"Don't!"
Malfoy blurted out, looking pleadingly at Snape.
If Dad knew that he was so reckless in provoking others, like a stupid lion, actively begging others to beat him, he might be pumped to death.
Snape smiled happily.
He seemed to snort.
Whisper, "Must! And two weeks of confinement!"
Malfoy was gone.
Frustrated, Darren stood aside.
Darren almost laughed out loud.
However, because there were too many people, he quickly took it back.
But his body still trembled twice.
Snape's deep gaze fell on him for a moment, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was silent.
He turned his head and quickly led the group of Slytherins to the underground lounge, where the frenzied black robes represented his bad mood.
One by one, the frightened Slytherin students lowered their heads, did not dare to speak, and could only quietly follow his robes to the lounge.
They suspected that Professor Snape was going to pick them up.
Sure enough.
As soon as Snape arrived at the lounge, he pulled out his wand.
He stood in the very center of the lounge, looking at everyone with cold eyes.
This kind of gloomy gaze made everyone not doubt that if he made a sound in the next second, he might be greeted with a death curse.
"Snort!"
Snape sneered, then said in a loud voice:
"Stupid, ununited, even after the arrival of the professor, no one explained to the professor what the reason was, and the prefect did not take the lead....
All Slytherin students copy the Slytherin House Rules a hundred times, and I will receive them personally, one by one, if I don't write them in my house... Scold!"
With a sigh, the topic was over.
No one dares to say no to their own family.
Obviously, Snape's prestige was extremely high in Slytherin.
Maybe he didn't think anyone would dare to contradict himself, Snape said the topic just now, and then mentioned another thing.
"The selection of prefects begins now, starting from the first grade, and after the selection, the first grade goes back to sleep early!"
Snape said coldly.
Darren wanted to laugh.
The guy obviously saw that he was sleepy, so he said so, he had heard that the previous Slytherin did not have this rule.
Well, new this year.
"First-year students gather here!"
Betsy raised her wand and shouted.
Darren dragged his steps over.
The other students around him were a meter away from him.
They may have wanted to laugh at this brother who was not liked by the famous Harry Potter.
However, after seeing Darren's fist, they finally woke up.
This guy is just a freak.
Fists that can shatter the talisman spell, they don't think they can take a punch.
"Darren, you go up first!"
Betsy said to Darren.
The power that Darren had just shown really shocked her.
However, this guy is strong, and she is satisfied!
She lifted her chin, looked at the other first-year students, and said coldly, "Tyke, you go challenge Darren!"
Teek is a brunette boy.
Hearing Betsy's words, he almost cried.
He remembered the power of Darren's fist and wanted to say he didn't want to go, but he didn't dare.
Therefore, he could only take heavy steps to go up.
He felt that the other classmates looked at him sympathetically, as if they were looking at his cemetery.
"I'm Tek, Tek-Montaly, I... I want to challenge you..."
He stuttered.
Then he wanted to say what he had conceded defeat.
However, before he could say it, Darren, who had just been very powerful, shook his head in embarrassment and said that I conceded defeat for three words.
"Huh?"
Tech looked at Darren sheepishly.
As far as Darren's strength is concerned, how can he not concede defeat?
"Do you look down on me?"
Teck was a little annoyed.
Although Darren conceded defeat, it looked like he had won, he didn't want to win like that!
"No, no, no!"
Darren shook his head hurriedly, and he laughed shyly and whispered, "My power can't be controlled, as long as I use it..."
He glanced at Malfoy.
Teck understood.
Once used, it is like killing people, and it really cannot be used easily.
But how could it not be that Darren conceded defeat?
Only when the power is strong should we stand here.
"No, I just heard you say that you should choose a stronger prefect.
If someone bullies you in this way, he can also help, but I can't, I am easy to kill people as soon as I appear... So..."
He bowed his head guiltily.
Obviously, I felt very sad that I couldn't help.
[Ding, Father +20].
[Ding, Father +30].
[Ding, Father +10].
[Ding... ］
In a few words, Darren gained more than 300 Holy Father values.
Although everyone gave a lot, it was obvious that everyone recognized him.
I'm still a little afraid of him.
Most people still walked away from Darren when he conceded defeat.
I was afraid of making him angry.
Annoying someone might be just a few spells.
To make this guy angry, that's a punch!
Darren sighed in frustration, standing at the end of everyone, alone like a little pitiful.
Snape stared at his figure, was silent for a moment, and finally said coldly:
"Darren Porter has a dormitory for one person, and no one else is allowed to step into his dormitory casually!"
The little cub had offended Malfoy.
Draco was a child he had watched grow up, though not the kind that was broken to the bone.
But they are by no means good people.
Moreover, Darren also broke Draco's amulet, and perhaps the next revenge would come from Lucius's teachings.
He couldn't have stared at Malfoy all the time.
And Darren couldn't have exploded that force at any time.
That power Dumbledore had spoken to him.
Silently.
A controlled silence.
But Dumbledore had also told him not to let Darren use that power again, if not at all.
This unknown force, who knows if it will turn into a hypnotist?
Therefore, he must not let that little cub use that kind of power again!
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