Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

Look at the spells that the little wizards around him are firing at him.

Sicheng gave Hermione a look to take care of herself, and then soared her combat power index.

In an instant, the 3,000-point combat power index was mobilized in an instant.

The gluttonous wand flailed incessantly, and spells flew out of his wand.

Collide with the spell that struck them, causing an explosion in the air.

At the same time, Hermione hid behind Si Cheng, constantly waving her wand, shooting her small magic spell at the little wizards around her.

Suddenly, a spell leaked through the firing line set up by Sicheng.

In a hurry, Sicheng subconsciously waved his wand to block the spell.

But in the next second, the spell disappeared from the wand as if it had been dumbfounded.

Immediately after, a wave of magic came from the wand into Sicheng's body.

Nearly 100 points of combat power index were added to him.

The sudden change made Sicheng stunned for a moment.

Immediately after, he saw a fiery red spell appear in front of him.

Tentatively, he put his wand on the spell again.

The spell was gone again.

Immediately after, a wave of magic poured into his body.

Sicheng's face was overjoyed, he didn't expect that the gluttonous wand would still have this ability.

He looked at Malfoy and the little wizard who kept shooting spells at them, and a sneer curled up at the corners of his mouth.

"Come on, the battle has just begun!".

“Partytime！"

Sicheng shouted, and then carried the combat power index and poured it into his legs.

With the force of his right foot, Sicheng's body rushed out instantly.

Blocked the spell of the little wizard in front of him with his wand, condensed the combat power index with his right hand, and punched the little wizard in the abdomen.

I saw that the little wizard's face was distorted, his face was pale, and he was in a cold sweat.

Collapsed on the ground holding his stomach.

Seeing that the results were excellent, Sicheng rushed to the next little wizard again.

Soon, the little wizard who shot at Sicheng on the platform was only Malfoy alone.

The other little wizards were lying on the ground with their stomachs clutched.

It's like a boiled prawn.

The Iron Charm loomed on Hermione's body, almost on the verge of collapse.

After all, it's just a rudimentary Iron Armor Spell.

It's nice enough to be able to help Hermione block a few spells.

Snape looked at Si Cheng, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect this somewhat special little wizard to have such a Gryffindor fighting style.

So, why did the Sorting Hat assign Sicheng to Slytherin?

Could it be Dumbledore......

Thinking about it, there was a slight irritation in Snape's eyes.

"Malfoy, it seems that your so-called pure blood has not brought you anything special, and is still as weak as an ant!"

Draco Malfoy had cold sweat running down his forehead, but he didn't dare wipe it with his hands.

I was afraid that when he finished wiping his sweat, he would have to lie on the ground and wail.

The glory of the Malfoy family did not allow him to do so.

But if he continued to fight, the glory of the Malfoy family would be lost to him.

But if he admits defeat, he is not very willing.

"What do you have to be arrogant, aren't you just a little faster and a little stronger! What else do you have besides that?"

Sicheng heard Malfoy's words, smiled, didn't speak, and walked slowly towards him.

Snape's eyes darkened even more when he heard what his godson had said.

Strong is strong.

Fast speed is an advantage!

Strong physique is an advantage!

Moreover, Sicheng is stronger than these two points.

Three times the magic power of a normal wizard is an advantage.

Moreover, he was able to cast an iron armor spell before he entered school, and his talent for magic spells was not bad.

With these manifestations alone, Sicheng has already crushed most of the Slytherin students.

I just don't know how the potions talent is?

Sicheng looked at Malfoy who was getting closer and closer, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Snape who was standing on the side.

Strange?

Why don't you stop shouting, does Snape also want to see his godson make a fool of himself?

Snape, so you're such Snape!

Walking up to Malfoy, Snape didn't react in the slightest.

Sicheng was helpless and whispered to Malfoy

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's fine!".

As he spoke, Sicheng punched Malfoy in the abdomen.

Like everyone else, I want to hide, but I can't.

Sicheng glanced at Snape, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Everyone could see that he and Hermione were on the same side, so should he take Hermione down as well?

Suddenly, he vaguely remembered that the Slytherin chief could have a separate bedroom, and he didn't know if it was true!

"Professor Snape, I've heard that the Chief has a private dormitory, is it true?".

Sicheng asked, looking at Snape.

Snape heard this, and looked at Sicheng, and then at Hermione.

Suddenly, as if he understood something, he nodded.

The Slytherin snakes from other grades looked at Snape with strange expressions.

Separate bedroom!

How did they not know?

When did Slytherin have such a thing.

Seeing Snape nodding, Sicheng turned around and waved his wand again, spells flying out of his wand.

Snape looked at Sicheng's back, and the flying spell was so ironic.

Sure enough, what a good Slytherin!

It's just that there was some disappointment in his heart.

The next moment, Snape's eyes widened.

What did he just see!

Sicheng used a dozen levitation charms to throw the little wizard lying on the ground off the platform, and then he walked down himself.

The other little snakes couldn't understand Sicheng's operation either.

Only a few little snakes guessed Sicheng's thoughts.

"Professor Snape, now that Hermione is left on stage, I think she should be the head of the first year!".

Sicheng walked over to Snape and said.

Snape looked at the little wizard who was only chest-tall, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and it disappeared in an instant.

He said in a cold voice

"The first year leader is Hermione Granger!".

After speaking, he looked at Hermione, who was a little dumbfounded, and said:

"Second grade, on!".

Hermione walked up to Si Cheng, her eyes staring at him and not speaking.

Sicheng had no choice but to reach out and rub Hermione's fluffy hair, and said

"Slytherin is different from other houses, the young wizards here are more blood-oriented, and I don't feel comfortable living with them because of you who are Muggle-born. "

When Hermione heard this, a touch of emotion instantly appeared in her heart.

But she didn't forget that Sicheng was also Muggle-born, and hurriedly asked:

"What about you, you're Muggle-born, too!"

Sicheng smiled, looked around, and said:

"Do you think they still dare to do anything to me?"

Hermione also looked around with Sicheng's gaze.

When those little wizards saw Si Cheng's gaze, they hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to look at him at all.

Seeing the performance of the other little wizards, Hermione's hanging heart was relaxed.

As the senior little wizards came on the field, the battle scenes became more and more exciting.

There are all kinds of spells, including some advanced ones.

Sicheng's eyes were hot.

In the battle just now, Sicheng's ability to show caught the attention of all the Slytherin snakes.

No, there have been some little snakes from other grades who have come over to talk to Sicheng.

Along with Hermione, the new first-year leader, they were also pulled into the conversation.

After a while, the battle for the chief was over, and the freshmen of the first year arrived in their dorm room, led by the senior prefect.

Sicheng looked at the name on the door number, and his face was a little strange.

He also has a separate dormitory.

Because he was the only one living in this bedroom.

There are only thirteen new Slytherin wizards this year, nine men and three women.

The other boys, four people in a room, just one more Sicheng.

He pushed the door open and walked in, and found that the single room was different.

The décor was a little more ornate, no smaller than the other bedrooms, with only one bed and his luggage and owl aside.

Suddenly, he found his window open.

Just as he was about to close it, he heard a familiar voice coming from next door.

This is!

Hermione?