80 80. After Beating The Younger One, The Older One Comes

History of Magic class

Today, we will be learning about the fantasy history that has been shaped by both humans and magical animals.

Unfortunately, Cuthbert Binns was neither engaging nor captivating in his teaching. As a result, half of the class fell asleep, and the other half were left daydreaming. Even Miss Granger, who usually paid close attention during lectures, couldn't resist her restlessness and struggled to focus.

"Wayne..." she gently pulled on Wayne's robe and whispered, "Is it alright to leave those people hanging?"

"Do you think Snape will give you any trouble?"

"He tends to protect his favorites."

Hermione held Wayne's hand tightly, feeling a mixture of fear and unease, yet chose not to let go.

Wayne nodded with satisfaction, noticing a small improvement in progress.

"Have you ever seen me lose? Snape's tactics are nothing more than using his sharp tongue, deducting points, or assigning detention."

"It was the Slytherin students who instigated the conflict this time, and my House is not one to back down."

Reminds me of the time when Professor Sprout displayed her authority in front of Dumbledore.

Wayne couldn't help but smile.

What a sense of security.

As the news of the incident in the corridor spread, the Hufflepuff students grew more furious.

Dean Sprout was livid.

A few older students from the fifth and sixth years had ambushed the first-year newcomers, displaying their shamelessness.

"Don't worry, Wayne. We will help you seek revenge!"

Patrick, the seventh-year male prefect, clenched his fists as he spoke, and the rest of the students around him nodded in agreement.

After the altercation on the Quidditch field, the Hufflepuff students seemed to have awakened a newfound fierceness.

Do you rely on fighting to solve your problems?

"You mustn't instigate anything," Wayne quickly advised. "Additionally, be cautious and avoid acting alone. It's best to work together with a group of people."

"In case the Slytherins attempt to cause trouble for you, we can outnumber them and give them a taste of their own medicine."

"I'm afraid I won't let them succeed!" Cedric said indignantly. "I learned some dueling skills from my father over the summer, but I'm worried I won't be able to apply them effectively."

"Don't go looking for trouble!" Wayne scolded, patting Cedric's head. "We Hufflepuffs are known for our kindness, so let's not initiate any unnecessary conflicts."

"This is a grudge between me and Slytherin. We shouldn't make things difficult for Dean."

Upon hearing this, the little badgers looked at Wayne with admiration.

"What a nice person!"

To avoid causing trouble for the college and the dean, he would rather face the entire Slytherin College alone.

"No!"

They want to protect kind-hearted Wayne!

Confused by the little badger suddenly catching fire for no reason, Wayne felt a little dizzy.

No, he is trying to stop the fight, not start one!

In the afternoon, the whole school was in chaos.

Compared to the Slytherins who initiated the sneak attack, the little badgers were much more capable. They would brandish their wands in front of someone, only to act puzzled and throw away the spell before running off.

And the spells they used weren't too powerful.

Their front teeth were like sticks, their mouths grinning as they spat out slugs.

These prankish curses taught people a lesson without causing harm.

Wayne's provocation had made the Slytherins equally angry.

Usually, Slytherin fights against Gryffindor, but Hufflepuff can step in at any time.

They seek revenge!

They must take severe revenge!

In just one afternoon and during dinner time, Wayne was attacked four or five times.

Not surprising.

There were also several Slytherin students hiding in the corridors and on the ceilings of the classrooms.

Professor McGonagall was almost driven to madness. The scores of both colleges were dropping at an alarming rate.

When it was time for dinner, a funny scene unfolded on the scoreboard.

The Ravenclaws burst into laughter.

There were only a few gemstones left representing the other three houses, with Ravenclaw standing out.

This year's Academy Cup seemed to be guaranteed for them.

Although he didn't care too much, who doesn't appreciate some free honor?

In the seat of honor, Snape's face was as dark as water: "Sprout, take care of the students in your college, and don't mistake our tolerance for condonation."

He had become Hufflepuff's disciplinary officer, searching the castle for students cursed by other little badgers and hung up by Wayne.

Although there were some unlucky little badgers, their numbers were few.

Simply because they followed Wayne's "teachings."

Never act alone, always in pairs, at the very least.

They had learned from Slytherin's experience.

