Common Room Speech! The Razor Gang Draws Its Blades!

Having just come out of the Prefects' Common Room, Lyon suddenly discovered that a crowd had gathered outside its door.

Led by little Hermione, Neville, Marcus, Seamus, Dean, and many other first-year little snakes had all gathered here.

"Lyon, are you okay?!"

The moment little Hermione saw Lyon emerge, she rushed forward and began checking him over. Only after finding no injuries or signs of dishevelment did she finally relax.

Lyon rubbed little Hermione's head. Seeing everyone around him looking at him with concern, he asked in confusion.

"What's going on?"

Marcus explained from the side, "Godfather Lyon, everyone heard there was a fight in the Prefects' Common Room and was worried about you."

Lyon's brow furrowed even deeper. The matter inside had only ended moments ago. How had they learned about it so quickly?

"How did you know there was a fight in the Prefects' Common Room?"

"It's because of the Extendable Ears George sold us recently." Little Hermione tugged at Lyon's robes and took an ear-shaped rubber object from her pocket.

"We heard what was happening inside through it. Really, Lyon, don't do such dangerous things anymore, okay?"

Little Hermione looked worried. Lyon tapped her fluffy head, then looked at the others.

His heart actually felt warm.

He had been in this world for more than a decade.

He had never expected that a mere fight today would make so many people worry about him. It moved him deeply.

"Alright, let's go to the common room first. I still have something to do."

As Lyon spoke, he took little Hermione's hand. Ignoring her flushed face, he led everyone around them to the common room.

In the common room, Lyon discovered that there were far more people than before. There were also many older students. The commotion in the Prefects' Common Room must have spread, causing them all to gather here.

The other prefects were all in the Hospital Wing now. There was basically no one else here.

He had long had a plan in mind, and he intended to start carrying it out soon.

Now was the time to put it into action.

Lyon swept his gaze over the room, then rose into the air and flew directly onto the tall table in the middle of the common room.

That display naturally drew most people's attention. Most wizards in Wizarding Society did not even know of the Flying Charm.

Lyon's levitation naturally made everyone focus their eyes on him.

He casually tapped his throat, and Lyon's voice instantly began echoing throughout the entire common room.

"Everyone, I believe most of Slytherin's students are here, aren't they?"

Lyon looked around and found that aside from the seventh-years, nearly everyone else was present.

"First, let me introduce myself. I'm sure you've all heard my name before: Leon Shelby."

Lyon paused.

"If you don't know the Shelby Family, then you should know the name Razor Gang."

"The largest mafia in Birmingham, even in all of Britain—the Razor Gang. And I am its godfather."

As soon as Lyon finished speaking, a wave of discussion broke out below. Clearly, many of them had heard that name before.

"What I want to announce today is that the Razor Gang is recruiting new members."

The moment those words fell, the crowd below began to stir.

The Razor Gang was recruiting?

Could Lyon be planning to expand the Razor Gang into Wizarding Society?

But that seemed a little unrealistic to them.

The Razor Gang was only a Muggle mafia. Though its influence was enormous, there was still a boundary between it and wizards.

What capable wizard—or even someone who merely thought himself capable—would join a Muggle mafia?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Lyon waved his hand, and the entire common room immediately fell silent.

"The current wizarding world has already rotted away."

"And we, the Razor Gang, have come to save it all!"

"There are many older students among you, but it pains me greatly to see that, as members of Slytherin, you have nowhere to put your talents to use."

"There are so many Aurors, yet their wages are pitifully low. They are clearly powerful wizards, yet they can only remain beneath the Ministry of Magic."

"Tell me, is anything I said wrong?"

After Lyon spoke, the voices below grew even more chaotic. Gradually, many people began responding.

"That's right! He's right!"

"The Ministry of Magic really is like that! My father is an Auror, but his monthly pay is very low, and every day he does the most dangerous and exhausting work!"

An older student spoke from below, and several people around him voiced their agreement.

Seeing that it was working, Lyon continued.

"Those fools at the Ministry of Magic no longer care about ordinary people at all. There should be quite a few wizards among you who come from ordinary families."

"Do you know? Over the past few years, the Ministry of Magic would rather spend vast amounts of Galleons repairing a wizarding park than give your families even a little assistance!"

"The entire order of Wizarding Society has collapsed!"

"Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic! They don't treat ordinary wizards like people!"

"The Ministry of Magic has rotted away! Capable people can't rise to the top!"

Below, Lyon saw Marcus and Neville already shouting in agreement, beginning to stir up others whose deepest emotions Lyon had provoked.

"Godfather Lyon is right! The wizarding world has rotted away!"

"Ordinary people can't get ahead! The poor receive no aid!"

With every sentence Lyon spoke, he swept more and more people into joining him.

Everyone below was now completely focused on him.

That meant they had begun to empathize with him. They expected Lyon to help them!

But it still wasn't enough!

The atmosphere needed to become even more frenzied!

"There are also quite a few pure-blood wizarding families among you. Your fathers merely possessed a few Dark magic collectibles, yet the Ministry of Magic would directly confiscate everything. How many pure-blood wizards have lost their honor because of this?"

"How many of your family members have been thrown into Azkaban? Look! Those who truly do evil still roam free, while the innocent are locked away in Azkaban!"

"The Ministry of Magic is openly persecuting wizards! Persecuting pure-bloods!"

"Pure-blood families! Every one of them has histories stretching back centuries!"

"Pure-bloods deserve preferential treatment!!"

Lyon paused and found that even more people were speaking up.

"Godfather Lyon is right! My father did nothing at all, but the Ministry of Magic raided our home just a few days ago!"

A second-year boy below spoke indignantly, drawing sympathy from the other pure-blood wizards around him.

"My father was sent to Azkaban, and the reason was merely that he killed a few goblins!"

"The Ministry of Magic is unfair!"

"Pure-bloods deserve preferential treatment!"

There were many pure-bloods in Slytherin, and even more people below were being swept up in the momentum.

Lyon extended his black-gloved hand forward. His voice was loud and clear, ringing beside everyone's ears.

"I believe there are quite a few among you from poor families. Do you know how many Knuts a loaf of bread costs now? A full ten Knuts!"

"A full ten Knuts may be money your fathers need several hours to earn!"

"Do you know how much an ordinary wizard earns on average each month?"

Lyon paused, but the fervent shouts around him immediately drowned him out.

Wizards at this age were very easy to stir up. Once one person began shouting, more and more would join the frenzy.

"Godfather Lyon! Godfather Lyon! Godfather Lyon!"

"Razor Gang! Razor Gang! Razor Gang!"

"..."

Lyon grinned. "An ordinary wizard can earn less than a pitiful two Galleons a month!!"

"A month of labor, yet it can only be exchanged for a mere two Galleons!"

By this point, the entire common room had erupted!

"And our Razor Gang will overthrow the wizarding world and establish a new order!"

"Students of Slytherin, in the future, you will all become great wizards!"

"I will give you an opportunity—an opportunity to let your abilities shine!!"