The Slytherin on room is located at the bottom of the Great Lake. Looking out from the windows, you see the vast expanse of the ke, and even curious aquatic creatures peering in as if they were visiting humans.
Hoare had initially worried about the humidity being too high and causing rheumatism. But upon arrival, he found that despite being uer, the room was dry and refreshing, likely due to some spell ical circle.
In the on room adorned with silver and green decorations, Head Snape was already waiting. Once everyone had gathered, he gave a few brief instrus a, his demearemely cold.
Hoare thought that was the end and they could return to their rooms to rest, but strangely, no o. As Snape departed, the older students gradually spread out, f a semi-circle. The freshmen followed suit.
Ohey were in position, a Slytherin with a prefect badge on his chest stepped forward.
"I am Zamiel Selwyn. For the sake of better iance, for the glory of Slytherin, now, the annual prefect ele begins.
No matter what method you use, as long as you win, it's fine.
You defeat, but not harm.
Slytherin wands are only for outsiders.
Sixth years, start first."
After Zamiel Selwyn finished speaking, he bowed slightly and then made way for the didates participating in the ele.
Hoare watched the se before him with great i.
He remembered the novels mentioning that prefect eles were only for upper years, and it seemed Slytherin had a private mini-version.
Truly the heirs of capitalist magic.
The youhe year, the fewer spells they khe light effects were det, colorful, much better than cheap special effects.
He was engrossed in watg when he felt someone squeeze o him.
Turning around, it was that kid Malfoy.
He actually looked a bit anxious.
Hoare thought about it and uood.
In the magical world, before the age of eleven, to protect the normal growth of a child's magic, they wouldn't secretly teach magic.
If an act caused a magic outburst, with good luothing would happen, but with bad luight bee a Squib or an Obscurial.
Malfoy nervously whispered to Zabini beside him, "If I don't get the prefect badge, my father will be disappointed in me."
Thinking of Malfoy spending Galleons so freely, Hoare leaned over, "I help you get the prefect badge."
"Hmph. Are y to trick me out of Galleons again?"
Malfoy realized his versation with Zabini had been overheard, and he immediately put on his proud demeanor, "Don't worry! The prefect will be me!"
Hoare shrugged nontly, "Don't regret it."
Malfoy looked at the shabby-clothed Henry William in front of him and snorted. Even though he hadn't learned spells, he had protective gear on him.
How could this Henry William, eared from nowhere, possibly beat Malfoy?
Impossible!
"The first-year prefect ele begins."
o the school, the first-year students could only perform a few spells, and their wands were more like decorations.
With six older brothers, Hoare had plenty of fighting experience.
Seeing the plight of others, he dared not get too close.
The older students watched indifferently from the side; they had gohrough the same process.
Malfoy's ly bed ptinum hair was now as messy as a bird's . On the field, he could only dodge and hide. As the sole heir of the Malfoy family, he had never seen such violence.
If it weren't necessary to win the prefect position, he wouldn't want to be on the field at all; it was far too undignified for a noble!
Malfoy fled in disarray, dug behind Hoare, almost getting elbowed by him.
"William! Help me!"
Malfoy lowered his voice, still proud.
Hoare realized it was Malfoy approag from behind and withdrew his strength. Hearing Malfoy's plea, he zily replied, "Now, huh..."
Malfoy's face stiffened.
"I'll give you 200 Galleons." That was his week's allowance.
"Is a prefect worth so little?" Hoare punched someone approag.
Malfoy had been spotted, and someoeo start with him.
"1000 Galleons!" Malfoy gritted his teeth, realizing several people had their eyes on him.
"Deal."
1000 Galleons! Hoare was delighted, not expeg Malfoy to be so wealthy.
He swiftly cleared the people around Malfoy and asked in a low voice, "ells do you know?"
"Lumos." It was a basic spell for illumination, one Malfoy had secretly learned.
"Good, when I finish, remember to cast it on me."
Hoare khe st partit out of the petition circle.
Now, only he and Malfoy remained in the arena.
Malfoy anig inside; Lumos wasn't an attack spell, just a daily one. How could he fight with it? Blind the oppo?
Seeing Hoare's determined expression.
Malfoy nervously raised his wand and aimed at Hoare, ting, "Lumos!"
"Malfoy wins!"
Zamiel Selwyn stepped forward to announce.
Malfoy was bewildered, with Hoare standing intact across from him. How did he win!?
Hoare shrugged.
Indeed, although it was said that ahod could be used as long as you won, it was actually about the use of magic.
Mainly, the first-year students were not yet aced to using their wands, and their spell repertoire was virtually ent.
If one of them could stand up and use their wand, they would basically win.
Didn't you see that the previous duels were all about spellcasting, with no one pulling out other ons?
Zamiel Selwyn pihe first-year prefect badge on Malfoy's pel and then gave a final summary.
"Remember the Slytherin code well.
Remember, everything is for Slytherin.
Alright, it's getting te, everyone should rest early."
Freshmen, wait in the on room at eight tomorrow m, an older student will guide you. I hope y your brains and remember every route."
After speaking, all the students dared to move auro their dormitories.
Hoare frowned.
It seemed that in Slytherin, although Head Snape was in charge on the surface, the real power was held by the prefects of each year.
The Slytherin dormitories were very spacious, with two people per room.
Except for the prefects who had their own rooms, the Slytherin dormitories were arguably the most luxurious in all of Hogwarts.
Malfoy waited at the door, handing Hoare a palm-sized pouch.
He had figured out why he won, so he was very willing to give the money.
Hoare reminded him that this was Hogwarts, where everything could be solved with a wand.
