Inside the Slytherin common room, many students who were watching the commotion had gathered around, waiting to see this good show.
“Isn’t that Chandelier Selwyn?” some students mocked.
Being pure-bloods, they weren’t afraid of Selwyn coming to trouble them.
Chandelier Selwyn’s reputation was already quite loud; after all, not everyone spent their first night at Hogwarts hanging on the lights of the common room.
This caused Ivan Selwyn and Obern Nott to flush red.
They were “nobles” who cared immensely about their face.
“It seems bringing such a large group of people is meant to deal with that Ravenclaw undercover agent.” Someone saw through the situation at a glance.
Malfoy stood in the crowd with his two goons behind him, curiously sizing up Will.
He had long since heard about Will, who hung a classmate on the chandelier; but his interest in Will wasn’t too great.
In his view, the only heroes in the world were Harry and Draco; everyone else was just passersby meant to set them off.
It was just that Harry Potter seemed somewhat reluctant to accept his goodwill, and he had been busy observing Harry these past two days.
Seeing so many people led by Yaxley besieging Will alone, Malfoy curled his lip disdainfully, “Bullying the few with the many, it tarnishes the demeanor of the nobility.”
If it were up to him, he would deal with this brat alone, without even needing Goyle and Crabbe.
“Hmph, when they were hung on the lamp by that mudblood brat, they had already disgraced their family’s reputation.” Hearing Malfoy’s words, someone else spoke with a tone equally full of disdain.
“This is for the best, letting those Muggle-borns all know that the nobility is not to be infringed upon.”
“That seems to be Yaxley from the third year. As a third-year student meddling in the affairs of first-year newcomers, bullying the young with his seniority, he truly doesn’t feel ashamed.”
“Hey, the relationship between the Yaxley family and the Selwyn family is good. It does no harm for him to stand up for Selwyn.”
“Selwyn can also be considered trash, actually losing to that Muggle-born newcomer.”
Most of the people speaking these words were children from Wizard families or Pure-blood families.
Among Slytherin, Muggle-born Young Wizards had little say and spent most of their time being squeezed out and marginalized; who told them their origins and strength were no good, and their numbers were so small?
Listening to the chatter around him, Yaxley’s expression turned ugly.
“Kid, magic isn’t something you can just talk about and master. I’m only giving you this chance in light of the fact that you managed to beat them.” Yaxley’s face was gloomy as he drew his wand.
“Since you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Will suspected this guy had never engaged in a proper actual combat before.
What was the use of talking so much crap?
In the end, whoever was standing had the right to speak.
He simply raised his hand, pointing his wand at Yaxley.
In his silver-gray eyes, there was no fear, no tension—Yaxley actually managed to read a sense of mockery from them.
“It seems I must show you this mudblood some color! Stupefy!”
Yaxley waved his wand, casting a spell toward Will.
Will neither dodged nor avoided it, as Stupefy headed straight for him. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“The kid is scared stupid!”
“Yaxley is a third-year student after all; that kid is courting his own destruction!”
“Make this mudblood realize his own status!” This was what Selwyn and his group were shouting.
Sylvia anxiously told Will to dodge, “Quickly get out of the way, Will!”
“Protego!” A faint magical shield appeared on Will’s body.
“It’s useless. With his first-year magical power level, Protego is no different from paper. Wanting to block Yaxley’s Stupefy is wishful thinking.” Some upper-class students commented.
Stupefy struck Will squarely.
The onlookers all thought Will was about to lose right then—
Will merely shook his body, actually grinning at Yaxley and commenting, “Not a bad attack.”
[You personally experienced the attack of a certain spell. Due to being blocked, your experience is not complete, Charms experience + 2]
Was Will foolish not to dodge or evade?
Of course not, he was experimenting.
He had previously tried casting Stupefy on himself, but the effect was abysmal.
Afterward, he recalled one of the operating rules of this world—the power of a spell is related to the user’s magic, emotions, psychology, and thinking.
Professor Moody, disguised by Barty Crouch Jr., had once said in class that casting the Killing Curse requires magical support; when casting Dark Arts, a Wizard’s extreme emotions will affect the power of those spells; when casting the Patronus Charm, one must possess happy memories.
Hogwarts Professors would emphasize how their mindset should be when teaching spells in class; and Dumbledore had repeatedly emphasized the “magic of love”.
