Cassandra sat on the bench.
He looked at Erwin with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Erwin laughed in silence.
He shook his head and ignored her.
Everyone has pride.
Who wouldn't feel a little proud to be able to enter Slytherin?
However, what Erwin fears least is proud people.
Such a person, if he has the ability, can be trained, or taught well, and will undoubtedly be a sharp sword.
Cassandra, the Voreleys, interesting, so interesting.
As the freshmen were divided into different colleges one after another.
Soon, the last person came.
Professor McGonagall looked at the scroll in her hand.
His brows furrowed slightly.
He glanced at Erwin calmly.
Erwin was full of doubts.
What’s going on? Did Professor McGonagall see her long-lost sister or something?
Professor McGonagall spoke slowly.
"Zeli Alva!"
Hear this name.
Erwin's head whipped around.
Murderous intent subconsciously emanated from his body.
In the professor's chair, Professor Snape didn't know when.
He also put down the wine glass in his hand.
A pair of eyes like a falcon fell on the girl sitting on the chair.
Dumbledore coughed lightly.
Snape looked away.
Look at Erwin.
He shook his head slightly at Erwin.
Erwin's mouth curled up.
He gave Snape a reassuring look.
He is not a fool.
Could it be possible that he could just kill this little girl in front of so many people?
Erwin put down his teacup.
His fingers brushed lightly across his jaw.
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