opponent at this time, and a considerable number of young wizards felt at a loss.

But there were always smart people, and in addition to Malfoy’s neat abandonment of the fight, there were quite a few descendants of pure-blood families who took out their wands and shot their only spells at the people around them.

“It doesn’t look like the level is good.”

Standing in the middle of the battlefield, Ambo’s performance seemed out of place.

With his wand in hand, he could easily defeat the spell that was directed at him.

But he did not take the initiative to attack others, just like an irrelevant spectator, wantonly looking at everyone on the field.

Amble knew that this opportunity was extremely rare.

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

But there will never be such a good opportunity in the future to see the true strength of first-year students.

However, the trees are quiet and the wind does not stop. Ambo’s casual stance has attracted the jealousy of many people.

Look at the spells that are shooting at you. Ambo made a mistake on his feet, an extraordinary agile posture, and dodged lightly.

“Looks like you don’t want to play anymore.”

Watching the rest of the people on the field faintly unite and surround themselves, Ambo smiled softly and raised the wand in his hand.

“Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.”

The snakewood wand swung down fiercely. Several faint blades in the air shot out in all directions.

With the invisible blade and swift speed, these fledgling little wizards, without even having a chance to react, felt a sharp pain in their limbs and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the blood slowly oozing from the joints of the little wizard in a place, Snape, who had an ancient face on the side, flashed an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

“Then the chief of the first year is Ambo Cadmus.”

Looking at the wailing people on the ground, Snape announced the result with a calm face.

“Mr. Cadmus, I have to remind you. Showing off your poor skills too much doesn’t give you any special treatment. ”

As he spoke, Snape walked slowly over and stared into Ambo’s eyes.

“Yes, Professor.”

Ambo smiled and took the initiative to meet Snape’s gaze, bowing slightly, showing humble and impeccable etiquette.

Such an action did not meet Snape’s favor, he just stared into Ambo’s eyes, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

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

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

“Mr. Pavard, please tell Cadmus about the rights and obligations that the chief should bear, and then take him to his dormitory.”

The wide robe disappeared into the classroom door, and Ambo and Edmund looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.

“The dean is actually a good person, you will know it slowly in the future.”

“Let’s go, about the chief, I have something to tell you.”

Welcome to the National Day 7-day long holiday and read books and enjoy reading! Charge 100 and get 500 VIP bonds!

immediately preemptive(Event Period: October 1st to October 7th)