The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

When Aesop sat up straight, the golden sparrow that had been hovering on top of the Slytherin common room landed back on his shoulder.

Aesop looked at the people in front of him and seemed to have returned to his school days.

He was very familiar with this common room, after all, he had been here for seven years.It was also during these seven years that he mastered the magic that he had dreamed of since his previous life. It was also here that he spent countless all-nighters and mastered magic that most wizards could not imagine.

The magic points provided by the Evil-Suppressing Cube can only be used to enhance magic. In other words, the Evil-Suppressing Magic Cube is only effective for the magic that Aesop has mastered.

"What is Slytherin?" he seemed to be asking, but this was not a classroom.

Everyone was silent, they didn't know why Aesop Green asked this question.

Seeing no one answered, Aesop was not in a hurry, but waved his hand and "summoned" a cup of coffee from the kitchen.

"Born noble?" Aesop fiddled with the coffee spoon, and his voice was the only voice in the common room.

"Whether you are willing to admit it or not, when your fathers and ancestors began to support Voldemort, Slytherin's blood theory should have gone bankrupt, because that idiot who only knew power was himself a hybrid product spawned by potions."

When Aesop commented on Voldemort in an extremely calm tone, several young wizards gasped, and a few extreme Slytherins clenched their fists.

Aesop suddenly swung the spoon, and the coffee liquid spread in the air, like a cocoon, sticking the Slytherin students who wanted to take out the wand to the wall, the floor, and even the ceiling.

"Besides, it seems that your noble bloodline cannot provide you with protection when facing my magic."

The Slytherin prefect who was stuck to the ceiling broke the jar and said: "Aesop Green, you are the disgrace of Slytherin. You Mudblood, you are not worthy of stepping into this place."

The vicious curses could not move Aesop. He had already heard many such voices when he first entered the academy.

"I really don't understand. Since you can tolerate a mixed-race being your master, why would it be difficult for you to surrender to me?" Aesop took a sip of coffee. "Besides, your predecessors have already done it once."

The senior Slytherin students looked at each other. Today, it was exactly like that day - when they first entered Hogwarts, they had witnessed with their own eyes that Aesop Green used his magic that ordinary people could not understand to force everyone to Slytherin's surrender.

"I will never surrender to you!" the young prefect of Slytherin roared. However, he was the only one who was so passionate, and the others did not even dare to respond.

Aesop finally showed a smile: "Don't be so full of words. Surrender will be a habit. There is no shame in surrendering to someone stronger than you."

Ignoring the clamoring Slytherin prefect, Aesop put the coffee cup back on the table in front of the sofa: "Let me get back to the topic - what is Slytherin?"

"Full of ambition?" Aesop seemed to be asking and answering himself, "But look, in today's class, the two students who cast the Angry Eyes Curse are both from Gryffindor. If you have lost your ambition for magic, So what exactly are Slytherin's ambitions?"

He stood up slowly, and the little wizards of Slytherin straightened their bodies: "So, strong and calm?"

"Slytherin's House Cup record has been ended, and the Quizball trophy has been taken away. How can you show your strength? From the pleasure of bullying the weak? As for calmness, here I only see a group of cowards who are afraid of power. Or an incompetent and angry reckless man.”

"Are you wise to protect yourself? You can't see the general trend of the world at all. You will only show your teeth and claws under the shadow of your ancestors."

"Elegance and self-control are out of the question. There are only hypocrites here who constantly regret."

Aesop's every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, and every word he said seemed to hit their heads.

"Everyone," Aesop sat down on the sofa again and put his hands on his knees, "What is noble should be the soul rather than the blood; ambition should be actions rather than reasons; strength and calmness need to be founded by strength; only by understanding the world can Only by being wise and careful and taking precautions can you be graceful and self-possessed. Those who follow their heart will never regret it.”

Suddenly a hysterical sound came from the ceiling, and the Slytherin prefect's eyes turned red: "Aesop Green, is what you think right? We don't need you, a traitor, to tell us what to do!"

Aesop picked up the coffee cup again: "Of course, we can also put it another way, if you are happy."

"Because I am stronger than all of you put together, so you can only listen to me."

"Aesop," Snape didn't know when he was already standing by the fire in the common room, "it's over."

"Have you passed?" Aesop looked at the dean who had obviously entered the realm of a sage, "I just don't want to arrest the juniors anymore. The criminals I have arrested the most in the past few years are all from Sri Lanka. From Lytlin.”

Snape waved his wand and released everyone who was restrained by Aesop's coffee liquid: "Past, at least until you become the headmaster of Slytherin or the principal of Hogwarts, here you will be." Those words were said in a common room."

"Mr. Dean, you should also feel that that one is about to make a comeback." Aesop's eyes swept over the faces of every little wizard in the common room, "I don't want the people standing here today to one day Will appear under his command, otherwise, I will not show mercy."

Snape frowned: "Slytherin is not his barracks."

"But his soldiers are all from Slytherin." Aesop drank the remaining coffee in one gulp.

The Slytherin students who were saved by Snape suddenly widened their eyes and grabbed their throats with their hands involuntarily.

The strong sense of suffocation made their eyes full of panic. They wanted to stop their hands, but when their hands didn't obey their orders, what could they do to stop them?

The disobedient hands are like pliers, as if they want to strangle their master to death.

The little wizards around these people avoided them, fearing that they would be "infected" with the same fate.

"The curse stops!" Snape waved his wand repeatedly, but it had no effect.

"Aesop, what do you want to do?" The dean of Slytherin was furious. He could not just watch his student being strangled to death by his own hands.

Aesop snapped his fingers, and the wizards who were pinching him collapsed on the ground.

They were panting heavily, and their expressions had long lost their original determination - there was great fear between life and death.

Aesop looked at the dean: "I have to let them know that they will die if they offend Voldemort, but they will die if they disobey me."

"Then, they may be more cautious when choosing which side to turn to."