This time, the discussion time of the Slytherins on the stage was exceptionally long, because the appearance of Dumbledore and Dean Snape made them have to face up to and pay attention to the existence of Shire again.

But to be honest, a group of hairy boys and little girls can discuss something valuable.

Even if they are in the fifth, sixth and seventh grades, they are basically equivalent to adults, but the social complexity of the magical world is not weaker than that of the Muggle world.

They have never been beaten up by society, and they don't know anything.

What's more, the little wizards in grades one, two and three are still confused and confused about the current situation.

Charles looked back at Dumbledore, the old bee smiled kindly, and Charles rolled his eyes, too lazy to care about him, and turned around playing with his wand.

He has enough patience to wait for these little guys.

Although Shire may be about the same age as them, his age and life experience are too much for them to be called a little guy.

Unlike the smelly and hard adult pure-blood aristocrats, the former is a diehard among wizards, and persuasion is basically useless, otherwise Voldemort would have dominated the magic world a long time ago and can only use some tough methods.

But these little wizards, although influenced by their parents, have a clear concept of pure blood and pure blood, but they are still in the growth stage and can be changed.

Charles is willing to give them this opportunity.

"Then what shall we do!"

Finally, after the voice on stage gradually calmed down, Charles heard someone yelling.

He raised his head, and the questioner did not hide. Charles recognized this little guy, a sixth grader, the Selwyn family of the 28th holy race.

"We are gathered here, what are we doing?"

Charles narrowed his eyes, the latter was not afraid, and Charles smiled.

It sounded like a questioning, but it wasn't, it was a friendship signal from Selwyn, who had already begun to wave the flag for Charles.

Otherwise, he would not first ask them what to do, then point out that this gathering was initiated by Charles, and finally ask about the meaning of all this now.

The younger generations of pure-blood families are not all stupid like Malfoy, but also have smart people.

"good question!"

Charles laughed.

"what should we do."

"Revolt."

His answer sounded loudly.

The flat voice echoed clearly in the ears of every Slytherin wizard under the sound reinforcement spell, flat, but full of confidence to calm everything.

"Unless... someone likes that tune."

But then, Charles's voice changed, and the atmosphere relaxed again.

There was a small range of laughter and riots from the crowd of the little Slytherin wizards, because, as Charles said, they would spend too much time in the future, and there are really some guys who are more inclined to enjoy it.

And this scene has been shown just now.

It can be said that it was the scene of the death of the society.

Charles saw Mulles cast a few winks at the guys, but the latter were shrinking their necks, and they were thrown to the blind.

"And the first step to resist..."

Charles dragged his tone of voice, after returning everyone's attention.

"Just follow me."

The voice fell, but there was no such commotion as expected.

Because many smart Slytherins have already guessed about it.

Slytherin is the academy with the least lack of careerists. To follow and be followed, among other academies, may sound strange.

But in Slytherin, this is normal.

The second is Shire’s strength. So many senior students can’t take him together. This is actually amazing, because his hybrid identity is too conspicuous and does not conform to the mainstream of Slytherin, otherwise someone would automatically Come to vote.

Even so, the Slytherins who uphold the strong as the king had to confirm the existence of Shire, just not communicating with him much.

Finally, Dumbledore appeared.

Although he and Slytherin did not deal with each other, he was still an authority and the principal of Hogwarts.

He appeared here, and the Slytherin snakes could see clearly, which meant that Charles was not the only one, at least there was Dumbledore behind him.

Although there was no riot, there was no feedback.

Charles was not surprised.

In other words, the concept of pure blood is also deeply ingrained in their minds. It is not so easy to reverse, but it only needs to start.

All this will not be a problem after all.

"So otherwise."

Charles looked at the group of Slytherin snakes on the stage, taking all of their faces into it, slowly passing his gaze to meet each of them.

Some people think, some are afraid, some are at a loss, some are slightly unhappy, but it doesn't matter.

"Could it be that you still want to rely on your old master, Voldemort?"

"You see his end."

"Ashes are gone."

Charles said every word.

"It's a pity."

He shrugged.

"It seems that those crazy women don't like men with no noses. How can I say that Voldemort was a handsome boy when he was young. They missed a treasure boy."

This time, no one laughed, or perhaps they didn't understand Shire's witty words.

"Or Dumbledore?"

Charles raised his volume suddenly and asked.

His gaze flicked across the face of every little wizard, oppressed by his gaze, some of the little wizards looked away one after another.

"He is very strong."

Charles admitted.

"But he is old."

But when the conversation turned, Charles slowly eased the cruel fact with a slow tone.

"This is, a war!"

He raised his voice.

"We don't know how long it will last."

"We don't know how intense it will be."

"We don't know how long it will be."

"We need a leader."

"Strong, young, and... handsome."

Charles looked around and saw that some little wizards began to think and slowed down. He was fighting for a position and by the way warned them of the terrible future.

It's not here to smash their self-confidence, so there must be sticks, threats, and good things.

"We are Slytherin, pure blood, the strongest group in the wizarding world, and the strongest among the four academies."

Hearing these words, many Slytherin little guys subconsciously raised their chests, and instinctively had a good feeling and a sense of identification with Charles.

"It can be said that we represent the future of the magic world."

"so.."

"If anyone wants to challenge me, or feel that they are more suitable for this position than me, then please stand up."

"At this moment~lightnovelpub.net~At this moment, we use a Slytherin approach to solve the problem."

"The strong."

"It's king."

But there is no doubt that none of the little wizards of Slytherin came forward.. Everyone knew that Shire was powerful, even if he didn't like his little Death Eater reserves.

Seeing this scene, Snape's gaze moved slightly, but finally returned to a calm, like a dead sea, and Dumbledore did not respond from the beginning to the end, as if everything should be the case.

"All right."

"Then since there is no one, I think this position should belong to me."

"After all, even if you don't like me anymore, ignore me, when I don't exist, there is no denying that I am also a member of Slater."

"Glory is supreme."

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