Chapter 1

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"Ok everyone, listen up. We need to change our strategy for this trimester.
There is no way we're going to win if the rumours I heard are true."

Marcus Flint our prefect had gathered everyone for a meeting.

"Headmaster Snape told me we have 3 more days to submit this week's volunteers.
We don't know their strategy yet, but we have to make sure we play this safe."

He looked around and his gaze met mine. With they he meant the other half of house Slytherin.

Headmaster Snape had changed this school fundamentally.

There were no longer 4 houses, the only decision the sorting hat had to make,
was whether a wizard or a witch was worthy enough to attend Salazar's School of the Dark Arts or not.

That decision was based on an entry test every witch or wizard who applied hat to pass.

The task was different each year, as countless people applied every year.

Another factor the hat took into account, was the ancestry.

There were families who got every single of their children overcome the test and others who tried again every year without success.

After being accepted, the hat had to make another decision. House Slytherin was split into two units.

One included only purebloods and was imprinted by the most powerful wizarding families,
the other one was known for its diversity and therefore also allowed half-bloods, as long as they were internalizing Salazar's values and overcame the test without flaws.

Both units brought up extremely talented figures over the years, that went down in history and changed the wizarding world to what it is today.

Marcus still had his eyes on me, and I was scared he would demand me to volunteer.

I really wasn't well prepared this week.
And in this case, it could claim my life.

Every week headmaster Snape requires two volunteers of each unit, to measure and compare our skills.

These tasks weren't easy, and it wasn't rare that those who attended, came back injured or upset. The difficulty mostly was to decide whom to send in.

We all had different skills and not knowing what the task would be made it even more dangerous.

At the end of each school year the winning unit gets a reward, which often included the honour of being invited to Snapes closest circle.

Marcus still stared at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What about you, y/n?"

My throat got dry, but I tried to stay calm.

"I haven't finished my individual task yet. It requires full dedication."

Every now and then each student received an individual task by the headmaster, that had to be enforced.

Flint was obviously annoyed by my answer and kept talking to the entire group in front of him.

"Your individual tasks are supposed to be trivial matters. I think I've made it clear more than once that I expect you to advance this team with full reliability."

His voice was cold, and I could basically feel his frustration. We had lost last year, and it was time we stepped up our game.

Blaise cleared his throat and took a step forward.

"I'll do it."

A satisfied smirk built up on Flint's face and he congratulated him with a handshake.
No one else volunteered, so Flint had to pick one.

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