#257 - College Meeting (I) (Seeking monthly ticket recommendation ticket)

"Not bad, not bad. The prefect wants to hold a meeting in the academy today, everyone quickly form up, yes, form a line. →" Louis clapped his hands, trying to organize them.

However, he himself didn't really know what forming a line meant, and because he hadn't organized any activities before, his speech was weak and feeble.

But the surrounding young wizards understood what he meant, but you call this a meeting? Is it necessary to block the entire intersection? This made them feel a little panicked.

However, under the command of the three prefects, they still moved lazily.

Among them, the pure-blood wizards in the higher grades reacted the fastest. Anduin rarely had contact with other students, so others weren't very sensitive to Anduin's orders.

But in the past two years, Anduin had been like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, making them tremble with fear at all times, so their movements were much faster than others.

As for Vivian, Velen, and other friends who were familiar with him, although they didn't know what he was going to do, they were very cooperative.

Anduin looked at the dawdling crowd, knowing that he had to personally direct them. These three prefects had no experience or charisma at all, and even treated the lower grade students like children.

"Now everyone listen to my command, using my right hand side as the baseline, the furthest edge is the first year, and the grades increase from low to high to the left in order, face me and arrange yourselves vertically from shortest to tallest. I only give you 20 seconds, and those who haven't lined up by then will bear the consequences themselves, 20, 19..."

Anduin considered that it was indoors, so he lowered the volume of the Sonorous charm, but he secretly cast a little Fear charm when speaking, so his speech, although not as loud as at the beginning, gave people a strange sense of oppression.

Coupled with the countdown, some young wizards who felt inexplicable or didn't care couldn't help but become nervous.

But they were used to being scattered and independent, and the sudden collective action made them feel at a loss for a while, and then, like a vegetable market, everyone crowded together to move, and some young wizards couldn't find the team of their grade and spun around stupidly in place.

Anduin nodded as he watched the noisy scene. This was right. He wasn't afraid of them being nervous or making mistakes. These could be slowly taught later. He was just afraid of them being numb and unwilling to act.

The simplest formation actually contains the simplest principles, and it can easily be observed to see their sense of purpose and action.

So Anduin just watched the group of young wizards in front of him, sweating profusely to find their queues and squeezing into a ball, but still not directly commanding, but secretly slowing down the countdown speed, in order to let them experience the feeling of acting and finding their own goals. →

When the final countdown was over, all the wizards finally formed a complete queue, but it was crooked, with uneven spacing and heights, which was very uncomfortable to look at, and many young wizards stood in the wrong team stupidly.

"You, you, you two are in the wrong queue. You are third-year students, what are you doing in the fourth-year queue? And you two, you are second-year students, how did you squeeze into the first-year team?"

Anduin looked at the formed queue and began to call out names and adjust them one by one, calling the students who did not belong to the corresponding queue back to the corresponding queue, and then adjusted the formation according to height, and it took half a minute to make the queue neater.

Finally, Anduin looked around at everyone present. In their eyes, he could see incomprehension, curiosity, fear, tension, and other emotions, but the numbness and daze had disappeared a lot.

Anduin nodded slightly satisfied, then took out the clipboard and said loudly: "Now, from the higher grades to the lower grades, start calling names. Those whose names are called will shout 'Here!', Velen Higgs..."

Velen was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately reacted. He had been training under Anduin for a long time, and had become accustomed to obeying Anduin's orders, so he instinctively shouted loudly: "Here!"

With Velen as an example to cooperate, the subsequent roll call became similar. When the other young wizards heard Anduin's name called, although there were occasional slow responses, it was still progressing smoothly.

The series of operations performed by Anduin were just formations and roll calls, and he didn't talk about any nutritious topics at all, but these behaviors, although simple, were very important groundwork.

Even a response is not a small matter, it is related to a habit of getting along between the two sides in the future, and it can also create a sense of boundaries, and use this to cultivate their sense of obedience.

With a sense of obedience as a foundation, it is conducive to the formulation of rules and systems, and then it is easier to cultivate discipline.

Moreover, the time of the roll call itself is also to give them some time to calm down. These young wizards obviously had less tension after responding.

"Very good, all members of Slytherin are present, then let's officially start today's academy meeting." Anduin closed the clipboard and the pen in his hand, put his hands behind his back, stood up straight, and scanned the crowd with sharp eyes.

"I know that everyone has a lot of incomprehension and confusion in their hearts, wondering why I put on such a show today, and also curious about what I am going to do. Then, please keep quiet, and I will answer them one by one for you."

Anduin's words made the young wizards present feel a lot more at ease, at least reducing some tension and fear in their hearts, and then they quietly watched the young wizard with a solemn expression on the steps.

"First of all, since there are many freshmen, let me introduce myself to everyone." Anduin glanced at the row of ages on the right.

"I am a fifth-year student, Anduin Wilson. This year, I was appointed prefect by the order of the Dean and the Headmaster. At the same time, I know that in the eyes of many people, I have many strange nicknames, such as the Ghost of Slytherin, the Battle Hero of the Ministry of Magic, etc., but I hope that in the next time, you will directly call me Prefect Wilson or Prefect."

"Most of you present are not familiar with me, and can even be called strangers. Although I have been with most people for a long time, I have not said a word, and many people still don't know my full name."

"But these are not important, because in the days when I serve as prefect, everyone will face me often."

"Then, there is the main topic of today's academy meeting." Anduin once again looked around at everyone expressionlessly, "Do you know why I arranged this special meeting today, and why I am serving as the Slytherin prefect?"