The senior students looked after the juniors, and the juniors would seek out crowded places when they saw the seniors.

After a guerrilla war, Slytherin suffered heavy losses and Hufflepuff emerged victorious.

This fully proved the truth that there is strength in numbers.

Professor Sprout also had a worried expression after hearing Snape's warning.

Although Hufflepuff had the advantage now, it was Slytherin who had initiated the conflict after all. Your students seem to be seeking trouble first. This tone implies that you blame the good kids in our college.

Without delay, despite the camaraderie between colleagues, she interrupted and stated, "My students are excelling. Professor Snape should provide additional lessons to his students."

"The fifth and sixth-grade students cannot triumph over a new student. If news of this spreads, you, as the dean, will be held responsible."

Attempting to ease the tension, the wise old man, Flitwick, attempted to reconcile, but Snape had already breached the defenses. He scoffed in anger, rose abruptly, and departed.

Even in this circumstance, Professor Sprout did not forget to deliver another blow. "I neglected to mention, Professor Snape, there are some issues with the making of these particular batches of wolf-shaped aconite and mantle grass, and less than half the amount has been produced."

Snape tensed up, then quickened his pace, mentally cursing Sprout for her lack of integrity in their professional dealings.

It truly became an obstacle for him!

You see, Sprout's herb greenhouse is Snape's supplier. He uses the materials for his purposes and provides them to students for classroom use.

The bulk of the materials is produced and sold within the college.

If we were to purchase them from an outside source, even with the support of twelve school directors and donations from the Ministry of Magic, they could not sustain such a significant demand.

This is merely a student conflict, and Sprout is utilizing this tactic to deal with Snape.

This has greatly unsettled Snape, but there is nothing he can do about it.

What is happening in this world?

Could it be possible that Hufflepuff is defeating Slytherin?

"Pomona..." Flitwick smiled bitterly. "There's no need to go to this extent, right?"

"We are all colleagues. It's not good to have too much tension."

"I understand, Filius." Sprout returned to his usual kindness when dealing with others. "I'm just making him uncomfortable for a few days. It won't delay the students' Potions class."

"Who asked him to bully Lawrence? Do you think Hufflepuff has no temper?"

Sprout snorted lightly and changed the topic on her own.

The day passed quickly, yet the storm still did not subside. Professor McGonagall's suppression only made everyone's actions more subtle. Throughout the day, Wayne defeated more than a dozen people. There were also a few familiar faces from yesterday.

He was impressed by their perseverance and tenacity, so he decided to increase the intensity. Not only did he hang it on the ceiling, but he also included several jinxes for free.

At night, Cedric stopped Wayne as he tried to leave the lounge.

"Are you still going to Snape's class?"

"Why wouldn't I go?" Wayne was surprised. "I've even paid the tuition."

"What if he retaliates against you?" Cedric advised. "Why not reconsider? If you have any questions, you can ask everyone. Many people have good grades in Potions class."

"Yes, Wayne, Snape will take the opportunity to avenge his students."

"What if he casts a spell on you?"

"Let's not go."

The other Hufflepuffs also expressed their concern and advised Wayne.

"Don't worry, everyone." Wayne comforted them. "Although Snape is unreasonable, doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene, and his words are worse than the sound of a mandrake, he is still a professor. I don't think he would take action against a little wizard like me."

Wayne's potion skills had improved rapidly in the past two days, and he had been looking forward to showing off to Snape and seeing his shocked expression. How could he not go?

"But..." Cedric wanted to say something else, but Wayne had already seized the opportunity to slip out, leaving Cedric with no choice but to give up.

Around eight o'clock, Wayne arrived at Snape's office confidently. He didn't even knock on the door, but simply pushed it open and walked in.

Unusually, Snape wasn't engrossed in a newspaper as he usually was. Instead, he looked directly at Wayne.

"You came."

"I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I've paid all the tuition fees." Wayne looked at him with disbelief. "Are you trying to default on the bill?"

Snape choked and took a long time to regain his composure.

"What are you going to teach me today?" Wayne went to the console he usually used and noticed there was no material on it, which confused him.

Snape slowly stood up and positioned his hands horizontally on either side. The lockers, operating tables, and various debris in the classroom quickly disappeared, and the space suddenly expanded. In an instant, the office was empty, resembling the size of a football field.

