Chapter 94

"No!"

Malfoy blurted out, looking at Snape pleadingly.

If his father knew he had provoked others so recklessly, like a stupid lion, begging others to hit him, he might be whipped to death.

Snape smiled pleasantly.

He seemed to snort.

Whispering: "Must! And two weeks of detention!"

Malfoy wilted.

Dejectedly standing to the side like Darren.

Darren almost laughed out loud.

But because there were too many people, he quickly held it back.

However, his body still trembled twice.

Snape's deep gaze stayed on him for a while; he opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but remained silent.

He turned his head and quickly led this group of Slytherins toward the underground common room; his billowing black robes represented his terrible mood.

Scaring the Slytherin students into lowering their heads one by one, not daring to speak, and only silently following his robes toward the common room.

They suspected Professor Snape was going to deal with them.

Sure enough.

As soon as Snape arrived in the common room, he took out his wand.

He stood in the center of the common room, looking at everyone with icy eyes.

This eerie gaze made no one doubt that if they made a sound in the next second, they might be greeted by a Killing Curse.

"Pfft!"

Snape sneered, then said loudly:

"Stupid, ununited, and even after the professor arrived, not one person explained to the professor what the reason was; the prefects also didn't take the lead...

All Slytherin students copy the Slytherin house rules one hundred times; I will personally receive them one by one. If you rely on your family background and don't write them... Heh!"

A 'heh' ended the topic.

No one dared to rely on their family background to say no.

Clearly, Snape's prestige in Slytherin was extremely high.

Perhaps not thinking anyone would dare to refute him, Snape mentioned another matter after finishing the previous topic.

"Prefect selection begins now, starting from the first years; after the selection is complete, the first years can go back to sleep early!"

Snape said coldly.

Darren wanted to laugh in his heart.

This guy clearly saw he was sleepy, which is why he said that; he heard that there was no such rule in Slytherin in the past.

Hmm, added this year.

"First-years, gather here!"

Becky raised her wand and called out.

Darren dragged his feet and walked over.

The other students around stayed a meter away from him.

At first, they might have wanted to mock this brother who wasn't liked by the famous Harry Potter.

However, after witnessing Darren's punch, they finally woke up.

This guy is a freak.

A fist that could shatter a protective charm; they didn't think they could take a punch.

"Darren, you go up first!"

Becky said to Darren.

The power Darren displayed earlier had indeed shocked her.

However, this guy is very strong; she is very satisfied!

She lifted her chin, looked at the other first-years, and said coldly: "Tike, you go challenge Darren!"

Tike was a black-haired boy.

Hearing Becky's words, he almost cried.

He remembered the power of Darren's punch and really wanted to say he didn't want to go, but he didn't dare.

So, he could only walk up with heavy steps.

He felt the sympathetic gazes of the other students were like looking at his grave.