Chapter 50 (Additional update) I mean all of you here are trash!
But Flint didn't expect that Harry also wanted to teach these Slytherins a lesson.
Eyes higher than the top, pretentious, arrogant...
Bah, do you deserve it?
What an embarrassment to Slytherin from a hundred years ago!
Harry quickly used his wand to deflect the spell, and quickly gave Flint an Expelliarmus.
This is a very advanced technique, it looks like it is being pushed away with a wand, but it is actually an armor protection charm.
"Silent casting?" The onlookers were stunned.
No one expected that Harry could have such a skill that only an adult wizard could have.
"Why are you still standing there?" Flint yelled. Even without a wand, he still had a strong body that he was proud of.
The Porter opposite is just a first-grade kid. As long as he gets close to him, everything will be fine!
However, as soon as he took two steps, he found that his body was levitating uncontrollably.
"Expelliarmus!"
Ron's wand also emitted a beam of light, successfully disarming the senior classmate behind Flint who was pointing his wand at Harry.
The wand whirled and flew into Ron's hand, while Seamus and Neville behind him shouted cool together.
"Oh my God, Ron, how did you do that?" Neville's voice was low but urgent.
It was obvious that he also wanted to be like Ron.
"Harry taught me everything." Ron said proudly.
"Ronald!" Hermione growled: "Can you focus on the other side? For God's sake, we are still fighting!"
Only then did Ron come back to his senses and hurriedly avoided the evil curses fired by the senior classmates from the opposite side.
He was only in the first grade and had never learned the armor protection spell at all.
This cannot be too harsh on him. In fact, in today's British wizarding world, many adult wizards and even Aurors are unable to cast the Armor Protection Charm completely.
The level of ridiculousness is second only to American police officers not carrying guns.
But Neville behind him was unlucky. He was hit by the magic and his body stiffened and he fell straight to the ground.
"Oh, poor Neville." Ron cast a spell on the classmate with lingering fear, disarming the other student's wand in his hand.
Even though there are fifth-grade students across from them, their level of magic is really hard to describe.
The three-person team had not practiced their cooperation in battle, but even so, with Harry, who had rich practical experience, it was more than enough to deal with these sixth graders.
In just a few minutes, these sixth graders were all defeated.
Harry's heart was very complicated, and he was not happy about this result.
How the hell did Hogwarts end up like this?
A sixth-grade student, let alone an armor protector, cannot even defeat a little wizard who has only received one month of training...
Are all fifth graders today such useless people?
Harry remembered that when he was in fifth grade, he was already able to fight against three Fire Ash Snakes independently and at the same time with ease.
Compared with these sixth grade students, they are so tall that I don’t know where they are.
"Finite!" Harry pointed his wand at Neville and cast the undoing spell on him.
Neville then got up from the floor, rubbed the back of his head that was so painful from the knock, and muttered that Ron didn't remind him.
"Brother, it happened so suddenly." Ron said apologetically, "I didn't expect that spell to hit you."
"Potter! Put us down!" Flint's voice sounded.
"I'm so sorry." Harry said leisurely, "I didn't expect you Slytherins to be so careless." There were seven Slytherins in the sixth grade who stood up for Pansy, and two of them fluttered. Suspended in the air, five lay straight on the ground.
"Apologise, Hermione," Harry said.
"Don't expect me to apologize to that stinking little mudblood!" Flint was suspended in the air, his mouth still stiff.
Harry's face turned cold.
With a wave of Harry's wand, Flint fell to the ground with a thud.
"I said, apologize!"
Harry waved his wand again, and Flint was horrified to find that he fell to his knees involuntarily.
"The apple does not fall far from the tree (like father, like son)." Harry shrugged, "It can be seen from your performance how miserable your family is."
"How dare you insult the Flint family! You will definitely pay the price!" Flint said through gritted teeth.
"Is this unbearable?" Harry leaned down and spoke with pity, "When you insulted others, why didn't you think about the price of doing so? If you ask me, only a trash wizard family can cultivate someone like you. The trash wizard..."
"Stop!"
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A clear voice sounded from outside the crowd, interrupting Harry's next words.
The crowd parted a way, and Slytherin's prefect Gemma Farley walked in holding a book.
"What's going on?" Senior Sister Farley looked around seriously.
"Miss Farley, it's like this..."
When some Slytherin classmates came forward, they began to tell her what happened in a more acrimonious manner.
"So, Flint, Bol, Derek!" Senior Sister Farley's voice was full of anger: "You sixth-year students were defeated by three first-year Gryffindor freshmen?"
"Look at you! Flint! Your family will be brought to shame because of you!" she scolded again.
"Miss Farley, Potter insulted my family..."
Before Flint could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Senior Farley.
"Shut up!" Senior Sister Farley raised her head, "You asked for it! Who do you think you are, how dare you say that word! Slytherin will be deducted ten points for your rude words!"
"And you, Miss Parkinson, will lose ten points for this too!" she added.
Prefects may deduct house points from other students as a penalty for breaking rules.
Likewise, they can also confine students.
All the Slytherin students were shocked. They didn't expect that their prefect would deduct Slytherin's house points.
Are your elbows turned outward?
But Gemma is also aware of her own pain. If it is a conflict between lower-grade students, it will be fine, but this is a sixth-grade student bullying a first-grade student. If she bumps into the professor's hands, it will not be deducted twenty points. It will be solved.
What's more, Marcus Flint and Pansy Parkinson openly insulted Gryffindor classmates as mudbloods, which is a very bad word.
"You are a fair prefect," Harry gracefully gave a gentlemanly salute to Senior Sister Farley, "If there is nothing else, we will go back first."
"Please stop, Mr. Potter."
Senior Sister Farley called out to Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything else you can do?"
Senior Sister Farley took a step forward, her long black hair fluttering gently in the wind.
"I challenge you to a wizard's duel," she said.
(End of chapter)