It was hard for him to generate excessive hostility toward himself; that wasn’t genius, that was schizophrenia.
Thus, he indeed needed someone else to help him complete his experiment, and Yaxley at this moment was a very good test subject.
As for the Shield Charm, it could be said that this spell was one of the ones he was most familiar with.
When he first came into contact with magic, he knew the importance of defensive magic like the Shield Charm, so he spent several years practicing it.
A Level 4 Charms proficiency level had a considerable portion of its experience brushed out by the Shield Charm; so much so that now, whether he was reading literature or continuously grinding the Shield Charm, it was difficult for him to gain any more experience.
To get back to the point, seeing Will hard-take a Stupefy without being affected in the slightest, everyone couldn’t help but be greatly shocked.
Will’s level far exceeded their imagination.
The mocking smile on Will’s face made Yaxley’s face twitch.
Being humiliated like this by a first-year Muggle-born Young Wizard made him somewhat angry.
“Avis! Expelliarmus!” Yaxley lashed out two spells in succession.
This time, Will didn’t defend rigidly.
He quickly leaped to the side, dodging the Expelliarmus mixed among the birds, and then pointed his wand: “Incendio!”
A large swath of flames cleared away the birds, and the common room became blazing hot; but Will didn’t stop: “Expelliarmus! Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus!”
Just as Yaxley wanted to dodge, two scraps of grass near his feet suddenly turned into two black snakes, locking his legs firmly.
Taken by surprise, he fell to the ground and was hit dead-center by the Petrificus Totalus that was clearly intentionally aimed downward, instantly freezing in place.
In just a matter of tens of seconds, Yaxley was defeated by Will, which left Ivan Selwyn and Obern Nott with faces full of panic.
They certainly hadn’t expected that the reinforcements they brought over would be put down by Will so easily.
“Together, don’t be afraid of him, there’s only one of him!” Selwyn gritted his teeth, and seven or eight people raised their wands together.
Will narrowed his eyes slightly: “Confringo!”
“Boom!” In the middle of the crowd, a violent explosion occurred.
The powerful shockwave made the ears of these Young Wizards sting, and seven or eight people were instantly knocked down, some with their wands sent flying several meters away.
The surrounding students covered their ears and gasped deeply.
Draco Malfoy’s jaw had already dropped at this moment; he now admitted that this Muggle-born fellow was very strong, and he himself would need to bring Goyle and Crabbe along to match him.
Many people’s gazes toward Will changed.
As a first-year newcomer, Will’s level was completely at a monster tier.
Let alone first-year newcomers, even quite a few third-year students would find it difficult to use those spells so smoothly, not to mention that Will had even used Transfiguration while casting spells; and finally pulled out a dangerous advanced spell like Confringo.
The crowd successively put distance between themselves and Will, as he was truly somewhat dangerous.
You must know that Peter Pettigrew, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, died under Confringo, along with twelve Muggles!
What kind of talent was this?!
[You have used spells multiple times, you are more proficient in a certain spell, Charms experience + 1]
[You have used spells multiple times, you are more proficient in a certain spell, Charms experience + 1]
[You have used spells multiple times, you are more proficient in a certain spell, Charms experience + 1]
Will frowned slightly; he had only farmed five points of experience just now, which was a bad deal.
However, looking at the reactions of the people around him, he should have already achieved his goal.
They probably wouldn’t come to disturb him anymore, so he should be able to enjoy a peaceful campus life now.
And right at this moment—
“Will Behrens! What did you do?” An angry roar came from the entrance of the common room.
Will turned his head and saw that gloomy-faced greasy-haired large bat.
The Slytherin students immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
“This isn’t Will’s fault, Professor, it was them first—” Sylvia wanted to explain, but was directly interrupted by Snape.
“Miss Lestrange, this has nothing to do with you! Why don’t you step back and let me ask Behrens?” Snape’s face was dark and his tone unfriendly.
“Or else indulge that inexplicable kindness of yours and have someone send this bunch of wretches to Madam Pomfrey’s hands.”
Snape’s black robe hem swept across the floor, leaving a cold and rigid shadow: “As for you, Great Wizard Mr. Behrens.”
He turned and walked toward the corridor, his black robe tracing a dim arc behind him, “My office is the third one in the West Tower of the castle.”