"Mudblood, what are you talking about?"
Barry, who had not intended to take action, was immediately enraged.
Just now, David had only been dismissive of them, but now, he had completely turned against them. He had outright insulted them, saying their heads were filled with troll feces—an insult even more outrageous than anything Snape had ever thrown at them. If word got out, they would lose all face and might not even be able to stay in Slytherin, though they weren't doing too well there in the first place.
"I said, your heads are filled with troll feces. Are your ears not working properly?"
David cast a loud spell on himself, amplifying his voice so that his words echoed across the entire area.
Since they seemed to be deaf, he was simply helping them hear better.
"You lowly Mudblood—Ava—"
Barry's face turned red with rage as he whipped out his wand and pointed it at David. However, before he could finish his incantation, a red light struck him. His body flew backward as if hit by a high-speed carriage, landing four or five meters away with a heavy thud.
A simple Repelling Charm.
David had been consulting Professor Flitwick on spellcasting techniques, and with his recent improvements, he could now cast spells silently, even if he hadn't practiced them too many times.
"Now it's your turn!"
After knocking down one, David turned his gaze toward the remaining four Slytherins.
These were his so-called companions, and since they shared in the fun, they would have to share in the consequences too.
"You—You stay away from me!"
Harvey, the one who had first shouted at David, trembled as he took a step back. It was only now that he realized what true talent looked like.
The spell that had just sent Barry flying was definitely a silent incantation. They were still reciting spells word by word in their fourth year, but David? He was effortlessly casting them without uttering a sound.
And the way he had defeated Barry with a single strike—it was clear that they were no match for him.
"What are you afraid of? He's just one person! If we attack together, we'll have the advantage!"
One of the Slytherins tried to rally his friends, his voice loud in an attempt to disguise his fear. But his trembling hands betrayed him.
Still, his words had an effect. The other three hesitated only for a second before pulling out their wands and aiming them at David.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Confringo!"
"Diffindo!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Bang!
The wizard who had shouted the loudest suddenly screamed as his abdomen exploded. Blood and torn organs splattered everywhere—some landing directly on his companions' faces.
Meanwhile, a shimmering magical shield surrounded David, absorbing all incoming spells and dispersing them like ripples in water.
Syphoning Energy.
A technique that not only absorbed the enemy's magic but also converted it into a protective shield while simultaneously enhancing David's next spell.
If he hadn't restrained his strength, the boy would have been blown to pieces.
After all, this was Hogwarts. Hurting people and killing them were two very different things.
"Ah! H-He's dead!"
"Quick! Go get a professor!"
The watching students erupted into a panic. School bullying wasn't uncommon, and many had been watching for entertainment. If they were familiar with the fight, they might have even stepped in to help. But no one had expected it to escalate like this.
Ignoring the Slytherin writhing on the ground, David turned his attention to the three who were still standing. With a flick of his wand, they were lifted into the air and flipped upside down.
Their tongues were stuck to the roofs of their mouths, rendering them unable to even beg for mercy.
They could only watch as David approached, step by step.
The psychological pressure was immense.
David raised his free hand, clenched it in the air, and with a swift motion, all five wands were ripped from their owners and flew into his grasp.
The invisible blade of magic sliced through the wands with ease, snapping them in half and exposing their damaged cores.
Useless.
Though the wands themselves were innocent, it was better for them to part ways with their incompetent masters.
David kept one of the broken wands, discarding the rest. Then, with a flick of his own wand, he transformed the half-broken wand into a solid wooden baseball bat.
Putting away his wand and gripping the bat in one hand, David strolled toward the upside-down Slytherins with a friendly smile.
He ignored the handful of students who had wanted to intervene but had lost the courage to do so.
Ever since arriving at Hogwarts, David had kept a relatively low profile. Aside from excelling in his studies, he had never done much to draw attention to himself.
Perhaps that was why people thought he was an easy target.
Perhaps that was why these fools had come knocking on his door.
Today, he would set the record straight.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered, patting one of them lightly on the face. "Take a deep breath. Yes, it'll be over soon."
After thinking for a moment, he decided to release their tongue-binding spell.
After all, what was the point of a lesson like this if he couldn't hear their screams?
Bang!
David swung the bat into the first boy's left arm.
A blood-curdling scream rang through the corridor. The Slytherin thrashed in midair, clutching his injured limb, his face pale with agony.
Bang!
David struck again, this time breaking the right arm that had been trying to shield the injury.
Next, he moved to the legs.
The fifth limb? He'd leave that alone—he still cared about his reputation, after all.
"Please! Please let us go!" one of the remaining two begged in desperation.
"We'll give you Galleons! We'll even be your subordinates!" another pleaded.
They would rather pass out like their fallen companions than endure this nightmare any longer.
David, of course, ignored them.
The baseball bat swung eight more times, the sound of bones breaking echoing through the corridor.
"Don't worry," David said, flashing them a reassuring smile. "You're all in this together. No one's getting left out."
Satisfied, he turned his attention to the one whose abdomen had been blown open earlier.
This time, he didn't bother with the bat. Instead, he simply raised his foot and stomped down.
To stop the bleeding, he forcefully transfigured the wound closed. As for what would happen next? That wasn't his problem. As long as they didn't die, it was fine.
If this weren't Hogwarts, the winged demons would have eaten their brains, and the bats would have feasted on their bodies by now.
"Mr. Adrian! I—I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
Barry, who had been pretending to be unconscious, suddenly scrambled to his feet, groveling at David's feet.
"It was Crabbe and Goyle! They told us to do this! I swear, it was all their idea! And Malfoy—he was behind it too!"
David sneered.
Without a word, he slammed the bat into Barry's mouth, knocking out several teeth.
"Swallow it."
His voice was calm. His expression, still smiling.
Barry didn't dare to disobey.
Even though he complied, he still had to receive the same "treatment" as the others.
Once he was done, David casually tossed the bloody baseball bat aside.
Now, he simply had to wait for the professors to arrive.
Self-defense or not, there would be consequences for what he had done.
And he was ready for them.
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