Chapter 536: Les: Shout his name with me, Voldemort

Chapter 536 Les: Shout his name with me - Voldemort

Les's question is very interesting.

The classification of pure-bloods in modern magic society is actually very childish - they are divided according to a book called "Pure-blood List" published anonymously in the UK in the 1930s.

The families included in this book are pure-blood families, even if many families in the list point out that there are Muggles among their ancestors.

When Les first learned this knowledge, he just felt it was ridiculous.

What is pure blood? There have been no Muggles in the family?

That's it, there is no pure-blood family in the magic world. Even the eternally pure Black, Greengrass from the Green Shade, or Gaunt who conducted crazy internal marriages for the purity of blood, the original founders of their families also had blood from Muggles flowing in their veins.

The root of magic comes from the gift of the starry sky. The ancestors of ancient Egypt bravely became the first humans to explore the road of magic. Gods were born from humans, and the descendants of gods returned to humans, sowing the seeds of magic among humans.

No one can tell the origin of wizards. The first wizard may be a descendant of a certain god, or an extraordinary person born from the masses. In other words, there is no such thing as the "first wizard".

Descendants of God, servants of God, lucky people who came into contact with meteorites in the sky and survived, mutants among humans...

These may all be the origins of wizards.

Trying to distinguish wizards from Muggles by blood is as ridiculous as distinguishing between black zebras with white stripes and white zebras with black stripes.

When Rice raised this question, the entire Slytherin lounge was as quiet as a morgue.

No one could stand up to refute Rice's point of view. Family members know their own affairs. Who doesn't have a few Muggle distant relatives?

"The so-called bloodline is just a tool to prove one's reliability." Rice revealed the cruel reality.

Salazar Slytherin favored "reliability" instead of pure blood.

"Yes, reliable!" Les's voice echoed in the quiet common room. "Reliable people are most appreciated and loved by Slytherin. Slytherin students should also be role models for students from the other three colleges, so that they know what a wizard apprentice should be like."

Many people's minds became active: It sounds good, and our Slytherin students are the most trustworthy!

Just saying this simply gives people an extremely encouraging feeling.

"But are you reliable? Or to put it more directly, can you be a role model for other colleges?" Les's voice ruthlessly broke the fantasy in the hearts of the little wizards.

Although they didn't admit it, they knew the answer to this question deep in their hearts.

How could "role model" be excluded?

"I am reliable, and I can also be a role model for other colleges." At this moment, a voice rang out.

The person who made the voice was Daphne, who was standing next to Les.

Les glanced at her sideways, then nodded slightly.

"That's right, you are indeed very reliable and can be a role model for young students."

At this time, even though Rice had some objections in his heart, he did not tear down Daphne's platform, but gently pointed to Brian Bulstrode, using an example to prove that what Daphne said was true, and there were indeed young students who took her as a role model.

But Rice still added in his heart: You may be more suitable to be a role model for Gryffindor students.

Seeing that her sister was so brave to speak and got Rice's approval, Astoria also raised her head and increased her presence.

Rice noticed her, so he smiled at her and said that Astoria, you are also great.

"It's not your fault that you are like this now." After giving the Slytherins in the lounge a blow and pouring a basin of cold water, Rice changed the subject and said something quite heartwarming, "Because there is something wrong with the environment you grew up in. Just like polluted land cannot grow pure crops, a true Slytherin cannot grow in a rotten environment."

Rice still disliked the current Slytherin College in his words, but the little wizards who had just been scolded by him felt warm in their hearts at this moment.

This is the necessity of giving a sweet date after a slap in the face, and it must be a slap first and then a sweet date.

But just when everyone was relieved, Rice suddenly said a taboo name.

"It's all Voldemort's fault!"

Everyone who heard this name, except Daphne and Astoria, shuddered.

Hearing this name out of the blue, even the students of Slytherin College couldn't accept it.

Rice narrowed his eyes.

"I smell the stench of fear. What? A name scares you to the point of peeing your pants?!" Rice continued to "force" the students of the Snake Academy with his eyes.

Still no one dared to look him in the eye.

The characteristic of "obeying the strong" seemed to be branded in their bones, just like their ancestors.

Maybe Slytherin Academy a hundred years ago was not like this, but more like an "aristocratic college", but a man named Tom suddenly appeared and planted the seeds of fear and obedience here, and passed them down through their blood.

Grandfather passed it to father, mother to daughter, and finally presented this cowardly appearance in front of the founder of Slytherin College without any cover-up.

Rice even hoped that someone would stand up and fight with him.

Although he would not be soft-hearted to the provocateur because of his appreciation, he would be happier.

"A half-blood wizard, a freak born under the love potion, makes you so scared? Don't you advocate pure bloodism? Why are you scared now?"

No one spoke at the scene. Daphne wanted to say something, but was stopped by Astoria.

However, although the scene was silent, many people noticed the two keywords "half-blood" and "love potion". Now they felt like they had eaten a big melon, and secretly made up their minds to write a letter home to ask about the situation back then.

If the legendary Dark Lord is a half-blood, then this news is too exciting.

Rice couldn't help knocking on the table next to him, "Besides, Voldemort is dead! Dumbledore killed him himself, and now his body is rotten! Why don't you dare even say his name?"