"Today's class is not Potions, but Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Snape's mouth twitched slightly, a playful look on his face.

"Are you skilled in combat? Use the magic spell I created to hang my students on the wall."

"Lawrence, I have yet to ask you, where did you learn to hang the Dangling Jinx?"

Snape examined Wayne intently. In his day, Dangling Jinx was popular, and Snape took pride in it. However, as more people were imprisoned in Azkaban, it lost its charm.

Those who can master this spell are either former Death Eaters or part of James Potter's group.

"You can come up with such a simple spell just by thinking about it. Do you need someone else to teach you?"

Occlumency was silently activated, and Wayne fearlessly locked eyes with Snape.

There's nothing wrong with his statement. Even if he doesn't receive the Dangling Jinx through the system rewards, he can easily use it based on his talent.

"It was Slytherin who opened my eyes to the younger generation."

"Bitingly sarcastic."

Hearing his masterpiece belittled, Snape's expression briefly flashed anger, but he couldn't deny that Wayne had the ability.

Whoosh!

The wand appeared in his hand.

"Lawrence, this will be a free dueling lesson for you."

Holding the wand, Snape's aura also subtly changed. The change, from the previous gloomy state, suddenly became upright.

"Professor, are you sure you want to fight me?" Wayne also smiled playfully. "If you lose to me, will your dignity be ruined?"

He glanced at his panel.

[Host: Wayne Lawrence

Magic: 1.3

Has mastered the spells: Shattering Curse, Chain Lightning, Shield of Aegis, Disarming Curse, Patronus Charm, Fiendfyre...(omitted)

Strength evaluation: Professor level (all talents fully activated)]

In terms of magic, Wayne has surpassed Snape. Even though it was only 0.3, Snape was not an ordinary person. The magic power in his body was at least several times that of an ordinary adult wizard. In terms of strength evaluation and normal strength, he has also reached the professor level. When his talents are fully activated, he is still at the professor level, but he will be much stronger. After all, the division of power in the magical world is too blurry, and the painting style of the three Dumbledores is not that of the world at all. This is why everyone fears and respects Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and the Dark Lord. These three people are no longer wizards who can be dealt with by a small team of Aurors. Wayne is unsure about his current strength positioning.

Snape's intervention came at the right time. He is not an ordinary professor. If he is not hurt by love, maybe there will be a third Dark Lord in the magic world.

"Crazy brat..." Snape, who was always ready to fight, was indifferent to Wayne's provocation. He must deal with this brat today.

"That's as you wish." Wayne also took out his wand. "You should know the etiquette of dueling, Lawrence. Come on, bow." Snape bowed slowly, and Wayne did the same. Their movements were almost synchronized. The moment they stood up, their wands were quickly aimed at each other. Snape's casting speed was slightly slower, which was intentional. He felt that it was a bit too low-priced to fight against a first-grade kid in a duel. Even though he was facing Wayne Lawrence, a genius who, in Dumbledore's words, was not inferior to Voldemort. Snape, who had enough time to wait for a counterspell, saw Wayne's ferocious smile, the familiar swing of the wand, and the emerald green light. The original calmness disappeared and turned into a numb scalp.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Wayne frantically shouted a spell that made everyone in the wizarding world fearful!

"Serpensortia!"

Snape went crazy and summoned a python at top speed to firmly protect himself. The Killing Curse cannot be protected by the Iron Armor Curse and can only be blocked by physical objects. This python came out as a substitute for death. He never dreamed that Wayne wanted to go to Azkaban to further his studies. Do you think you are the Dark Lord?!

Boom! Boom!

Snape, who was about to go all out to subdue Wayne, froze in place. The python used as a human shield did not die. The green curse hit it and turned into fireworks and exploded.

Fake...

Fake?

"Professor, why are you so nervous?" Wayne showed an innocent smile. "I'm a Hufflepuff, how could I attack my professor with the Unforgivable Curse? I was just trying to liven up the atmosphere."

Snape went completely crazy, with red areas in his eyes. Powerful magic burst out from the tip of his wand, and in an instant, it turned into three spells and struck Wayne.

"No one can save you today!

"Lawrence!"