The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Slytherin's dormitory was located in the cellar of the castle. Walking through a long, dark and damp corridor, the group stopped in front of an oil painting. The person in the painting was dressed as a medieval noble. He raised his eyes and squinted at the freshman behind the seventh-year Slytherin prefect, then spoke slowly, "Password."

"Glory," said the prefect.

"The password is correct." Then the oil painting slowly opened, revealing the door hidden behind it.

"You have to remember the password to enter the common room," the boy explained, "Slytherin's password changes every three days."

The lounge is a different world. The walls are covered with intricately patterned dark green wallpaper. A blazing fire is burning in the fireplace beside the wall, dispelling the chill in the cellar. There is a soft handmade carpet underfoot, and silver and green decorations are everywhere. Large gems are randomly inlaid on the armrests of the sofa. It looks luxurious yet not vulgar and aristocratic.

Snape, the head of Slytherin, came rolling in wrapped in a black robe. He stood in the middle of the lounge, looking down at the little snakes in front of him.

"I think you are tired of hearing words like honor, pride, and status," he said in a low and smooth voice. "I also believe that you will not do anything that is inconsistent with your status. As a Slytherin, I hope you will learn to use the rules flexibly. If you want to become a true Slytherin, you must keep the Slytherin code in mind. Of course, it is best to read the school rules several times."

The little snakes all laughed, and Snape also showed a slightly stiff smile on his face, but the smile quickly faded.

Charles' expression was a little complicated:...If I'm not mistaken, the dean is teaching them how to take advantage of loopholes, right?

As long as you don't get caught, you can do anything bad?

Saying this in the first speech for freshmen really doesn't fit Slytherin's sinister and cunning character at all.

"Remember my words," Snape glanced at the little snakes, then looked at the seventh-year prefect who was standing quietly on the side, "Now you can start your plans for tonight, and don't make too much noise."

After saying this, he left the lounge without looking back, letting go with great relief.

The current seventh-year prefect of Slytherin is a boy from the Foley family, a small noble family that has been dependent on the Malfoy family for generations. He is good at offensive magic, a little slick, but fairly fair. The reason why Snape dared to let go is because this Foley is not a fanatical supporter of the theory of bloodline, but attaches great importance to the collective honor of Slytherin. Even if he looks down on Muggles in his heart, he will not make things too ugly because of prejudice.

Next is Slytherin's traditional prefect challenge. In fact, this system originally existed in other colleges. After all, there are so many students in Hogwarts, and most of them are extremely destructive. It is impossible for just a few professors to manage them. Prefects need to take on most of the responsibilities of college management and have a lot of say among their classmates. In a sense, this system is designed to facilitate management by professors.

But after Dumbledore became the headmaster, in order to allow "lovely children to enjoy their happy childhood to the fullest", he abolished the system of nominating outstanding people from the same grade to become prefects. Instead, the dean of each college designated a student to be prefect. Of course, this position only appeared in the third grade.

But at least in Slytherin House, the little snakes who always admired the strong were more inclined to choose the right leader through duels. Snape was happy to let it go.

Of course, the class leader's recommendation needs to be approved by the principal. If the principal wants the dean to change the recommended candidate, the deans will not offend the principal over such a small matter.

In this way, Dumbledore can easily grasp the leader of the small animals and then guide the children's thinking ability. Children are the most malleable and their world is very simple. Many people will unconsciously learn in the direction of the "excellent templates" selected by the respected elders.

"The competition for the third-year prefect will begin next." Foley drew a circle on the ground with his wand. "Those who leave this circle will be eliminated. Third-year students who are interested in becoming prefects, please stand in front."

This year, there were less than twenty new male and female students enrolled in Slytherin. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they were surrounded by a group of seniors and were placed closest to the duel venue.

The much-watched Charles stood quietly outside the circle. His taciturn appearance made many people look down on him. Several senior students kept looking at his face, which was even more beautiful under the firelight, with ambiguous and disgusting eyes.

Even if this person is a Muggle noble, so what? Muggles can't control them here. When they enter the wizarding world, of course they have to follow their rules!

The third grade competition ended quickly. The winner was a girl with black hair. She was not tall and looked weak, but her moves were extremely ruthless and she broke her opponent's arm quite easily.

"Ciel, she's so amazing." Draco couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yeah, it's really amazing." Ciel also sighed softly. At the same time, he reminded himself in his heart that he should not underestimate anyone in Hogwarts.

The closeness between Ciel and Draco made some people give up their dirty thoughts - although they didn't know why the relationship between the two seemed so good, it was not worth offending a Malfoy because of a lowly punk. But there were still some people who were obsessed with Ciel, and they stubbornly believed that Ciel was just a toy for Master Malfoy to amuse himself. As long as they asked, Master Malfoy would not resist using a toy to exchange some benefits.

Besides, even if Master Malfoy refused, so what? There would always be a time when this Muggle would be left alone, and when that time came, wouldn't he have to obey?

The first two games of the competition went very quickly, but when it came to the fifth grade game, a small accident happened - a curse was sent flying straight towards Charles' face.

At the critical moment, Charles, who seemed to have been in a daze, turned his head slightly to avoid the attack. Then, before everyone could react, he raised his wand and cast a spell at the culprit. Then, the burly young man let out a heart-wrenching howl, and he covered his bleeding eyes with his hands. He fell to the ground and rolled over, with bloody wounds appearing on his exposed skin.

The blood soon stained the carpet red.

The air in the entire lounge froze instantly.