Malfoy: I'm Telling My Father!

After the banquet, everyone returned to their respective house towers.

Slytherin's tower was beneath the Black Lake. Lyon always felt that staying in a place like this for too long would give him rheumatism.

"Prefects may have private dormitories and are responsible for managing the students in their house year."

Professor Snape's expression was as cold as ever as his gaze swept over the more than one hundred first-years standing in the common room.

His eyes lingered on Lyon for a moment before quickly moving elsewhere.

After hearing Professor Snape explain the privileges of prefects, everyone around them was tempted.

The privileges of a prefect went far beyond what was visible on the surface.

It was said that after becoming a prefect, one would have more opportunities to interact with professors from every house. Getting teachers to provide a little extra instruction would be easy as well.

Moreover, someone had investigated it: those who had served as prefects in Slytherin generally went on to hold high positions after leaving school.

It was not merely training one's own abilities. More importantly, one could establish one's own circle at Hogwarts ahead of time. Those connections would become valuable contacts in the future, and none of them would fare poorly.

"Very well, we'll use a challenge system. Who wants to go first?"

As soon as Snape finished speaking, many people below raised their hands.

"Lyon, do you want to be prefect?"

Hermione watched the situation onstage with shining eyes, then looked at Lyon. "I think you'd definitely win if you went up there."

Lyon narrowed his eyes at that. He had indeed been interested in the position.

If he became prefect, he would essentially be the leader of this year for the time being and could begin building his own circle.

Wouldn't Slytherin belong to Shelby then?

"I'll do it."

Lyon was the first to speak. He passed through the crowd and stood directly in the middle of the open space, while Snape's eyes flickered slightly beside him.

The crowd below broke into murmurs, and Lyon picked out some unusual voices among them.

"That's the boss of Britain's largest mafia gang, the Razor Gang. He used wandless, silent magic on the train!"

A girl stared at Lyon onstage with stars in her eyes, while a boy beside her looked displeased.

"Isn't it just wandless, silent magic? We'll learn it eventually. He only encountered it before we did."

The boy spoke as though he had seen through everything, continuing to address the girl beside him.

"Do you know what? Going up now is the stupidest thing possible. He doesn't even have that much sense. I think he's just a baboon who knows how to wave a wand."

The girl beside him became angry. "What makes you say he's stupid?"

"What makes me? If he goes up first, then even if he's strong, he'll have to face far more consecutive challengers. He wants to become prefect, but he doesn't even have that much sense? Hmph."

Meanwhile, at the back of the crowd, Malfoy cast a jealous glance at Lyon before looking at his two companions.

"Goyle, Crabbe, once everyone else has finished challenging Lyon, you two go up and wear him down. Then I'll go up and take the prefect position directly."

As Malfoy spoke, he pulled out a bag of pumpkin pasties from his pocket. The two nodded without taking their eyes off it.

Malfoy nodded in satisfaction. He had to win the prefect position and prove himself to his father.

This summer, because of Lyon, his father had nagged in his ear constantly: "Look at Lyon, then look at you," "If you had even half of Lyon's intelligence, I wouldn't be wondering every day whether you're really my son," and so on.

He simply could not understand it. Lyon might have made a name for himself in the Muggle world, but in the end, he was only a Mudblood.

This time, he would become prefect and prove himself!

Only then did he turn back and look toward the distant open space.

Dressed in black wizarding formalwear, Lyon stood elegantly in the center of the open space and smiled, captivating many of the young witches below. "Who wants to fight me?"

Wherever his gaze passed, almost no one dared meet his eyes.

On one hand, Lyon's presence was simply too overwhelming. Anyone standing before him would inevitably feel inferior.

On the other hand, Lyon's earlier performance—casting without a wand on the train—made them wary.

Finally, a boy in the crowd gritted his teeth and raised his hand!

Snape was just about to speak when he suddenly felt a gust of wind pass by him.

Hm?

Wait, where had wind come from in the common room?

He turned around.

Lyon held the Elderwood Wand, and a powerful blue light had already shot from its tip!

In an instant, it reached the boy who had just raised his hand.

The boy did not even make a sound before he was struck by the spell!

In an instant, it was as though a powerful force had been added to his body, sending him flying through the crowd until he skidded across the floor for more than ten meters.

His eyes widened as he stared at Lyon in disbelief, then his head tilted to one side and he lost consciousness.

That had been the Stunning Spell, right?

Silent casting again?

"Who else wants to duel me?"

Lyon put away his wand as though he had done nothing at all. The elegant smile on his face sent chills through everyone present.

Snape's eyelid twitched. "Mr. Shelby, I believe you should observe the etiquette of wizard duels."

"Someone, take that boy to the infirmary first."

As though he had not known, Lyon gave Snape an apologetic smile. "My apologies, Professor. I truly didn't know that."

Snape's mouth twitched, but Lyon felt as though he had seen a trace of... approval in Snape's eyes?

It vanished in an instant. Lyon did not know whether it had merely been his imagination.

"Professor Snape, this isn't fair!"

Malfoy's voice rang out. He had thought Snape would punish Lyon.

Yet he had only said one simple sentence, and that was it?

"Mr. Malfoy, as a member of Slytherin, what we value is the result." Snape frowned slightly and calmly glanced at Malfoy.

Malfoy was stunned.

Before coming to school, he had heard about Professor Snape's character. He could not possibly be this biased!

It was blatant favoritism!

"How can this be? Professor, if my father finds out about this, he definitely won't allow it!"

Malfoy led Goyle and Crabbe forward to the edge of the open space. Pointing at Lyon, he indignantly addressed Snape as though he were a hero defending justice.

Snape frowned. The first thing Malfoy mentioned was his father. Lucius Malfoy was a school governor, and Snape did not want to invite too much trouble.

On the first day of school, he did not want any incidents. Otherwise, old Dumbledore would definitely nag in his ear...

Just as he thought this and was about to speak, Lyon spoke first.

"Professor Snape, there is no need for you to intervene in this matter."

Lyon expressionlessly gave Snape a slight nod, then shifted his gaze to Malfoy. His eyes gradually turned cold.

"Mr. Malfoy, please put your finger away. Don't you know that is an extremely rude thing to do?"

His voice was cool and commanding, making Malfoy feel a little intimidated. He unconsciously took a step back.

Then, noticing that everyone around him was watching, Malfoy felt that step had damaged his pride and stiffly stepped forward again.

"Shelby, you completely disregarded wizarding duel etiquette, and Professor Snape has also failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a professor!"

"I'm going to tell my father about this!"

Lyon smiled. As though remembering something, he took an exquisite badge from his pocket.

The hall fell silent, and Malfoy felt a sense of foreboding!

It was a golden badge bearing a familiar emblem.

Could that be...

It was the Malfoy Family's Trade Gold Card!

"Mr. Malfoy, your father asked me to discipline you at school. This family crest was given to me by your father."

Malfoy felt as though his own father had set him up.

Why had his father given the Trade Gold Card to him? After all, there were only a handful of people in the wizarding world who possessed a Malfoy Family Trade Gold Card!

Nearby, Snape narrowed his eyes at the Trade Gold Card, then looked at Lyon. A trace of satisfaction flashed through his eyes.

With this move, Lyon had directly helped him resolve the trouble from Malfoy's father.

He did not know what ability Lyon possessed to make a profit-driven man like Lucius give him a Trade Gold Card, but that no longer mattered.

It only showed that Lyon's potential had won Lucius's approval.

At such a young age, he was remarkable.