However, the next moment, he was stunned!
"Alright," Harry nodded casually, not caring.
"Then it's my turn for a request." Saying this, he looked around at everyone.
"My request is very simple: if I win, the Slytherin common room password.
From now on, the password must not contain any pure-blood rhetoric!!"
"What?" "What's the point of this!"
Draco stood up: "Harry, you… this bet is completely unequal!"
The large snake swayed its head, emitting a deterrent hiss, and a strange emotion quickly spread, causing the noisy common room to fall silent again.
"How about it?" Harry looked at everyone.
"What's wrong with pure-blood theory?" someone retorted.
Harry was about to speak when he suddenly realized that what he was about to say would no longer be just a provocation to these guys, but would truly reach their families behind them, their noble houses.
Suddenly, the words from the fifth-floor corridor that afternoon a year ago echoed in his ears again.
"Thank you…"
He couldn't help but murmur softly.
"Thank you for giving me the confidence!"
Draco leaned closer, not quite hearing clearly, then saw the smile blossoming on Harry's face.
He stood up, and the large snake wriggled its body, following his movements, coiling around and guarding him.
"Because only pet dogs and pet cats are judged by their bloodline!!"
The shock this sentence caused among these Little Wizards was comparable to when Harry had just uttered Lord Voldemort's name.
And in terms of external reaction, it was even more tumultuous.
The entire common room erupted, and the fish outside the window seemed to sense the atmosphere, quickly fleeing.
Hedlund raised his head in surprise, his heart astonished.
He had only meant to remind Harry, but he hadn't expected the other party to directly drop this bomb.
"Hedlund! You hear what he's saying, quickly go and beat him up!"
Gemma Farley quickly said. She had suffered a terrible defeat at Harry's hands last year, and at this moment, the only person she could think of was Hedlund.
However, her hope quickly vanished. Hedlund merely calmly withdrew his gaze and returned it to the book in his hand.
"I think he's right," he said calmly.
Gemma's heart stirred, and her expression was enlightened. Hedlund was of standard pure-blood origin. Although not one of the Twenty-Eight Families, to say such a thing…
She glanced at the book Hedlund was reading and was surprised to find that it contained no content related to magic, and even the map hadn't changed, rigidly imprinted on the thin, bleached pages.
It was a geography book, a Muggle geography book!
Harry looked around at everyone, slowly pacing, his gaze sharp, sweeping across face after face, speaking without reservation:
"Slytherin, represented by glory, ambition, and victory, shouldn't it be about true personal strength!
Only those without strength would need bloodline to gild their faces, right?
The Slytherin in my heart has never been about decorating oneself with honor. Instead, it should be about improving oneself, pursuing honor and victory,
It should be the undeniable, honorable, and righteous honor and victory that people attain!!"
Saying this, he stood in the very center of the crowd.
This time, no one refuted him anymore.
His diligent writing in the common room, his constant presence in the library, and his study discussions with Hedlund were all witnessed by everyone.
And his strength, shortly after the start of last year, was displayed in an extremely violent manner!
As for glory, there was even the savior—
Wait!
A portion of the people suddenly realized something.
It seemed that this person had never mentioned himself in such a way, never used his identity as the savior to build momentum for himself in his words or actions.
In fact… if it weren't for today, many people would have forgotten this aspect of his identity.
Immediately, some people felt an uncomfortable sense of self-defilement. Others had never even mentioned their identity as the savior, while they themselves were still occasionally using the so-called Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families to "gild" their own faces.
However, this was only the thought of a few people.
Most people, like cats with their tails stepped on—no!
Like dogs with their tails stepped on, they started clamoring.
Harry's expression remained unchanged as he looked at them, drawing his wand and holding it before his chest.
Immediately, the noise quieted by more than half.
Because this was a standard dueling stance.
"If some people want to refute, there's no need for empty words. Come on, use your strength to prove your arguments to me!!"
And Harry had already made a name for himself in the Duelling Club during this time.
In dozens of duels, he had never lost.
Yes, dozens of them!
At every gathering, Potter could participate in more than one duel!
The only two draws were with Hedlund and Cedric.
In both duels, both sides released spells capable of knocking out the other at the last moment, resulting in a draw.
No one accepted the challenge.
"Potter, to my office!" Professor Snape's voice suddenly rang out. He walked without stopping, quickly entering the common room, then his eyebrows twitched slightly as he observed the situation before him in surprise.
Overturned tables and chairs, broken goblets, and a crowd with bruised faces. It clearly looked like a brawl!
"It seems that in the short time I was away, our Mr. savior caused quite a commotion," Professor Snape said lightly, his expression cold.
"No, Professor!" Suddenly, MacChlery raised his hand: "I did it."
Saying this, he looked at Harry, a smile appearing on his blood-stained lips.
"I wouldn't stoop to doing something and then being afraid to admit it," he said with a chuckle.
Harry smiled, genuinely impressed.
Professor Snape's expression grew colder as he turned around, simultaneously casting a spell.
"Finite Incantatem—"
The spell landed on the large snake, its body quickly dissolving into fragments and dust, disappearing into thin air.
Harry followed closely, walking out of the common room.
Perfect, he still had some thoughts he wanted to discuss with Professor Snape…
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