Chapter 536 Les: Call out his name with me, Voldemort

Rice's question is an interesting one.

The classification of pure-bloods in modern wizarding society is actually a joke - they are based on a book called "Pure-Blood List" published anonymously in the UK in the 20s.

The families included in this book are pure-blood families, even though many of the families listed in the directory point to the presence of Muggles among their ancestors.

When Rice first learned this knowledge, he found it ridiculous.

What is a pureblood? No Muggles in the family?

That's it. There is no pure-blood family in the wizarding world. Even the eternally pure Black, the Greengrass from the Green Land, or the Gaunts who practiced crazy intermarriage for the sake of blood purity, the original founders of their families also had Muggle blood flowing in their veins.

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

No one can tell the origin of wizards. The first wizard may be a descendant of a 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 and survived, mutants among humans...

These could all be the origins of wizards.

Trying to distinguish wizards from Muggles based on their bloodline is as ridiculous as distinguishing between zebras with black background and white stripes and zebras with white background and black stripes.

When Les asked this question, the entire Slytherin common room became as quiet as a morgue.

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

"The so-called bloodline is nothing more than a tool to prove one's reliability." Rice revealed the cruel reality.

Salazar Slytherin favored "reliability" rather than pure-bloods.

"Yes, reliable!" Les' 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, letting them know what a wizard apprentice should be like."

Many people became interested: It sounds good. Our Slytherin students are the most trustworthy!

Just saying these words can give you an extremely uplifting feeling.

"But are you reliable? Or to put it more directly, can you be a role model for other academies?" Les's voice ruthlessly shattered the fantasies of the little wizards.

Although they would not admit it, they knew the answer to this question deep down in their hearts.

How could a “role model” be excluded?

"I am reliable, and I can also be a role model for other colleges." Just then, a voice sounded.

The person who made the sound was Daphne, who was standing next to Rice.

Rice glanced sideways at her and 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 expose Daphne's mistake. Instead, he pointed a finger at Brian Boursde and used an example to prove that what Daphne said was true and that there were indeed young students who took her as an example.

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

Seeing her sister speak so bravely and get Rice's approval, Astoria also raised her head to increase her presence.

Les noticed her and smiled at her, saying, Astoria, you are great too.

"It's not your fault that you are the way you are now." After giving the Slytherins in the lounge a slap on the head and pouring a bucket of cold water on them, 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 expressed his disdain for the current Slytherin House, but the young wizards who had just been scolded by him felt warm in their hearts.

This is why it is necessary to give a sweet date after a slap in the face, and the slap must come first and then the sweet date.

But just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Rice suddenly said a taboo name.

"It's all Voldemort's fault!"

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

Even students from Slytherin House couldn't accept this name out of the blue.

Les narrowed his eyes.

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

Still no one dared to look him in the eyes.

The trait of "obeying the strong" seems to be ingrained in their bones, just like their ancestors.

Perhaps Slytherin House a hundred years ago was not like this, but more like an "aristocratic college". However, a man named Tom appeared out of nowhere and planted the seeds of fear and obedience here, which were passed down through their bloodline.

It was passed from grandfather to father, from mother to daughter, and finally this cowardly appearance was presented unconcealedly to the founder of Slytherin House.

Rice even hoped someone would come out and fight him.

Although he would not go soft on the provocateur out of appreciation, he would be happier.

"A half-blood wizard, a freak born under the influence of a love potion, scares you so much? Don't you believe in pure-bloodedness? Why are you so scared now?"

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

Although the scene was silent, many people noticed the two keywords "mixed-blood" and "love potion". They felt like they had just found out something big, and secretly decided to write home to ask about the situation back then.

If the legendary Dark Lord is a half-blood, that would be really shocking news.

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 at least call him by his name, right?!"

As for the fact that Voldemort was suspected to have some Horcruxes left, Rice did not tell the children present, 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 with endless uses in Rice's eyes.

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

"How can we be sure that the 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 the 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 is no match for Daphne now."

The other students were stunned by Rice's words and could hardly believe their ears.

Daphne fights a mysterious person? Is this true?

"I will win." Seeing that Les trusted her so much, Daphne proudly puffed out her chest and declared her victory.

She still remembered the graduation exam that Rice had given her: to 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 responded excitedly: "Voldemort!"

Astoria was next, and she also called out the mysterious man's real name without any difficulty.

Les walked up to Malfoy, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Your turn."

Malfoy's throat rolled, and a force called fear blocked his throat, making him unable to say the name. But what Les had just said turned into another force, constantly washing away 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..."

"can not hear!"

"Louder!" Daphne chimed in.

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

"Louder, do you think you can set an example for other students with just this little noise?"

"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, as if Les had just asked him to run around the Black Lake ten times instead of calling out a name.

Rice nodded with satisfaction and walked to the next student.

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

After thinking carefully for a moment, Malfoy felt that he couldn't tell the difference. The probability of both was higher.

In his heart, Les is more terrifying than Voldemort!

With a few people taking the lead, the rest of the work will be much easier.

One after another, the young 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 stronger and stronger.

When it was the freshmen's turn, they didn't even need to prepare themselves mentally by taking a deep breath; they could just blurt out Voldemort's name.

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

The current Slytherin House is finally looking somewhat presentable.

I will erase the mark Tom Riddle left here bit by bit, and replace it with my own mark if necessary.

"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 your inner fear! This is what a true Slytherin student should be like! You must always remember that we are the most reliable and trustworthy school in Hogwarts!"

"Let me hear his name again--" There was a gleam of excitement in Les' eyes.

These students can still be saved.

"Voldemort!!!"

There was a roar like thunder 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 an event".

After that sound faded, Rice began to applaud, and others followed suit and applauded themselves.

"Well done! Now you are starting to become true Slytherins." Les said a pleasant sentence.

“I hope that in the days ahead, we Slytherin students can demonstrate our reliability, be true Slytherins, and set an example 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 will treat all students in the school equally.

Well, that's all I have to say, let's go to bed quickly!"

Rice waved his hand and announced that everyone could disperse and rest.

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

Rice didn't 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 away.

The reason why these words were not said until now is because Rice believed that the time was not ripe before.

I was not very prominent in the academy before, so my words naturally lacked weight. But now it is different. My reputation is now enough to support me to make some reforms.

Godric and the others pushed him to the position of student union president, which was a disguised way of helping him make the decision.

As Rice said at the beginning, tonight is the best time to give your speech.

"There are still two years. During this time, I will definitely make Hogwarts have a brand new Slytherin House." Les' eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

He set a new goal.

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