Snape Angers People

However, Fawkes underestimated his opponent, and Usachi secretly stacked up Dragon Dance for more than ten minutes, eventually turning the tide and winning against Phoenix.

"Chirp~" Fawkes let out a weak chirp, not from exhaustion, but from embarrassment.

It actually lost to a baby who's only two and a half months old? It's so embarrassing!

Tom seized the opportunity to put on a stern face and lecture, "You two are like friends who became acquainted through a fight. You can joke around in the future, but don't actually fight, understand?"

Usachi, being the most obedient, immediately called out to indicate that he understood; Fawkes reluctantly rubbed against Tom's hand, as if to say he had already agreed.

The boy nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to stroke one of them at a time, his tone incredibly gentle. "That's more like it. It's pointless to fight over things. You're all my wings."

Albus Dumbledore's lips twitched, silently thinking to himself: Wait, isn't Fawkes my bird?

Seeing that Fawkes hadn't even remembered him, Albus Dumbledore didn't bother going up and making a fool of himself. He simply waved to the young wizards.

"Children, the exciting battle is over. It's time to head back to the Great Hall; the opening banquet isn't over yet."

The students, still buzzing with excitement, headed back to the castle, chattering about the dragon and phoenix battle they had just witnessed.

"Let's go in too, quickly, so as not to delay the children's meal," Albus Dumbledore said to Snape and the others.

Back in the Great Hall, Albus Dumbledore looked at the table full of barely touched food and felt helpless.

These kids forgot to eat because they were so focused on watching the fight.

He could only give everyone a little more time to continue eating.

However, at this moment, most people's eyes were glued to the Slytherin table, or more precisely, to Tom's neck.

Usachi was hanging around his neck like a little scarf, occasionally nuzzling his chin.

The onlookers were so envious their eyes turned red, as if they had drunk a large glass of sour lemon juice.

Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought to himself: This pet is such a perfect match for him!

If he could get his hands on one, he'd be on the front page of the Daily Prophet every day, and his popularity would double!

Just as the dinner was about to end, the leftover food on the plates mysteriously disappeared.

Albus Dumbledore stood up and began his annual sermon, announcing several new prohibitions.

Without a doubt, it was probably Filch who begged and pleaded for it.

The young wizards were getting drowsy, and the opening ceremony finally ended with a poorly written school song.

The Slytherin students didn't dare to get up until Tom stood up.

They lined up in neat rows, quietly following behind him towards the lounge, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The professors all turned to look, their expressions varying.

Professor McGonagall watched this scene with envy. These Slytherin were being trained so well!

In contrast, her Gryffindor all wildly independent and self-centered; even the most reliable Percy Weasley can't control them all.

Especially his two troublemaking younger brothers.

Why is it that Slytherin has someone like Riddle who can command respect, but Gryffindor doesn't?

"Severus, let's exchange experiences sometime." Professor McGonagall's attitude towards Snape suddenly became warmer.

"Tell me how you usually teach Riddle. How exactly do you keep all the older students so well-behaved?"

Snape was stunned, his face full of question marks:??? Did he teach him?

This kid is clearly self-taught, a born bad seed; he took down all the Prefect within a month of the start of the semester.

They almost stole his position as dean, what does that have to do with him?

"Don't be so stingy, Severus," Professor McGonagall gave him a disapproving look.

"If Gryffindor obedient, wouldn't it save you a lot of trouble when grading assignments and dealing with problems?"

"Oh, right, right..." Snape replied expressionlessly, but inwardly he was rolling his eyes.

"However, I don't think Riddle's approach is suitable for Gryffindor. You'll need to find a student who is just as good as him first."

Professor McGonagall fell silent instantly, Flitwick and Sprout, who had been listening quietly beside her, also fell silent.

My heart ached. If they had students like this, would they even need to seek Snape's wisdom from him?

Previously, the professors only thought of Riddle as an excellent but ordinary student, but today's defensive spell that covered a thousand people has truly awakened them.

It turns out this kid had been hiding his true abilities all along, or rather, he simply hadn't had the chance to show his real strength.

The ability to unleash Protego Totalum covering thousands of people is something that probably no one in the entire Hogwarts, except for the headmasters and Albus Dumbledore, can achieve.

Seeing the three men's pained expressions, Snape couldn't help but secretly curl up his lips—it felt so good!

Finally, one day, he no longer had to be annoyed by Tom; instead, he could use Tom to annoy others!

I have to have a couple of drinks to celebrate when I get home tonight!

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Common Room.

The freshmen, exhausted from a long day, thought they could finally rest after being assigned dorm rooms, but as soon as they put down their luggage, they were forcibly kept there by the seventh-grade Prefect.

"What I just talked about were the school rules; now I'll talk about the Slytherin rules."

The Prefect cleared his throat, his tone serious, "Remember, the academy's rules always supersede the school's rules."

"So before you do anything at school, think about whether it will bring shame to the college."

"Won't this implicate your seniors? Won't it bring shame to Slytherin?"

"If anyone doesn't believe me, feel free to try and see the consequences of breaking the rules."

Tom sat in his assigned seat, slowly stroking Usachi's smooth neck, while the new students stood in two rows in front of him.

They were all trembling, as if they had seen the principal.

He originally wanted Astoria to go back and rest first, but the little witch stood obediently in the group with a determined look in her eyes, so he didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, Tom's hand froze; something just didn't seem right.

His behavior is starting to resemble Voldemort holding a meeting with the Death Eater.

No, no, when Voldemort holds meetings, even Death Eater can get seats, but here, they're all standing minions. That's too beneath him.

He quickly dismissed the wicked thought, cleared his throat, and began to explain Slytherin's Shadow Prefect system to the newcomers.

There are also the rights that Shadow Prefect can enjoy. The rights themselves are not many, but the most important thing is their status.

Hearing this, many first-year students' eyes lit up, feeling that this spot was tailor-made for them.

Then, Tom dropped another Fawley, which was called a "Fawley" to put it nicely, but was really just a "salary".

"Starting this semester, each Shadow Prefect will receive three anonymous assignments per month, regardless of subject."

"Of course, these Fawley can be traded and transferred; how you use them is entirely up to you."