HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Avery's eyes widened in shock.

He couldn't believe that in Slytherin, a place with strict class structure, someone would dare to challenge the authority of the prefect.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Tom.

Avery froze in his tracks, but Crabbe and Goyle knew what to do.

Goyle rushed towards Tom, shouting, "Let go of Draco, you damned mudblood!"

Crabbe followed. Both of them were freshmen, but they were fat and strong, and even stronger than the senior students.

Nott and Zabini looked at each other without saying anything. They both rushed over to help Tom stop Crabbe and Goyle.

My roommates were completely convinced.

Riddle was simply lawless. He ignored the prefects and attacked Malfoy in public.

This is the so-called convert fanaticism. Once they choose to surrender, they will extremely want to prove that their choice is correct. Tom's performance completely fits the two people's fantasy of a strong man.

If he chose to swallow his anger, Shabini and Nott would definitely be disappointed, and might even have inappropriate thoughts again.

However, Tom doesn't need both of them to deal with two thugs who are still relying on brute force.

"Fainted!"

Two beams of light flew out from the tip of the staff at no particular order, hitting the defenseless Crabbe and Goyle.

The two of them fell asleep immediately, making people sigh that it is good to be young.

"That's enough!"

Avery had already drawn his wand and pointed it at Tom. "This is my last warning, Riddle. Put him down, or I'll attack you!"

"You want to duel with me?" Tom lowered his wand and the smile on his face disappeared.

Avery took a deep breath. "If you want to be taught a lesson, I don't mind moving a little."

Of course he wanted to teach Tom a lesson, but the reason had to be valid, so he repeatedly showed restraint.

"There are many people who can teach me a lesson, but you are definitely not one of them."

Tom raised his wand, which was standard dueling etiquette. "But a simple fight is a bit boring. How about we add some spice?"

Avery frowned. "What's the prize?"

"I don't think you prefects are that big of a deal."

Tom shrugged and said something that embarrassed Avery and the two prefects who were still present: "To be honest, if I were in the fifth grade now, I would definitely be a prefect."

"But I can't wait any longer."

The young man smiled a bright smile that made many witches lose their minds.

"As long as I win, there will be an invisible prefect position for the first grade in the future, and you prefects will not be able to interfere in the affairs of our first grade."

"no!"

It wasn't just Avery and the two prefects present who were speaking. Opposing voices were also heard from the stairs. These were the other three prefects who had rushed over after hearing the noise outside, as well as the little wizards who had come to watch the fun.

The newcomer who didn't understand what was going on here quickly found his friends to ask what happened, and then their faces became very interesting.

Tom smiled contemptuously. "Refuse? That's not up to you."

He conjured up six gloves and threw them in front of all the prefects.

This is a sign that a duel has been initiated, and in older times, it even represented a battle of life and death.

"Slytherin, the strong are respected. As for the bloodline you value? Compare your bloodline with mine. Who among you can be sorted into Slytherin immediately without even putting on that crappy hat?"

"Ah? Answer me!"

Tom's shout startled everyone. They wanted to refute, but suddenly realized...it made so much sense.

Hat embarrassment (referring to the Sorting Hat thinking for more than twenty minutes, the most famous one is Professor McGonagall) is rare, only two or three in a century, but people like Tom who are sorted before their heads even touch the hat are more precious.

Could it be that Riddle is really a child abandoned by a pure-blood family?

Many people have such speculation in their minds.

The seventh grade prefect, Sieswell Burke, walked up to Avery and said, "The prefect is someone arranged by the school. Even if we agree, the school won't agree."

"Don't make these high-sounding excuses."

Tom waved his hands impatiently, "If you really followed the school rules, you wouldn't be cursing Dumbledore behind his back every day."

"Besides, I am not depriving you of your status as prefect. Invisibility, do you know what invisibility means?"

"Nominally, you are still the prefects. You are responsible for completing all the tasks assigned by the school. I will not ask for the benefits of being a prefect. All I want is the jurisdiction of the first grade."

"For other grades, the strongest ones must naturally serve as invisible prefects. This is the rule that real Slytherins need."

"If you don't even dare to agree to this condition, then what qualifications do you have to be the prefect and manage us, just because you can please the teacher?"

These words were truly heart-piercing, and many students looked at them with flickering eyes.

Just like Tom said, Slytherin never shies away from their ambitions, and realizing ambitions requires not only means but also strength.

In fact, means are also part of strength. Therefore, Slytherin respects the strong. It is generally assumed that the prefect is the strongest in the grade, and the deans of all generations are selected according to this standard.

But if you can't even accept a challenge from a first-year student, how can you be considered the strongest?

Some people have already begun to stir.

Bock and Avery looked at each other and realized that they had been set up. They had to accept the challenge whether they wanted to or not.

"I leave it to you."

Bock patted Avery on the shoulder and stepped back.

"Riddle, we agree to your terms. As long as you can defeat all our prefects, you will be the invisible prefect."

There was a playful smile on Bock's lips. He had also heard some stories about Tom, but he was just a good student.

But no matter how good he is, he is just a freshman and has no idea how obvious the changes in the strength of wizards are from year to year.

It's not just that you have to master more and more spells, the gap in magic power cannot be made up by reading a few more books.

Especially after the fourth grade, the wizard's body entered a period of rapid development, and the gap was even more terrifying.

When the sixth graders played against the first graders, he had no idea how he could lose.

"No, no, no."

Tom shook his head again, confusing everyone.

"Do you want to go back on your word?" Avery asked impatiently.

"Of course not."

Tom smiled coldly: "I have defeated you senior prefects, proving that I am the strongest student in the academy."

"Then why should I be an invisible first-year prefect? That's too petty. If I want to be one, I'll be the invisible head of Slytherin!"