Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"The duel is tonight, and the location...is in the Slytherin common room."

So the young wizards started discussing among themselves again, and only then did they realize a problem that they had previously overlooked.

Ryan is not just a student of Gryffindor, but the most special little wizard in Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore gave him the permission to enter the lounges of four colleges.

Now, he was going to actually use this authority for the first time... tonight, to go to the Slytherin common room and duel with all the Slytherin freshmen!

"Awesome!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said excitedly.

As two qualified little lions, it is natural that they dislike the little snakes.

But at this time...

"Oh, kids...what are you doing?"

With a sound of breaking wind, Madam Hooch descended from the sky on her broom.

She looked a little confused, and at this moment she was holding a broom in her right hand - if the thing that was broken into four pieces could still be called a broom.

All the young wizards were silent for a moment, and then Ryan was the first to speak: "Nothing, Madam Hooch... We are talking about a date, I think it will be fun."

"I don't think you're old enough to date."

Madam Hooch sternly reminded the students not to fall in love too early, and then she said: "Very good, then let's continue our flying lessons - but since there is one less broom, Mr. Elias may have to use mine..."

Soon, the flying course was on track.

But the little wizards obviously had no intention of fiddling with their brooms.

Especially the young wizards in the Snake Court, they kept looking at Ryan, who looked calm, as if they wanted to judge whether he was joking or just acting on impulse.

It wasn't until the flying lesson was over that Madam Hooch announced the dismissal and hurriedly left with the broken broom.

They then heard what Ryan said.

"Gentlemen, please don't forget your appointment tonight."

They turned around and saw Ryan looking at them with a smile.

"Bring your wands and your best spells at the ready."

"See you there."

Chapter 31 As a Slytherin, you must first be outstanding!

The Slytherin common room is located behind a wall of the castle dungeons, beneath the Black Lake.

Gryffindor students called it a 'dank, cold snake den', but Slytherin students were always proud of it.

"Of course a great Slytherin must live in a unique place."

The ceiling of the lounge is a translucent dome, through which you can see the deep water of the Black Lake and the creatures in the lake - the occasional fish and shrimp swimming by, the mermaids and grindylows visible in the distance, and even the giant squid from time to time.

The cold light reflected by the lake water cast ripples on the stone walls in the lounge, like silent tides, and just like the hearts of the little wizards in the lounge at this moment.

"I dare say he won't come—he's just talking big!"

At this time, although the night was gradually deepening, the first-year Slytherin wizards were still gathered in the lounge.

Many students in their second year and above did not sleep, but gathered near the stairs leading to the dormitory.

The person who spoke at this time was Millicent Bulstrode, one of the new Slytherin students.

"That's just a megalomaniac, relying on his luck... He wouldn't dare come here!"

The tall, stocky-looking little witch spoke thus: "A Mudblood—to face us? A descendant of a great pureblood family?"

As soon as she said this, Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting in the corner, frowned immediately: "Shut up, Millicent."

Her words were very rude, but Millicent actually shut up after hearing them.

After all, although the Bulstrode and Parkinson families are both among the twenty-eight pure-blooded holy families, the Parkinson family has become much stronger than the Bulstrode family in recent years.

"Parkinson...what happened to her?"

After seeing Pansy Parkinson's attitude, Goyle, who was sitting next to Malfoy, also asked Crabbe in a low voice.

"I don't know - she's always been so weird... She hardly comes to see Draco lately, it's different from before..."

Crabbe clearly didn't understand.

Soon they stopped discussing and turned to look at the backbone of this year's Slytherin freshmen - Draco Malfoy.

"Draco, do you think he'll come?"

Goyle asked Draco in a low voice, and the latter seemed to be in a daze at the moment, and was shocked after hearing this.

"Of course... I mean, of course he wouldn't dare come."

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to answer out of his inner pride: "Millicent is right. After all, he is just a piece of mud..."

"Pure blood!"

As Draco was saying this, a command suddenly opened the door to the common room.

As the bricks continued to move, Ryan walked out from the separated wall.

"I really didn't expect you to come up with this password—I have to say, with your style, this password is hardly going to keep it secret."

At this moment, the entire Slytherin common room was silent.

The young wizards, including the senior students of the Snake Academy, looked at Ryan in surprise - most of them obviously found it hard to believe that Ryan actually dared to come.

But at this moment, only Ryan himself was calm.

"Well, before the duel—I have some questions."

His steps were steady and his voice was casual, as if he were really attending a tea party.

Draco Malfoy stared at him intently, and the senior wizards of the Snake House also looked at the most special freshman among this year's freshmen.

"You believe that your blood is pure, so you are nobler than me... oh, or than other half-bloods or Muggle-born wizards, right?"

At this time, the young wizards of Slytherin had already stood up.

"You piece of mud..."

Millicent Bulstrode tried to reply, but she was interrupted by Ryan before she could finish her words.

"Yes, Mudblood, or lowly half-blood wizard—that's what you always call others."

He continued talking, as if he had never intended to listen to their answer from the beginning.

"You insulted Neville, insulted Hermione, insulted Ron, oh, and of course me..."

"You take pride in this and proudly say that this is the noble Slytherin."

He was just explaining what he felt he had to explain.

"This is wrong."

He said calmly, "That's totally wrong."

"Shut up!"

At this moment, Millicent Bulstrode was the first to wave her wand.

"Try this—Severing Charm!"

The bright pink light flew straight towards Ryan, making a slight sound of breaking wind.

This caused the expressions of a group of senior snakes who were watching not far away to change.

"The Cutting Spell, this is a second-year spell... Millicent actually knows this?"

"The Bulstrode family has always been very advanced in teaching people about spells. It's just right—let her teach that person a lesson..."

Before a third-year student from the Snake Academy could finish his words, he saw that Ryan had already avoided the spell.

He didn't even take out his wand, just turned slightly to the side.

Elegant and swift, like a warrior who has experienced duels.

The spell landed on the sofa in the lounge, leaving a large gap in it.

"good."

Ryan continued gracefully, "Although the timing of your magic power and wand invocation is very bad, and the speed of the spell is also very poor, but considering your age - it can be considered a qualified cutting spell."

He said this as if he were a professor commenting on his students.

This directly angered the other freshmen. They glared at Ryan and drew their wands.

In the face of their anger, Ryan just smiled and waved to them.

"Come."

He said.

Then, the Slytherin common room began to glow with magical light.

Of course, as first-year wizards... to be exact, they have only been in school for less than a week.

Of course, the little snakes knew very few spells - not all of them had mastered a truly lethal spell like Millicent.

So at this time, although the spells they cast were strange and varied, most of them were small evil spells and simple spells used for pranks.

Slug Curse, Bat Curse, Pimple Curse, Limp Leg Curse and Grinning Hula La - Ryan even saw someone use Lumos on him, and he didn't know if the other party had a sudden idea and planned to use this to blind Ryan's eyes.

But no matter what, Ryan was never hit by any spell.

His figure was like that of an elegant and flexible dancer, freely moving in the rain-like spell.

"Damn it, their aim is terrible. Even with so many people, they can't hit that Mudblood!"

Cassius Warrington, a third-year Slytherin wizard, was a little anxious.

"Stop it, Cassius."

But at this time, another wizard from the Snake Court whispered, "It's not that their aim is bad, it's that Elias... there's something wrong with his footwork."

He was Lucian Bore, a fourth-year Slytherin wizard.

"footwork?"