"I don't expect you to have the courage to fight Voldemort, but you can always call him by his name, right?!"

As for the fact that Voldemort suspected that there were still some Horcruxes left, Rice didn't tell the children present. It was mainly because he was afraid that these people would get the few remaining precious materials first.

The Horcruxes that ordinary people avoid are first-class rare materials in Rice's eyes, with endless uses.

"Please don't blame us." A low voice sounded, and Rice took a look and saw that it was his classmate Zabini.

"How can we be sure that You-Know-Who won't come back? He was defeated by that Potter fifteen years ago, but he still came back. Professor Dumbledore did kill him, but can you guarantee that he won't come back again in the future? The panic caused by You-Know-Who back then-"

"It will never happen now." Rice interrupted Zabini and told him seriously that Voldemort's era was over.

"If Voldemort comes back again without knowing whether to live or die, we will let Miss Daphne kill him. Voldemort now is not even Daphne's opponent."    Rice's words made the other students stunned, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Daphne fights You-Know-Who? Really?

"I will win." Seeing that Rice trusted her so much, Daphne proudly straightened her chest and declared victory.

She still remembered the graduation exam that Rice had assigned to her before: defeat the resurrected Voldemort.

As her own strength increased, Daphne no longer thought that this was an extremely difficult final exam question.

"Very good, I see courage in your eyes! Come, say it with me - Voldemort!"

Daphne replied excitedly: "Voldemort!"

Next was Astoria, who shouted out the real name of the mysterious man without any difficulty.

Les walked up to Malfoy, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "It's your turn."

Malfoy's throat rolled, and a force called fear blocked his throat, making him unable to say the name. But what Les just said turned into another force, constantly washing and eroding the fear in his heart, coupled with Les's gaze and the heavy hand on his shoulder...

Finally, Malfoy squeezed out an inaudible sound from the depths of his throat.

"Voldemort..."

"I can't hear it!"

"Louder!" Daphne joined in.

"Voldemort." This time the voice was louder, like the cry of a newborn kitten.

"Louder, you want to be a role model for other students with such a small voice?"

"Voldemort!" Malfoy finally said the name loudly.

The moment he called out this taboo name, he felt as if something in his heart was broken.

Instantly, Malfoy broke out in a sweat. It was as if Rice had just asked him to run around the Black Lake ten times instead of calling out a name.

Rice nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the next student.

Looking at Rice's back, Malfoy lowered his eyes. He was not sure whether he had successfully called out Voldemort's name because he had overcome his fear of Voldemort in his heart, or because the fear Rice brought him was greater than Voldemort's fear that he was able to call out Voldemort's name.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Malfoy felt that he could not tell. The probability of both was higher.

In his heart, Rice was more terrible than Voldemort!

With a few people taking the lead, the rest of the work was much simpler.

One after another, the little wizards successfully called out Voldemort's name. At first, they were still hesitant and needed Rice to give them courage. But later, as more and more people succeeded, the courage in the hearts of the students present became more and more sufficient.

When it was the turn of the freshmen, they didn't even need to take a deep breath or prepare themselves mentally, they could blurt out Voldemort's name.

When the last person called out Voldemort's name under Rice's gaze, a happy smile appeared on Rice's face.

Now Slytherin College has a bit of shape.

I have to erase the mark left by Tom Riddle here bit by bit. If necessary, replace it with my own mark.

"Very good, you did a great job. I believe that if Salazar Slytherin could see this, he would be very happy. Because you have successfully overcome the fear in your heart! This is what a real Slytherin student should be like! You must always remember that we are the most reliable and trustworthy college in Hogwarts!"

"Let me hear his name again--" Les' eyes flashed with excitement.

These students can still be saved.

"Voldemort!!!"

A thunderous roar sounded in the Slytherin common room.

Fortunately, the college's common room is located in the dungeon and has good sound insulation, otherwise the noise would scare people who heard it and make them unable to sleep, mistakenly thinking that Slytherin College was going to "reproduce the event".

After the sound dissipated, Les began to applaud, and others followed suit and applauded themselves.

"Well done! Now you are beginning to transform into a real Slytherin." Les said a pleasant sentence.

"I hope that in the days ahead, we Slytherin students can demonstrate our reliability, be a true Slytherin, and become a role model for Hogwarts students - we must be braver than Gryffindor, smarter than Ravenclaw, and friendlier than Hufflepuff. We will not bully the weak, nor discriminate against other students' bloodlines. We treat all students in the school equally.

Okay, that's all I have to say. Let's go to bed!"

Rice waved his hand and announced that everyone could go to bed.

Although the students could lie down on the bed and fall asleep, what Rice had just said would definitely echo in their minds and have a profound impact on them.

Rice did not expect that his words could bring about earth-shaking changes to the students of Slytherin College, but it was better than saying nothing and watching the college rot all day.

The reason why this passage was not said until now was because Rice thought the time was not ripe before.

I had been low-key in the college before, so the words I said naturally lacked weight. But now it's different. Now his reputation is enough to support him to make some reforms.

Godric and others pushed him to the position of student union president, which was also a disguised way to help him make up his mind.

Just as Rice said at the beginning, tonight is the best time to give a speech.

'There are still two years. During this period, I will definitely make Hogwarts have a brand new Slytherin College. 'Rice's eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

He set a new goal.

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