Weston nodded to the students who greeted him, and walked into the Slytherin lounge with the students.
This is his first time here.
Slytherin's lounge is in the basement of Hogwarts, not far from the Potions classroom. It is rumored that this place was originally a dungeon, just like the Potions classroom, and was later remodeled by Salazar Slytherin.
It became a lounge.
Weston didn't quite understand this kind of taste, but the decoration of this lounge was quite good.
Whether it's the walls, doors, or lockers, there are silver snake-like patterns. On the main wall of the hall, there is a huge Slytherin emblem, with the snakes on it still swimming around.
He was sitting there, spitting out letters from time to time.
When he reached the middle of the hall, Weston turned around and faced the students. The students looked at him quietly with respect in their eyes, even the first-year students.
"From today on, I will temporarily serve as the acting head of Slytherin. You already know this!" Weston pondered for a while and said this.
The little snakes all nodded and listened quietly.
"My principle is very simple," Weston continued, "Be low-key in life and high-key in work. We never cause trouble, but we are not afraid of provocation!"
"If someone bullies you, teach me a lesson. If you lose, don't come to me. Slytherin will not sympathize with the weak. If you win, if someone wants to use force to overwhelm others, don't worry, I promise
He will be ten times worse than you!"
As soon as Weston finished speaking, the eyes of the little snakes lit up, and there was a bit of excitement in their expressions.
"Remember, don't let me hear it at any time. It was you who made the first move. I think you should understand what I mean!" Weston glanced at the audience. "Slytherin's purpose is to protect one's own health wisely, not
Work hard regardless of your own safety, I hope you will keep this in mind!"
The little snakes all nodded, and the light in their eyes became even brighter.
"If there are seniors from other colleges who bully you, remember, our entire college will support you! If there are professors who bully you, remember, I will support you! The premise is that you are not deliberately looking for trouble or provocation!"
"Understood!" the little snakes roared in unison.
"Very good!" Weston nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Originally, Slytherin has a tradition that first-year students have to choose a hidden prefect, right?"
"Yes, Dean!" Mafa stood up, "Every freshmen is like this."
"I know!" Weston thought for a while, "This freshman class doesn't need it!"
"Why, Headmaster?" Another senior Slytherin student stood up.
"Why?" Weston sneered, "Did any of you already master a lot of magic when you first entered school? Huh?"
The little snakes stopped talking.
"It's just some kids fighting, and you can watch it with gusto. Is that all that's worth?" Weston said coldly, "Remember, although Slytherin puts interests first, in comparison, we are the most important.
A united college! Are you going to watch the freshmen’s jokes?”
"Use your brains, why is there such a tradition in the first grade! You are wizards, not trolls!" Weston lectured in a tone that hates iron but cannot be transformed into steel. "If you are not a pure-blood genius,
, are you really able to cast spells in the first grade? Sorry, I very much doubt this!"
The little snakes all looked thoughtful. They were not really brainless. There were no idiots in Slytherin. Whether it was the education of the family or the blood passed down, compared to teaching in other colleges, Slytherin
Leitlin is really not a bit stronger, this is the result of his background.
"Do you understand?" Weston asked as he watched the students gradually raise their heads.
"For profit?" Mafa asked again.
"Yes, it's profit!" Weston said bluntly, "The Hidden Prefect is actually prepared for pure-blood families, in order to rule the Muggle-born bloodline, so as to ensure the pure-blooded family.
Benefit."
"Isn't that bad?" Astoria asked, "Those are just mudbloods!"
"Miss Greengrass, I think I need to remind you that sometimes you can't say nonsense!" Weston's face suddenly darkened, and his voice was full of coldness, "Don't ever let me listen.
That word comes out of your mouth!"
"You are wizards, you are looking for who is more powerful, not who is more arrogant!" Weston sneered, "Mudbloods? How much nobler do you think you are than Mudbloods?"
"Don't forget, when wizards started, they were all Muggles. These are things in "History of Magic". I don't think I need to help you remember it! Strictly speaking, you are all Mudbloods! Is your blood really true?
What will it bring you?"
The little snakes looked at Weston silently, no one dared to speak, and Astoria's face also turned a little pale.
After looking around and seeing that the little snakes were a little scared, Weston's tone softened a little: "Slytherins, remember this! No matter what glory you get, you have to work hard on your own.
, even if the ancestors really had a glorious past, they are just the ancestors."
"Don't you want to catch up with your ancestors or even surpass them?" Weston said calmly, "Don't tell me you can't do it! They are all wizards, why can they do it but you can't? Don't forget, they were at that time
There wasn’t as much knowledge as there is now!”
Yes, why can't we? The little snakes' eyes lit up again, as if they were burning with blazing flames.
"I hope that when future generations talk about you now, they will say that Slytherin has become an honor because of your existence, instead of like now, you are only proud because you joined Slytherin!"
"Do you understand?" Weston suddenly asked loudly.
"Understood!" the little snakes shouted loudly.
"Very good! This is what Slytherin should be like!" Weston nodded with satisfaction, "Of course, you are not allowed to choose a hidden prefect, but it does not mean that you will do nothing!"
As he said that, Weston suddenly raised his hand, and a violent wave of magic power came from his body, bringing up layers of wind, which messed up the hair of the little snakes.
"Get out of the way!" Weston shouted, and the little snakes hurriedly pushed away.
Green flames suddenly ignited in Weston's hands, and he smashed them hard against the ground. While the flames burned violently on the ground, they continued to swim around, and finally turned into a huge magic circle.
"Is this the Weston Circle?" Draco was the first to recognize the magic circle.
"Yes, it's the Weston Circle!" Weston nodded and glanced at him appreciatively, "Starting from tomorrow, all Slytherin students must meditate once before going to bed! I understand.
What?"
"Got it!" the students replied.
"Marfa!" Weston called.
"Yes, Dean!" Mafa came back to her senses and responded in a panic.
"You lead the Slytherin prefects to teach the first graders how to use this magic circle. Can you do it?"
"No problem, leave it to me!" Mafa nodded fiercely.
"Very good!" Weston nodded, "My office and lounge are both in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor. If you have any questions, you can come to me. I am also willing to do my best to help you, provided that you
Helping each other without solving the problem."
"In addition, I need a new work and rest schedule, you should understand what I mean?"
"Is it like last year's finals?" asked a senior girl.
"That's it!" Weston nodded, "If the first grade can't do it, let other grades teach it. What I want is that you all have the same time, not each of you working on it."