Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 33

Ulysses had a headache.

He really did not expect that Tracey had this kind of ability. The words made the little snakes scream and screamed. In less than a month, he developed most of Slytherin’s junior wizards, and there are even some who are about to Graduated students also expressed interest in her mutual aid association.

At least now, there are two seventh-grade students following her.

Intuition tells Ulysses that the purpose of Tracy’s establishment of this mutual aid association is definitely not that simple.

Ulysses rubbed his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment:

“Miss Shafik, I…”

“Mr. Lestrange,” a tall student standing beside Tracy interrupted.

“I know your reputation. I have also heard that you have rejected Tracy’s two invitations… This is the third and last time. I think a smart person should know how to choose.”

Tracey’s smile stagnated, and she didn’t expect this person to speak so directly. But she just hesitated and did not deny what he said.

Ulysses frowned slightly, staring at the student with beautiful blue eyes, and said:

“How to call it?”

“Warren Shaker, seventh grade this year.”

The man’s head was slightly raised, with a little pride, and said loudly.

“Good Mr. Shackle.”

Ulysses looked at him blankly, his eyes did not fluctuate, and said coldly, “If you are really the smart person in your mouth, you should know not to talk to me in this tone.”

“What do you mean?”

Warren Shaker’s haughty expression collapsed slightly, and of course he heard the disdain and coldness in Ulysses’s words.

“Meaning, don’t provoke your opponents casually, especially those you can’t provoke.”

Ulysses glanced at him. They were a few years apart, but their heights were almost the same. Warren Shackle took a step back unconsciously. When he was about to speak, he saw Ulysses talking to Tracy. :

“Miss Shafik, do you really want me to join the mutual aid club?”

“certainly.”

Tracey’s eyes drifted between them, and smiled.

“Well, I will join, he will withdraw, choose one of the two.”

Ulysses pointed his right hand at Warren Shaker and said softly.

The latter’s face turned red and white. He never expected that he would just stand up and remind Ulysses, but it aroused his hostility.

Ulysses did not change his face, quietly waiting for Tracey’s choice.

He can be said to throw a big problem for Tracy, if Tracy insists on recruiting Ulysses, it is bound to give up Valen Shaker. And if you give up, it is contrary to what she said.

If he chooses to keep Warren Shaker, Ulysses is also happy.

The smile on Tracy’s face gradually diminished. She took a deep look at Ulysses. Since she was a child, she immediately understood Ulysses’ intentions and said in a regretful tone:

“Unexpectedly, Mr. Lestrange was so repulsive of mutual aid, so I wouldn’t force it.”

Ulysses nodded and did not speak. Warren Shackle’s face instantly rose up, hummed, and said loudly:

“Have you seen? The reputation of your proud genius is not as good as me in Shafik Miss’s heart. I really don’t know where you got so many inexplicable confidence…”

‘How did this guy get to the seventh grade safely? ’

Ulysses thought suspiciously, a anger arose. He thought he had a good temper, but he was also annoyed by this man’s provocation.

Both the stadium and the secret room made Ulysses a little irritable, and now Ulysses decided to release his hostility.

So Ulysses didn’t say a word, pulled out his wand, pulled out an impeccable duel, and looked directly at Warren Shaker with cold eyes.

Ulysses has always been very tight-lipped about etiquette.

Seeing this posture, Warren Shaker understood that Ulysses was inviting him to a duel, his eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but sarcastically said:

“Mr. Lestrange, you wouldn’t think that you would be complacent after defeating the famous professor? This is how you challenged me?”

“You can find an assistant, I don’t need it.”

Ulysses turned a deaf ear to what he said and said softly.

Warren Shaker grinned back, he also pulled out his wand and said with a sneer:

“Who do you think you are? Since you are so arrogant, I don’t need an assistant. Let me teach your parents how to respect people who are older than you.”

How familiar Ulysses said this, he said to Millie who was watching the show:

“Miss Bosd, please go and invite Professor Snape.”

The duel requires the presence of an adjudicator, and the Dean of Slytherin is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Millie Bost blinked and ran out of the common room quickly.

Seeing this, the Slytherin students next to him voluntarily gave up an open space.

Slytherins were all arrogant people, and duels in the lounge were nothing more than normal. Everyone knew nothing about it. With experience, they moved all the tables and chairs away to free up a temporary duel platform.

By the time Professor Snape in a black robe strode into the common room, Ulysses and Warren Shackle were already standing face to face in the duel stage, one with a cold expression and the other mad and impatient.

Professor Snape stood aside, his thin lips opened and closed, and an indifferent voice floated from it:

“Presumably you know exactly what you are doing and are prepared to bear all the consequences for this, so let’s start, I will look at you.”

When the two heard the words, they both bowed slightly, with their wands lying in front of them.

Regardless of reluctance, Warren Shaker was born in a pure-blooded family of twenty-eight, and duel etiquette must be followed, otherwise the Shaker family’s face will be lost.

The duel is on the verge. Warren Shaker took the lead in the attack, a powerful spell:

“Bone to pieces!”

The red light of the Smashing Curse shot out, sinking vigorously, as if to directly blow Ulysses’ body to pieces.

Ulysses remained motionless, without any intention of avoiding it.

When Warren Shaker launched the offensive, Ulysses’ wand moved a little forward, and the students onlookers felt the surrounding air dry a little.

Then, the strands of aqua-blue thread crazily intertwined in front of Ulysses, like a rippled film, layer upon layer of film, the gradual change only in a moment.

An azure-blue palm that was so large that it took up half of the duel table appeared out of thin air, and the palm stretched out towards Valen Shaker. The red light of the smashing curse arrived as expected, but it was like a dull stone that fell into the sea without aroused. A little ripple.

In the horrified gaze of Warren Shaker, the azure palms rushed towards him unstoppably like a giant mountain. His mind was blank, trying to find a countermeasure, but his hands and feet did not listen.

After a loud “bang”, Warren Shaker flew out like a junk thrown away, hit the wall of the lounge and landed on the ground swinging.

He was drenched, his well-groomed haircut became embarrassed, and he was panting hard. For a moment, he seemed to feel the god of death calling.

Ulysses felt his hostility gone. He walked slowly to Warren Shaker, leaned down, and said with a smile:

“Who do you think I am?”