Hogwarts, where the stars shine

On the first night of school, the Slytherin dungeon was once again crowded with students, even the freshmen who had just entered the school stayed.

Although the Little Beans did not understand the situation, the unusual atmosphere in the common room gave them a premonition that something big was about to happen.The old students who knew the situation were full of expectations, hoping that Mesa would be defeated by their own people.

Among the crowd, some were gearing up, others were cheering... Mesa, who came back a little later, was like the boss guarding the level in the game, and these students were the brave men who were preparing to pass the level.

What is slightly regrettable is that even if they defeat the boss Mesa as they wish, no princess can be saved, and they can only barely maintain their old and decaying glory.

The clock turned slowly, the stone door at the entrance opened again, and another group of students returned to the common room.Mesa and Lilia were among them.

The handsome young man stood out from the crowd, and he was even more conspicuous tonight.It's just that the girl next to him still doesn't want to look at him, even though they came back together.

"Mesa Black!"

"Blake!"

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Similar shouts resounded through the common room, the anger that had been suppressed all summer break out tonight, as they were about to defeat Mesa and wash away the Slytherins' shame.

The freshmen also gradually understood the situation and why the seniors were so resistant to their classmates.At the first moment, they stood side by side with the seniors.

Pure blood is justice!

When a person bullies and insults Mesa, this is bullying, no doubt about it.When the number of bullies doubles to 100 or 1000, this is "justice", the "justice" in Slytherin's heart.

Hearing the angry cries of the little snakes, Mesa walked straight out without any fear.

Lilia followed Mesa and stood on his right side.Although they were arguing, Lilia could tell the difference.At this time, Mesa needs someone to stand up and support him, even if it's just him.

Probably because he didn't expect that the public enemy of the college was actually a thin boy, the freshman felt a sense of contempt in his heart.Some people even boasted: I can defeat ten bosses like this!Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?

The two "bigger people" who spoke so loudly were Graham Montaigne and Cassius Warrington.

When the two freshmen said these words recklessly, the old students around them all moved away from them.My mother won't let me play with fools!

The last person who tried to punch Mesa got a literal hospital kick.The last person who put his fist into action received countless knee hits.

If you want to solve the problem with your fists, you two should go alone and don't take us with you.They are wizards and use magic.

At this moment, a tall boy emerged from the crowd.This is a seventh-year student who will leave Hogwarts and enter the wizarding society next summer.

"Come on Atlee! Defeat the arrogant Black!"

"Come on Greg! Kill that bastard Blake!"

Someone in the crowd shouted his name and cheered him on.The first warrior to challenge the Boss always attracts special attention.

Mesa looked at Atlee Gregg with a smile.Although he is his opponent, Mesa appreciates the courage of the other person to stand up first, which is much stronger than those who stand aside and watch.

Soon, the surrounding students voluntarily gave up an open space, leaving the center stage to Mesa and Atli.If nothing else, such scenes will be seen frequently in the next year.

"Mesa Black." Atlee Gregg said, "Jenkin said you are very powerful, far better than him. I don't really believe it, so I am the first to stand up tonight and want to see it."

As he spoke, he drew out his wand and stood ready.

Seeing seventh grader Atlee Gregg so serious, the freshmen were confused again.The seventh graders are playing against the second graders. Isn't this a slap in the face? Why are you so serious?

Indeed, if it were placed in the other three colleges, there would be a duel between the graduating seventh graders and the immature second graders, and there would be almost no suspense about the outcome.

But this is Slytherin, and Mesa is no ordinary sophomore.

There was no referee in tonight's duel, but the two men still adhered to the duel etiquette. The two people walked back to back for a few steps, then turned around and saluted.

The two raised their wands almost at the same time, but Mesa's shot was obviously faster.Although he had not become familiar with the blackthorn wand after more than half a month of weight-bearing practice, his magic power flowed faster.

Mesa hadn't finished the spell yet.The tip of the ebony staff has emitted a red light.The dazzling disarming spell burst through the air with a power that did not belong to it, and whizzed away.

Mesa didn't hold back on the first spell of the duel and went all out.

He knew that he had to deal with his opponent as soon as possible.If you waste too much time on one person, it will inevitably affect your physical fitness and spirit. Once the little snakes start a wheel battle, they will be passive.

Facing such a powerful blow, Atlee Gregg was already prepared, but he still broke out in a cold sweat.

Greg didn't dare to raise his voice and shouted the Iron Armor Curse loudly. The deflected Disarming Curse flew high over everyone's heads and hit the rough stone wall.

Fortunately, the Slytherin common room was protected by a magic circle, so the disarming spell did not leave a dent in the wall, but only caused a burst of sparks.

But Atlee Gregg was not so lucky. Although he deflected the disarming spell, Atlee was unable to do anything against Mesa's subsequent attacks.

Dueling in the Slytherin common room, or in front of a large group of Slytherins, was a limitation for Mesa, and a limitation for Atlee Gregg.

Greg wanted to use Apparition to get out of trouble, but this was Hogwarts, and the anti-Apparition spell limited his ability to perform.Helpless Greg was overwhelmed and exhausted.

In the eyes of all the Slytherins who were either disappointed or surprised, Atlee Gregg was defeated without any suspense.

Mesa stepped forward, flicked his wrist, and used another disarming spell to knock away the wand.Then the ebony wand thrust out suddenly, and the enemy-repelling spell hit Greg's torso, knocking him away and landing on an armchair.

This precision and elegance seem to be innate to Mesa Black.His face was not red, he was not out of breath, and his hair was not messed up. He easily defeated his opponent in a few clicks.

The little snakes who had been shouting "come on" seemed to have been poisoned and could not utter a sound.Many people even lowered their heads and looked at their hands in depression.

Many Slytherin students, especially the senior students, admitted that Mesa was very powerful, but no one thought that he was invincible.

This summer vacation, those students who can practice magic at home are practicing redoubled, hoping to defeat Mesa when school starts.Not only to protect the pure blood glory, but also for myself.

Warriors who slay dragons will become heroes, and students who defeat the public enemies of the academy will naturally become heroes too.Not many people can endure this temptation, just like knowing that challenging a dragon may result in death, some people will still continue.

Atlee Gregg was defeated faster than a tornado.Greg lost not only the duel with Mesa, but also the confidence built up by the little snakes.

Someone stepped forward to help the defeated Greg, but no one stepped forward to challenge Mesa again.In a short time, no one should interfere with the challenge.

The little snakes discovered a cruel truth: their efforts and growth were so worthless.Mesa Black easily negated their efforts over the summer.

It is a rare quality to become more courageous after every setback, but many people do not possess this quality.This is especially true for students who have not yet left campus and have never seen the cruelty of society.

Mesa looked at the Slytherins around him and asked, "Who else is there?"

There was no big reason or sarcastic words, but this light "Who else" pierced into everyone's heart easily.

The Slytherin students looked at each other, and for a while no one wanted to be the second challenger.Mesa showed more strength tonight than it did at the end of last school year.

Seeing the students around him standing dumbly, Mesa felt a little disappointed.Mesa would rather the other party jump out to challenge him than see them cowering.

Compared to their fathers and grandfathers who followed Voldemort, these little brats who could only move their mouths were really far behind.A little blow will make it sluggish. It's like a weasel laying waste to mice - one litter is worse than the next.

Sure enough, Mesa still prefers elitism to arguments such as pure-blood supremacy or mixed-blood superiority.