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Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline

(Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline) This article is also known as [After Nirvana, I became a child again! ], also known as [My Elegant Life at Hogwarts! 】 Peter York, reborn in 1980s London, gets a super gene fusion device! Start by merging Phoenix’s genes to gain immortality! Don’t be afraid of Avada’s life! Integrate the genes of the invisible beasts to gain the ability of foreknowledge and invisibility! Integrate the genes of the bird and snake to gain the ability to be as big as you want! Integrate the genes of the basilisk, and gain the ability to die if you look directly, and become petrified if you look at it! One day, Peter York was besieged by the Death Eaters. With Mandela* genes, he sang directly on the spot! Immediately, everyone was shocked by the sound of death! Daily Prophet: “Peter York is a new generation of magic gods after Merlin! His abilities are beyond even the mysterious man! He is the future hope of the magic world!”  

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Chapter 180

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 180

Peter's face was serious at this time, and the momentum exploded, so that the students in the academy once again felt the strength of the chief of the academy.

Slytherin's students, obedient, nodded their heads as soon as they heard Peter's order, indicating that they were listening to him.

"Anthony Clyde, you'll be in charge of the back later, I'm in the front, watch out at all times to be vigilant!" Peter turned to look at the deputy chief he had promoted and arranged for him.

"Chief, I'll be responsible for the front, after all, the front is the most likely to hit the troll!" Anthony Clyde offered.

"No, Anthony, you should have confidence in my strength!" Just a troll! Peter smiled and refused.

At the same time, this scene of Slytherin was also seen by other colleges and professors, and they immediately focused their surprised eyes on Peter. They were very curious, how did the Slytherin students, who usually looked like a tugging, listen to what a third-grader said today?

Snape heard Peter's arrangement, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at Peter, who was surrounded by Slytherins, with a complicated look, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, it seems that Peter has become the chief of their academy!" It's really good! Congratulations to Severus, you have a talented student in your academy! Professor Flitwick watched Peter's movements in amazement, and then said happily.

Since taking Peter to the International Wizarding Duel Tournament and winning the championship, he and Peter have grown better and better, and among the professors in the school, he is the one who appreciates Peter the most.

According to the Ravenclaw students, Professor Flitwick regarded Peter as a disciple, completely forgetting that he also had a group of Ravenclaw chicks waiting to be fed!

"Severus, hasn't the chief system of your academy been abolished?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise,

The snake yard, which likes to huddle in the cellar, has never been known to outsiders, so Professor McGonagall, as vice-chancellor, only roughly knows that Slytherin has such a system, but she thought it had been abolished, but she did not expect that it was still being implemented, and peter was made the chief! This surprised her very much.

Professor McGonagall looked at the students of Slytherin House, obediently standing in place waiting for instructions, and could not help but frown, turning to Dumbledore and exhorting, "Dumbledore, such a system should have been abolished long ago, and the use of barbaric force to select the chief, I think it will have a bad impact on these children!" "

"Minerva, it's not something I can decide, I don't have that right." Dumbledore said as he looked in the direction of Slytherin.

"You're the headmaster, how come you don't have such an ability?" Professor McGonagall's face was puzzled.

"Because this is a Slytherin tradition of thousands of years! No one will agree to abolish this system! Not even the principal! This is the collective will of all members of Slytherin! Snape replied in a cold voice.

"There's nothing wrong with sticking to tradition, but now it's the twentieth century, Severus, and the children should be going to school without worries in school, not standing on the dueling stage, choosing by brute force who is strong and then making others obey!" This is very unwise! Professor McGonagall argued.

"Obviously, our views on wisdom are not the same!" Snape said coldly, not giving Professor McGonagall face at all.

"All right, all right, two of you, we won't discuss this kind of thing first, our priority now is to find the trolls who ran in!" Dumbledore quickly interrupted, and then he looked at Snape and said, "It seems that Peter York has been able to handle the affairs of Slytherin House, so you can rest assured that Severus can first rest assured and follow us to deal with the problem." "

Then the professor followed Dumbledore to the underground classroom, only Snape found that Professor Quirrell, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, was missing, and directly looked nervous and went through a small door behind him.

Harry Potter and Ron, who were anxious to inform Hermione, saw Slytherin's movements.

"Ron, isn't Senior Peter York only in third grade?" Why did the seniors listen to him so much that even Malfoy looked obedient? And what is the chief? Harry Potter asked curiously as he squeezed out desperately.

"I'm not very clear either, I just know that within Slytherin, it's not like our house that the prefect is responsible for managing students. Instead, they are the chiefs they themselves choose to manage the academy. Ron explained, but with a look of envy in his eyes, "Depending on the situation, Peter is the chief of Slytherin!" "

"That's cool! That annoying Malfoy, obedient! If only I could be the chief! Ron said longingly.

"Don't think about it, unless you transfer to Slytherin House!" Harry Potter gave him a blank look and said, "Besides, even if you enter Slytherin, you won't be the chief!" "

"Harry, you're a blow!" Ron said grumpily.

"Don't talk about that, we'll have to tell Hermione that there are trolls, and we blame you for making her cry at noon!" Harry grumbled, looking a little anxious, "Lavender said that Hermione had been crying in the bathroom all afternoon, and she hadn't come over for dinner, she didn't know anything about the trolls, and it would be bad if she bumped into them!" "

The two finally broke through the crowded gate and hurried to the girls' toilet.

Peter noticed potter's movements, but didn't pay much attention, he saw that the other houses in the auditorium were almost finished, so he turned to the Slytherin students and shouted, "Seventh graders go first, pay attention to the good wand, and fire a spell as soon as you see the danger." "

"Sixth graders, avoid danger in the rear!"

"Students in other grades, followed by the chief of their respective grades, are arranged in the middle in order of grade!"

After saying this, Peter went straight to the seventh graders and led them out of the auditorium. The students in the latter grades followed Peter's instructions and followed closely behind.

Unlike the nervous expressions of the other students, Peter, who was walking in the front, looked leisurely and calm. He remembered that in the original plot, the trolls appeared near the girls' toilet where Hermione was, so the probability of Slytherin encountering them was very small, so she was not very worried.

But this look made the Slytherin students admire and worship Peter even more, thinking that the chief could have such a mentality in this situation, and it was really worthy of being the youngest college chief in history!

Leading the students, Peter probed the front with his wand at each corner, and then continued on. As he got closer to the cellar, when Peter thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, his sensitive nose took the lead in smelling a foul smell.

"Don't move! There is a situation! Peter stood still and hurried to the back.