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Well done, Draco! You have lived up to the effort I spent on you!

Dyroth couldn't help but laugh this time. Dumbledore racked his brains to call him over, but he still felt guilty for a long time. As a result, all his effort was in vain!

"Mr. Principal, it's getting late. If you have nothing else to do, I will go back first. So many Slytherin classmates are still waiting for me. I can't keep them waiting for a long time."

"You think so?" Dyroth suppressed the crazy raised corners of his mouth and bowed politely. After getting Dumbledore's helpless permission, he followed Snape back to the Slytherin common room.

As soon as they entered, they saw dozens of pure-blood freshmen headed by Draco, Pansy, and Daphne holding wands and looking warily at the freshmen and seniors opposite. Dyroth knew this would happen from his previous encounters with British pure-blood families.

Pure-blood families are also divided into several camps. In addition to the twenty-eight sacred clans, there are also many powerful pure-blood families. The group of pure-bloods led by Malfoy that Dyroth attracted only accounted for a part of them.

He knew he could not bring all the pure-blood families under his command. Winning over a group of people, suppressing a group, and cleaning up a group is the right path! Now is the time to establish your authority!

"Dyroth, you are finally back!"

"Well done, Draco." Dyroth stepped forward and stood in front of everyone, looking at Draco with admiration in his eyes. Turning around, he faced the other Slytherin students.

Prefect Carlo said coldly: "All the freshmen are here. The freshman Perfect competition starts now."

(Carlo is the perfect that led them and told them the password, note that there will be names that aren't from the series)

"Are there any challengers?" A boy as thin as a skeleton stood up immediately, his eyes directed towards Dyroth. "Klein Shafiq!"

The Shafiq family is one of the twenty-eight pure bloods. Running a potion business, they were in ruins when Voldemort rose and have never recovered since then. A winnable character. Information about this person immediately appeared in Dyroth's mind. When he entered school, he asked Vinda to collect information about his peers from British pure-blood families so he could make plans for them.

He raised his wand and held it horizontally in front of his chest, performing a standard wizard's duel ceremony. "Dyroth Grindelwald!"

After the two sides officially entered the arena, Carlo used magic to clear away the surrounding debris. "The duel begins!"

"Arrow Shooting Spell!" As soon as he finished speaking, Klein Shafiq couldn't wait to use his best move. It's a pity that he is only eleven years old this year and has just entered school. Even if he learned magic at home in advance, due to age and talent limitations, the system level of this technique is only level 1.

Although Dyroth exchanged all his achievement points for talent improvement in the past, he learned a lot of magic and knowledge in the process of earning achievement points. He just didn't have time to think about practice. Even so, most of his magic spells levels are around level 2, and some of his magic has even reached level 3. The amount of magic mastered far exceeds that of any student!

"Incendio!" Dyroth's wand pointed at the arrows in mid-air, and the violent flames quickly devoured them. The momentum continued unabated and flew straight towards the opponent! Shafiq was petrified. The magic that he had practiced for a long time was so vulnerable!

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In the panic, he even forgot to dodge! "Idiot! Get out of the way!" When Snape scolded him, he took out his wand and started to act. The moment the flame was about to touch Shafiq, the flame suddenly disappeared. Only the residual heat was left.

"Are you okay?"

Shafiq closed his eyes tightly in fear. He thought he was dead, but suddenly he heard a gentle voice in his ear. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had fallen to the ground, and a slender palm was reaching out to him.

"I... I'm fine."

"It's okay. The meaning of magic is to protect, not to risk your life. If you get hurt because of my mistake, I will be so guilty that I can't sleep tonight!" His words echoed in the lounge, and everyone was in an uproar. Are these words something the son of the Dark Lord can say?

Several people kept reciting the meaning of Dyroth's magic sentence, and the more they recited it, the more interesting it became. Shafiq raised his head and met Dyroth's gentle eyes. From his eyes, Shafiq did not see any irony towards the loser. Just full of concern!

He seems to really care about me! Before that, Shafiq's impression of Dyroth was that of the son of the Dark Lord, an evil wizard! When he came forward, he was ready to go to St. Mungo's Hospital. As a result, not only was he not harmed at all, but he also received sincere care from the other party!

Thinking that he had been dissatisfied just now because of Dyroth's delay in coming before, Shafiq couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt in his heart. He stammered twice. The powerful intimidation of Dyroth when he used magic and the gentle comfort after the duel kept coming to his mind.

After looking at Dyroth for a long time, he climbed up and bowed deeply to Dyroth. "Mr. Grindelwald, you are a powerful wizard and a noble worthy of respect. Thank you for your advice. Fighting with you is the glory of my life!"

The entire battle lasted only ten seconds from beginning to end, and there was no bloodshed at all. This surprised all the old students and Snape. Shafiq held his head high and proudly returned to his place. In his mind, Dyroth is a great wizard and a man of noble character. Even if you lose the battle, there will be no complaints!

"The next challenger, please come forward. Is there a next challenger?" Carlo said it several times. There was only silence in response to him. This freshmen class wants to be in the limelight, but they are not fools. It can be seen with one move that Dyroth's strength is not at the same level as theirs. Fight him? Are you looking for death?

"Anyone wants to continue the challenge? Then I announce that the first-year Perfect is Dyroth Grindelwald!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was warm applause in the lounge.

[Congratulations to the host for becoming the Perfect of Slytherin and obtaining the achievement: Perfect (First Grade)]

[Achievement point reward: 100]

"One hundred points is quite a lot. I should be able to give you another wave when I'm in second grade. After seventh grade, the total is 700 points. Fortunately, Draco and the others came forward; otherwise, I would have suffered a huge loss!"

After Dyroth calmed down the excited Draco and others, he heard Carlo speak again. "Now that the new Perfect has been determined, let's start the Perfect ranking battle. Is there anyone you want to challenge?"

"Perfect Ranking Battle?" Dyroth was a little confused. He knew that Slytherin had a Perfect, who would be chosen among the freshmen every year. But What is this ranked battle?

Draco explained: "Slytherin's rules is very strict, so strict that there are standards for where to sit when eating and doing activities. Even those of us in lower grades and lower rankings will be ordered not to participate if there are too many people in some activities. The ranking battle is to determine the ranking of your grade through the duel between the Perfects."

After listening to Draco's words, Dyroth finally understood the meaning of first grade in the system achievement! It turns out that this first grader doesn't mean that he is in the first grade, but that he is just the leader of the first grade! In this case, don't blame yourself for being rude! When it comes to achievement points, the sooner you get them, the better. Improving your strength as soon as possible is the right way! Without enough strength, no matter how many forces you have, they are just castles in the air!

"Dyroth, you don't plan to..." Draco noticed the change in Dyroth's eyes and almost screamed. Thinking of Dyroth's strength, his face suddenly glowed with joy. "Yes, with your strength, you can beat them all"

"Quickly, show them some color. When you didn't come back just now, second-year Perfect was the one who screamed the loudest!"

Dyroth smiled slightly and stood out from the crowd. "The first-year Perfect Dyroth Grindelwald challenges the second-year Perfect!"

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