After receiving the pamphlets, the young wizards casually flipped through them, discovering that the content was even more detailed than what Alan had said. It dictated almost every aspect of their lives, from clothing and food to housing and travel.
"Isn't this excessively strict? I can understand punctuality and not losing points, but according to these rules, we won't even be able to talk while eating, and we have to pay attention to how many students are walking alongside us?" Louis, as a Prefect, found these disciplinary requirements too harsh and couldn't help but ask.
"It needs to be this strict! You are not ordinary people; you are Slytherin!" Alan's voice suddenly rose. "You are Slytherin, who values honor above all else and prioritizes victory! If it's just about doing a little better than others, simply winning a House Cup, what's the point?"
"What I want is for you to become true Slytherin—wizards who can maintain elegance and composure while easily achieving victory, and..." Alan extended his right hand, then slowly clenched his fist. "What I want is complete victory in all aspects, with no blind spots!"
Listening to Alan's captivating speech and looking at him, the young wizards did not feel the excitement and exhilaration of before; they felt a fear that made their souls tremble.
Is this Slytherin? To be so ruthless even to themselves? They truly felt Alan's naked ambition at that moment, a will colder than winter.
Louis, who had asked the question, swallowed hard. After a moment of stiffness, he realized his back was completely drenched in sweat. He dared not speak again and could only lower his head silently.
"Therefore, the rules, discipline, and requirements I have set for you, from the moment you step into the common room, are non-negotiable. With me, there's no such nonsense as 'if you don't become a dragon, you'll become a worm.' You must win, and you must win according to my standards."
Alan saw that everyone was nervous because of his words, so he calmed his emotions and resumed his clear tone. "Let's get back to the main topic. Having discussed the organizational structure and discipline, next up are the 'Two Meetings and One Exam.'"
"The so-called 'Two Meetings' are the weekly meeting and the monthly meeting. The weekly meeting is scheduled for 7 PM every Saturday. Everyone must attend on time; attendance will be strictly checked, and no leave will be accepted."
"The monthly meeting starts at 7 PM on the last Sunday of each month, combined with that week's weekly meeting. Similarly, no leave is allowed."
"During these two meetings, I will summarize everyone's point deductions and study progress for the week and month. At the meetings, I will punish those who violate discipline and reward students who perform excellently and make significant academic progress."
"And the so-called 'One Exam' is a full-subject monthly exam held once a month. The exam time is the day before the monthly meeting, which is that Saturday. The exam will last all day, and then we will announce the results at the monthly meeting the next day."
"You can perform poorly at first, but I do not accept regression. At the same time, those who cannot keep up with the progress will be deprived of all their remaining weekend time for remedial classes!"
When Alan finished explaining the 'Two Meetings and One Exam,' the crowd before him immediately burst into wails. The previous requirements were already strict enough, and now they were going to lose their weekends. How could anyone live like this?
"Silence!" Alan roared sternly. After everyone quieted down, he gave a cold smile and added, "I forgot to tell you: tomorrow, Sunday, there will be a baseline exam arranged within the Academy. Everyone must participate in their House robes."
"At the same time, I will inspect everyone's dormitories and personal attire tomorrow. Follow the standards. You have one night; get everything in order!"
At this, the young wizards no longer even wailed; they all watched Alan with grim, miserable faces. But after the brief contact they had just had, no one dared to disobey him, so they just wore bitter expressions.
"What? Looking at your expressions, are you preparing to surrender before even starting?" Alan's sharp gaze swept over everyone.
Provoked by his words, the young wizards couldn't help but feel a surge of rebellious spirit, though this time no one shouted slogans. Among them, a few wizards even secretly resolved to use their strength to show everyone what they were capable of.
"Don't worry, with me here, it's impossible for you to surrender. Remember: maintain your ambition, your sharp mind, and your will to victory above all else."
"Alright, that concludes the entire content of this meeting. Grade leaders and subject representatives, stay. Everyone else, dismissed!"
As soon as Alan finished speaking, a wave of magical energy surged around him. The pile of chairs blocking the dormitory entrance floated out under his control, quietly suspending above everyone's heads.
Seeing this scene, the young wizards, who had initially relaxed upon hearing the dismissal, immediately looked up in surprise, awestruck by the power Alan displayed.
"What are you still standing there for?" Alan snorted coldly, scolding the stunned crowd, which finally dispersed them.
After all the young wizards had left, Alan slowly lowered the furniture, then looked at those waiting. "Gather around; there are some things I need you to do."
Now, these House committee members were incredibly well-behaved, coming forward very obediently.
"Next, there are two things. First, the arrangement within the common room needs to be changed. These sofas and coffee tables are not conducive to studying and holding meetings. You all find two empty dungeons later to store the chairs. I have prepared some long tables and chairs, which will be used for meetings and self-study in the future."
"Vivian, if you're willing, you can move your Mahjong and other card tables into a separate room. Don't play Mahjong in the main hall anymore. On weekends, if you have free time and want to play, you can do so in the room, but that must be under the condition that all your grades are keeping up." Alan did not propose the insane idea of directly prohibiting entertainment.
"Okay, but I guess I won't have that much time to play cards anymore." Vivian had been immersed in the nightmare of being required to have grades of 'E' or above. She knew Alan was a man of his word, so she dared not harbor any illusions.
"The second thing is to clear out a few empty dungeons and set them up as offices for the class committee. Do it now. I've already prepared tomorrow's exam papers. After they finish the exam, the subject representatives for each subject will go to the office to grade the papers. I want to know everyone's scores by tomorrow night."
"Understood, I'll get right on it." The subject representatives immediately rushed toward the dormitory after receiving the order.
At this point, Alan called out to William. "William, let's talk privately next. It's about the Quidditch team."