"Certainly."
Professor McGonagall and Snape spoke at the same time.
Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick both nodded in agreement.
Although the other professors had heard some rumors about the Great Hall before, these rumors were varied and hard to distinguish between true and false, so they just regarded them as exaggerated rumors.
After all, a second-year wizard can subdue Basilisk without a wand.
That's absolutely absurd.
But now that the deans of all four colleges have nodded in agreement, it must be correct.
This practically set the meeting room on fire.
The professors who hadn't personally witnessed the battle in the Great Hall shook their heads in regret.
"What a pity, I missed it!"
"Prewett really only in second grade?"
The professors' hushed discussions buzzed and grew increasingly heated.
Dumbledore had no choice but to slam his fist on the table.
After the meeting room quieted down, Dumbledore remarked, "It seems Slytherin has a fine young wizard."
"I think Prewett deserves some recognition," Snape said, looking at Dumbledore. "For example, Special Contribution to the School Award."
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat.
He remembers it very clearly.
Tom also received this award, also for the Chamber of Secrets incident.
"This is just too much of a coincidence..."
Despite Dumbledore's repeated reminders that Silan and Tom were different.
But every time he sees similarities between the two, he can't help but feel conflicted.
Seeing Dumbledore's hesitation, Snape said, "I think it's perfectly reasonable."
"Whether it was in the Great Hall before or later when brewing the Mandrake Revival Potion, Prewett put in a lot of effort."
"This is the honor he deserves."
The other three heads of the house agreed with Snape's statement and nodded in agreement.
Once the four deans have made their decision, the other professors naturally have no objections.
Dispelling the inexplicable unease in his heart, Dumbledore nodded.
"You're right, Professor Snape."
"I will personally present him with the award at the end of the semester."
In addition to the faculty and staff meeting room, there is also an important meeting in the Slytherin Common Room today.
It was Malfoy who convened them.
Goyle and Crabbe brought a large amount of food and arrived at Malfoy's dormitory early, eating as they waited.
The two of them wolfed down their food, practically swallowing Malfoy's entire table.
The first thing they did after being freed from petrification was to feast, and they haven't stopped since.
It seems they want to make up for the meals they missed during the petrification period.
After quite a while, Malfoy, who was presiding over today's important meeting, finally walked in from outside.
Malfoy frowned when he saw Goyle and Crabbe engrossed in eating.
"Stop eating," Malfoy said, patting their heads impatiently. "Clean up the table."
Goyle and Crabbe devoured a couple more bites before clearing a little space on the table.
There was still some food in front of them.
Malfoy turned off the lights, and the dormitory instantly went dark.
Although it wasn't night yet, Slytherin Common Room was underground, and once the lights were turned off, it was no different from nighttime.
A sliver of light shone through the window, reflecting on the water on the ground, making the ripples writhe and twist like tiny snakes.
Malfoy lit a few short candles.
The dim candlelight flickered, casting their shadows on the wall, making them look plump.
The dim candlelight, like smoke, shone on Malfoy's face, making his features appear both bright and dark, obscuring his features.
This mysterious and solemn atmosphere pleased Malfoy greatly.
He learned this from his father.
Whenever important guests came to our house, my father would always take them to his study, light candles, and talk to them quietly.
I tried it today, and it definitely had a unique flavor.
It gives the impression that they are secretly plotting something big.
This stirred a sense of excitement and unease within Malfoy.
"Today is a great day," Malfoy announced to Goyle and Crabbe, trying to keep his voice calm. "A great day that will be recorded in history!"
"Future wizards will remember this day with reverence when they study history!"
Malfoy became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice so loud that the candlelight in front of him flickered.
"Our names will be firmly remembered by them, and our great achievements and glory will be passed down by word of mouth."
Goyle looked at the small Cake in front of him and couldn't help but swallow hard.
So what exactly are we supposed to do today?
"Shut your mouth, Goyle!"
"If I keep my mouth open, it won't be empty," Goyle thought, staring at the Cake in front of him.
Malfoy, whose enthusiasm was abruptly interrupted, glared at him with displeasure.
"Cough cough."
After a moment of silence, Malfoy coughed twice in a mock manner, lowering his voice and using the most solemn tone possible.
"We will establish our own organization today, just as the Dark Lord established the Death Eaters."
"This is a great thing."
"I will lead this organization, recruit more members, and grow it into a large and powerful entity."
Malfoy stood up from his chair, adopting a mysterious air, and turned his back to Goyle and Crabbe.
His figure was very melancholy, and his extremely long shadow made him appear very tall.
"Don't let Prewett's current arrogance fool you. Once our organization grows strong, he won't be so arrogant anymore." Malfoy turned slightly, giving Goyle and Crabbe a mysterious look. "In the end, we will rule all of Hogwarts."
"We will rely on our own strength to win unparalleled glory for ourselves and our family."
Malfoy was engrossed in describing his grand vision, his eyes gleaming and his face serious.
In a flash, he seemed to see himself ruling Hogwarts.
Weasley, when faced with his own situation, shied away.
When faced with his own shortcomings, Prewett felt ashamed of himself.
As for Potter, he only deserves to stay in the corner and watch himself with envy.
I regret not becoming your friend back then!
Goyle and Crabbe finally looked away from the food, exchanged a glance, and nodded excitedly.
This is indeed a brilliant idea.
As Slytherin, none of them don't crave glory.
"Although you two aren't quite qualified right now, our great organization needs manpower." Malfoy returned to his chair, looking at Goyle and Crabbe, and said slowly, "Therefore, I've made a special exception for you two to join."
"Thank you, Malfoy. I would go through fire and water for you!" Crabbe shouted, "Even if it meant giving my life!"
Goyle replied in a simple, honest voice, "Me too."
"Very good." Malfoy nodded in satisfaction.
At present, the plan to build a great organization appears to be progressing very smoothly.
"It's not that difficult," Malfoy thought smugly. "What the Dark Lord could do, I can do too."
"What's our organization called?" Goyle asked.
Malfoy smiled faintly and uttered two words.
"The Tower."
Today was a busy day for many people, including Silan.
He's busy seducing Fawkes.