9 Fight!

Leading Slytherin was a sixth-year prefect named Gorin Bauer. It is said that he also served as the president of the boys' student union. Following Goring, the freshmen went down the floating ladder, and the wall was The people in the murals looked at the freshmen from time to time and gave meaningless smirks.

As they continued to descend, they finally entered a room similar to a basement. There was a wet stone wall at the innermost end of the room. They stopped in front of the stone door hidden in the stone wall.

"Glory is my life." Facing Shimen, Goering said the password. The stone door suddenly made a clicking sound and then began to turn, and the entire Slytherin common room appeared in front of the freshmen.

This is a translucent lounge at the bottom of the lake, with walls made of black Gothic marble, and a ceiling of transparent semicircles carved in crystal, allowing you to see the sparkling waves overhead. Green lights were chained to the ceiling. The interior has a fireplace with a beautifully carved mantelpiece and some carved chairs. Often you can see some huge octopuses or strange creatures through the windows.

After arranging for the freshmen to wait in the common room, Goering walked out, and after a while, he returned with a group of senior students. Except for Goering, there were 11 people in this group, six women and five men, all with arrogant expressions on their faces, all observing the freshmen with scrutiny.

"Okay." Goering clapped his hands to the freshmen, "As you can see, these people are our hidden prefects of Slytherin, unlike Hogwarts fifth grade prefects, we Slaters. To pursue more precise and efficient management, in each grade, a prefect will be generated from within to manage the grade. Of course, the rules generated are derived from duels, and the person who wins the duel at the end will become the grade. Perfect. Each of these 11 people standing in front of you is the duel king of their grade. Now, are you ready, freshmen of the first grade?"

Seeing that the empty field next to it was a big circle for a duel, the Slytherin freshmen fell silent. No one was willing to go up to be this early bird, not to mention that for many civilian freshmen, they may even be the easiest I can't master the magic of, let alone duel with others.

"Is the quality of this class of freshmen so poor?" As time went on, seeing that there were no freshmen to enter the field, one of the eleven people beside Goering was a pale-faced student with an explosive head and couldn't bear it. Zhu started shouting: "Didn't I hear that there are Julius family members and Malfoy family boys, why are none of them afraid to go?"

The eyes of everyone and the freshmen converged on Malfoy and Augustus with the words. Facing the eyes with various expressions, Malfoy looked at Augustus at a loss, as if waiting for Austria. Gustus came to make a decision.

Looking at the neat eyes around him, Augustus knew that he couldn't escape, so he could only helplessly shrug his shoulders and walked directly into the dueling circle.

Seeing that someone finally entered the circle, the freshmen who had been calm all along began to move, and after a while, a man named Mo Yan stood opposite Augustus.

"Okay, listen to me count the passwords. After three beeps, you will start the duel." Goering stood on the sideline of the dueling circle and glanced at Augustus and Mo Yan who took out their wands. "Then, one, two, three! Start!"

As the words fell, Mo Yan raised his wand and pointed at Augustus, and began to chant something in his mouth. At the same time, a silver beam of light suddenly shot out from Augustus' silver wand. It hit Mo Yan's body precisely and knocked it out of the field. What smashed to the ground was a sculpture made of Mo Yan's body that had been petrified, with a loud bang.

"This? This is silent spellcasting?" A girl with red hair and a cute appearance in the group of eleven suddenly exclaimed in disbelief, "Could it be that the current freshmen have reached the level of silent spellcasting? ?" She was answered with dull eyes and a broken jaw.

"Cough, cough." Goering, who seemed to feel what he should say, let out an awkward cough. "Uh, very good, Mr. Augustus has shown us his powerful talent for silent spell casting. Mo Yan is very unfortunate. If he fails, of course, the duel will continue, next, who else is going to challenge him?"

The red-haired girl glanced at Augustus, who was standing silently, with interest, and then she looked at the freshmen with schadenfreude, joking, and challenged such a small monster to silently cast spells. is seeking death.

"I think it's better to let Augustus be the hidden prefect of the first year. I don't think there will be any objections. What do you think, classmates?" The surroundings began to shout triumphantly as if the person standing in the dueling circle at the moment was not Augustus but him.

Goering glanced at the freshmen gathered together in disappointment, most of them bowed their heads, and a small number of people who raised their heads also had flickering eyes. Augustus, Goering sighed silently, it seems that this year's selection of hidden prefects is here, and Goering is ready to start announcing the results.

"Perfect Goering, please don't announce the result for the time being. I would like to challenge the hidden prefects who are known as duel kings again. Of course, if I fail, please choose another prefect." Goering was about to announce the result, and Augustus, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke to Goering as if he was interested.

"Boy, don't think that you are invincible because you can cast a spell silently. If you want to come, the senior will be the first to teach you what it means to respect the old and love the young!" The pale young man suddenly changed from eleven to eleven. The crowd came out and stared at Augustus.

Goering's face was also a little gloomy. He knew that August was from the Julius family. If he became this year's hidden perfect, it would be better in terms of identity and strength. However, if he When he first entered Slytherin, it was a pointless challenge to challenge the majesty of the senior year. It would have a great impact on his management, and it would be good to teach him a lesson. Goering thought silently.

So he looked at Augustus and asked solemnly, "Are you sure you want to challenge the current Hidden Prefect?"

Augustus nodded calmly: "Of course." "Okay, then Cook, come out and let our Augustus see Slytherin's hidden perfect strength!" In a circle, Goering called out the pale-faced man just now. Cook, who was in the fourth grade, was considered to be middle-class in strength among the eleven people. I believe that dealing with Augustus should not be a problem.

"Perfect Goring, I think you are mistaken." Looking at Cook, who had come to Augustus, Augustus' calm expression had a smile on his face, "I'm talking about challenging the hidden prefects. , refers to the eleven hidden prefects in front of him, not just this senior Cook."

The air began to quieten down, and everyone's brains began to feel a little foggy. Are they dreaming? Are they crazy or Augustus is crazy, this first-year freshman is going to challenge these eleven hidden prefects by himself. Do these eleven hidden prefects represent the high-end combat power of the entire Slytherin? These eleven hidden prefects with the title of duel king? A strange emotion began to brew in the air, and everyone looked at Augustus with complicated eyes. Whether it was arrogance or courting death, his courage and arrogance alone were indeed unparalleled in the world!

I don't know why, but Malfoy looked at Augustus with a bit of fanaticism at the moment, looking at the back of this lonely standing in front of the eleven people, this seems to be a little short back, but this is still the same at this time. The calm and comfortable person seems to be slowly overlapping with a figure in his imagination, a person who once caused a monstrous blood rain in the magic world, a person whose name can bring fear to everyone, and a person who has created countless legends. Their figures seem to have transcended time and space, and at this moment, in this place, they overlapped in Malfoy's eyes! "Fight!" Malfoy clenched his fists with excitement.