Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

This time, the Slytherins on the stage discussed for an extra long time, because the appearance of Dumbledore and Dean Snape forced them to face up to and pay attention to Ciel's existence again.

But seriously, a group of boys and girls can discuss something valuable.

Even though they are already in fifth, sixth or seventh grade and are basically equivalent to adults, the social complexity of the magical world is no weaker than that of the Muggle world.

They don’t know anything unless they have been severely beaten by society.

What's more, the little wizards in the first, second and third grade were still confused and couldn't understand the current situation at all.

Charles looked back at Dumbledore, and the old bee showed a kind smile. Charles rolled his eyes and ignored him, turning back to play with his wand.

He has enough patience to wait for these little guys.

Although Ciel may be about the same age as them, his age and life experience are much greater than theirs, enough to call him a little guy.

Different from the smelly and tough adult pure-blood nobles, the former is a die-hard among wizards, and persuasion is basically useless. Otherwise, Voldemort would have unified the magic world long ago, and he can only use some tough methods.

However, although these young wizards were influenced by their fathers and had clear ideas about pure blood and non-pure blood, they were still in the growth stage after all and could change.

Ciel was willing to give them this chance.

"Then what should we do!"

Finally, after the voices on the stage gradually quieted down, Ciel heard someone yelling.

He raised his head and saw that the person questioning him did not hide. Ciel recognized this little guy, a sixth grader from the Selwyn family of the 28th Saint Clan.

“We’re gathered here, what are we doing?”

Ciel narrowed his eyes, but the latter was not afraid, Ciel smiled.

This sounded like a question, but it was not. It was a signal of friendship from Selwyn, who had already begun to cheer for Ciel.

Otherwise he wouldn't have first asked what they should do, then pointed out that Ciel had initiated the party, and finally asked what the meaning of it all was.

Not all the younger pure-blood families are idiots like Malfoy, there are also smart people.

"good question!"

Ciel smiled.

"what should we do."

"Resistance."

His answer sounded convincing.

The plain voice echoed clearly in the ears of every little Slytherin wizard under the amplification spell. It was plain, but full of confidence that could smooth everything.

"Unless...someone likes that tone."

But then, Ciel's voice changed, and the atmosphere relaxed again.

There was small-scale laughter and commotion in the crowd of little Slytherin wizards, because as Ciel said, they will have too many fun activities in the future, and there are really some guys who are more m-prone and enjoy it.

And this scene was all shown just now.

It can be said to be the scene of social death.

Charles saw Muellers winking at those guys, but unfortunately they were shrinking their necks, so they were showing it to the blind man.

"And the first step of resistance..."

Ciel drawled his tone, after calling everyone's attention back.

"Just follow me."

When the words fell, there was no commotion as expected.

Because many smart Slytherins have already guessed about this.

Slytherin is the house that has the most ambition. Following and being followed may sound a little strange among other houses.

But in Slytherin, that's normal.

Secondly, there is Ciel's strength. So many senior students can't defeat him together. This is actually amazing. That is because his mixed-race identity is too conspicuous and does not conform to the mainstream of Slytherin. Otherwise, someone would have taken the initiative. Come vote.

Even so, the Slytherins, who uphold the belief that the strong is king, have to confirm Ciel's existence, but they just don't communicate with him much.

Finally, Dumbledore appears.

Although he and Slytherin did not fight, he was still an authority and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He appeared here, and the little snakes in Slytherin could see it clearly, which meant that he was not the only one in Charles, at least there was Dumbledore behind him.

While there was no commotion, there was no feedback either.

Ciel was not surprised.

After all, the concept of pure blood is deeply ingrained in their minds. It has been cultivated since childhood. It is not easy to change, but it only takes a start.

None of this will be a problem after all.

"So otherwise."

Ciel looked at the group of Slytherin snakes on the stage, took in all their faces, and slowly looked at each of them.

Some people are thinking, some are afraid, some are confused, and some are slightly unhappy, but it doesn't matter.

"Do you...do you still want to rely on your old master, Voldemort?"

"You saw what happened to him."

"Ashes and ashes."

Ciel said word by word.

"It's a pity."

He shrugged.

"It seems that those crazy women don't like men without noses. After all, Voldemort was also a handsome boy when he was young. They missed a treasure boy."

This time, no one laughed, perhaps because they didn't understand Ciel's wisecracks.

"Or Dumbledore?"

Ciel suddenly raised his voice again and asked.

His gaze passed across the faces of every little wizard, and some little wizards looked away under the pressure of his gaze.

"He's strong."

Ciel admitted.

"But he's old."

But when the conversation changed, Ciel slowly explained this cruel fact in a slow tone.

"This is a war!"

He raised his voice.

"We don't know how long it's going to last."

"We didn't know how intense it was going to be."

"We had no idea how long it was going to be."

"We need a leader."

"Strong, young, and...handsome."

Ciel looked around and saw that some young wizards began to think thoughtfully and slowed down their tone. He was competing for position and warning them of the horrors of the future.

We are not here to undermine their self-confidence, so we must have sticks, threats, and good words.

"We are Slytherins, pure blood, the strongest people in the wizarding world, and the strongest among the four colleges."

Hearing these words, many Slytherin boys subconsciously puffed up their chests and instinctively had a good impression and identification with Ciel.

"It can be said that we represent the future of the magical world."

"so.."

"If there's anyone out there who wants to challenge me or feels like they're a better fit than I am, then please come forward."

"At this moment, in this moment, we solve the problem in a Slytherin way."

"The strong."

"To be king."

But there is no doubt that no little Slytherin wizard came forward... Everyone knew how powerful Ciel was, even the little Death Eater reserves who didn't like him.

Seeing this scene, Snape's eyes moved slightly for a few times, but eventually returned to a state of calm, like the Dead Sea, while Dumbledore showed no reaction from beginning to end, as if everything was as it should be.

"Ok."

"Then since there is no one else, I think this position should belong to me."

"After all, even if you don't like me, ignore me, and pretend I don't exist, you can't deny that I am still a member of Slater."

"Glory first."