Dumbledore put down the sweets in his hand.
Looking at Snape, he said, "Sit down first! Don't be anxious, I know what you want to say! But you should know that Hogwarts' admissions are not something we can control! It is Hogwarts itself that will detect the suitable young wizards and send out the notice! All we have to do is sign our names!"
Snape said, "Don't say that! You and I both know that if you don't sign, he won't have the chance to come to Hogwarts! He won't receive the notice!"
Dumbledore said, "Yes, indeed! But do you think he can keep it hidden forever? He has magic within him! If it is not channeled, it will form an Obscurus! You know very well what an Obscurus means! It is never something we can control!"
Snape frowned: "But! We promised them that we would keep this child away from the wizarding world!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "This is not something we can control! His bloodline has already determined his outcome! His fate is predetermined, just like his parents! His parents chose to leave the wizarding world! They chose to break away from their own fate and escape their own destination, but what happened in the end? We all know the result! Do you really think he can hide? Even if he doesn't come to Hogwarts, he will be found sooner or later! He is too dazzling! He is too outstanding! When those people find him, he will be powerless to fight back! In this case, why not let him come to Hogwarts? That way, if those people really find him one day, at least he will be able to fight back! He may even be able to accomplish something that no one has ever accomplished!"
A trace of grief flashed in Snape's eyes: "But! He is their only child! He is their only remaining hope. They just want this child to live safely! For this, they gave their own lives! And I don't even have the ability to protect their child and fulfill their last wish!"
Dumbledore sighed, "Snape! It's not your fault, is it? This is what he had to go through! It's fate, carrying that bloodline! He was destined to take this path! I will always remember the help they gave us! I promise, as long as I live! I won't let this child come to any harm!"
Snape looked at Dumbledore: "Even them?"
Dumbledore's face was firm: "Yes! No one, not even them, can lay a hand on a Hogwarts student! No one can lay a hand on Erwin! This is my promise! Like you, I am filled with apologies to this child!"
Snape exhaled a breath of foul air: "I hope you can remember what you said today! That child, nothing can happen! If that day really comes, I will die before this child! I owe him this!"
Dumbledore said, "I believe that day will never come! You will all survive, everyone! Now, you should go to the Slytherin common room! The selection of the hidden prefects should be starting soon! Without you, there might be trouble! That child is just like his parents, he has never been a quiet person!"
Snape didn't answer.
He threw his robe behind him and left!
After Snape left.
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.
The portraits on the wall were also quiet at this time.
After a while.
A portrait spoke: "Is it him? Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes! Cavendish!"
The portrait sighed, "Dumbledore! You're taking a risk. You must know what Cavendish means! Or rather, you must understand what will happen if those people find out about Cavendish's entry into the wizarding world! You're bringing disaster to Hogwarts. Compared to those people, the so-called Dark Lord is nothing but a joke!"
Dumbledore said nothing.
A faint flash passed through the lens of his eyes.
He knew, of course he knew everything.
But he had no choice, he had his own plans.
He felt it the moment he saw Erwin.
Irwin will succeed, and Cavendish will end their fate in this generation.
This is also the only way for him to save Erwin's life!
Dumbledore looked towards the corner of the office.
There was a portrait there, now covered with a gray cloth.
Dumbledore approached the portrait.
Raise your hand.
Hesitated for a moment.
He put his hand down again.
Sighed.
Dumbledore turned and left.
.....
In the Slytherin common room.
Grotia said, "Let me introduce the rules of the Hidden Prefect! Slytherin is different from other houses. Those who can enter Slytherin are all pure-blooded descendants! We value strength and interests! At the same time, we are also proud! Therefore, even I cannot say that I can manage Slytherin 100%. This requires the help of the Hidden Prefect! Each grade will have a Hidden Prefect! The Hidden Prefect will be the strongest in the current grade. Every year, at the beginning of the school year, there will be an opportunity to challenge the Hidden Prefect! The Hidden Prefect will enjoy the same benefits as the Prefect! So now, let me introduce you to the Hidden Prefect of Slytherin!"
"Second-year hidden prefect: Marjorie Helen!"
"Third-year hidden prefect: Barton Duru!"
"Fourth Grade: Charlotte Theresa!"
Elvin took a second look and realized that this was a female prefect.
"Fifth year: Marcus Flint! He's also our Slytherin Quidditch captain!"
"Sixth Grade: George Greengrass!"
"And finally, I am Grotia Selwyn, a seventh-year student! At the same time, I am also the hidden prefect of the seventh year, and also the prefect of Slytherin!"
Erwin looked at Grotia. This class leader was quite interesting.
Erwin could sense that this man possessed far more magical power than any wizard of the same age.
Selwyn, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood clans.
He is a talented person.
Grotia said, "Alright! Remember, it's time to choose your first-year Hidden Class Leader! The Hidden Class Leader is determined solely by strength, which is why we have a duel system! One-on-one, the one who finally stands on the stage will be the first-year Hidden Class Leader. So, freshmen! Who goes first?"
Although Grotia asked this, her eyes were on Erwin.
The story of Irwin's exploits on the train had spread.
While bringing him reputation points, it also let many students know that there was a tough guy among the freshmen who cast disarming spells all over the train.
As the hidden prefect, Erwin certainly wouldn't miss it.
What a great time to gain reputation.
Erwin walked straight out of the crowd.
Come to the center.
With a flick of his wrist, the wand appeared in his hand.
Erwin placed his wand against his chest and tapped it gently.
Bend slightly.
"Everyone, my name is Elvin Cavendish! Since no one else has stepped forward, I'll be the first champion!"
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