The day, students from other houses were surprised to find that there were signifitly fewer Slytherin wizards attending csses than usual. Even when asked what had happehose little snakes all kept their mouths shut with gloomy faces.

  How could they talk about it? Huh? If we tell you, it's not just you who'll be embarrassed, we'll be even more ashamed!

  At that moment, in the school infirmary, the spaside had obviously been expanded several times by an Uable Extension Charm. It was now filled with hospital beds, occupied by Slytherin wizards.

  After a night's rest and the effects of potions, plus the restraint Glen had shown, their injuries were almost healed. However, they still remained in the infirmary with sullen faces, pletely unwilling to move.

  They couldn't accept that so many of them had been taken down by a single Muggle-born first-year wizard.

  Now, every time they closed their eyes, they saw a e magnifying before them.

  That night, Glen had left an indelible shadow in their minds.

  A pent-up frustration in their hearts had o be released. Although they had beeed, they were still very unwilling to accept it.

  Damn it, is this what a wizard is? Which wizard uses a e to knock down a rge group of wizards with o each? Which wizard fly kieone several meters away? Which wizard deflect spells with cold ons? Which wizard use broken vase pieces as hidden ons to physically disarm others?!!!

  What kind of weird wizard is this? Would anyone believe it if we told them?

  They themselves didn't believe it. If it weren't for the lingering pain from their injuries and the fact that so many of them were lying in the infirmary, they truly wouldn't be sure if they had halluated.

  Moreover, they strongly doubted that even if they pio their parents, their parents wouldn't believe them.

  At this time, Glen had already been summoned by Dumbledore and was now drinking tea with Snape and Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

  "So, Glen, what exactly happe night?" Dumbledore finally couldn't help but ask. He pletely disbelieved that this i had nothing to do with Glen.

  Yesterday, all the Slytherins, injured or not, were in their on room, except for him. Even though Dumbledore knew Glen's whereabouts that night, as soon as he saw the marks on the faces and bodies of those injured Slytherin young wizards, he immediately identified the culprit.

  It was you, wasn't it?! It must have been you?!

  Throughout the entire history of Hogwarts, Glen's as st night were aremely explosive existence.

  Faced with the inquiry, Glen took a sip of tea and briefly reted the course of events, leaving both professors silent.

  inally thinking that a rge-scale brawl had occurred in Slytherin, it turned out to be a discrimination and bullying i?!

  As a result, the bullied party ended up beating up all the bullies?!

  This was unpreted, truly unpreted. Both professors were eye-opened.

  They had previously been somewhat worried about Glen being sorted into Slytherin given his Muggle-born status, but now it seemed...

  There was o worry about that at all! The ones who should be worried were the other little snakes, right? There were still several in the infirmary shivering and disoriented!

  Dumbledore didn't know how to speak to Glen for a moment. Should he fort or criticize?

  To fort him? Being unweled by the entire house was indeed distressing, but did Glen care?

  To criticize him then? Damn it, most of Slytherin ganged up on Glen, and out of self-defense, he khem all down. Not to mention that those people even used magic. Heaven knows how anyone else could have survived fag so many different spells.

  Snape was about to die of anger. He knew Glen's background, but even if Glen was truly gifted, for such a rge Slytherin house, with so many people attag together, to not cause him even a bit of harm - this was too ridiculous!

  What were you doing?! Huh?!

  Although Glen was also a member of Slytherin, Sill felt ashamed for those little snakes.

  In the end, Dumbledore still didn't say anything more. After a long silence, he sighed and finally said that for the sake of the Slytherin snakes' face, Glen should not tell others, and the him go.

  "I will help you suppress the subsequent impact of this i. Iure... I believe that after this lesson, the young Slytherin wizards will not make the same mistake again. Glen, don't hold grudges against them. If it really doesn't work out... I'll transfer you to Gryffindor."

  Snape: ?

  Old fool, your true colors are finally showing!

  His face darkened even more than before, and with a snort, he pushed open the door of the headmaster's office.

  "Glen, e with me," he said coldly.

  Glen o Dumbledore, indig farewell, and then stood up to follow.

  In silence all the way, the two slowly arrived at the school infirmary.

  Snape pushed open the door with a bang. The little snakes inside, seeing him and Glen following behind, fell even more silent than before in the already quiet infirmary.

  Seeing their cowardly appearance, Snape became even angrier, and coldly sneered: "Well... well, look at you, huh? So many people, fighting one first-year, and still lost? Is this ylory?"

  He approached, starting to release venom without cooldown, making the little snakes' faces even more unsightly.

  Someone plucked up the ce and shouted defiantly: "What kind of wizard is he? If he's got the guts, let him e and duel with us properly using wands!"

  Seeing someone speak up for them, others immediately started to cmor as well.

  "Yeah, yeah!" "That's right!" "I sed that!"

  Snape was even more amused. He knew clearly Glen's true abilities. Even he had to get serious to be able to suppress Gle alohese young wizards who couldn't even cast spells properly?

  Sared at those who had just spoken with a mirthless smile.

  "Mr. Hawthorne has told me the entire process. Use those troll-like brains of yours to think, with so many of you using spells together, you couldn't even graze his clothes. In a real wizard duel, could you even hit him?" he sneered ominously.

  The little snakes who had just spoken turned from green to pale, obviously well aware of this point.

  But they just couldn't accept it. Beien up, they had to save faehht?

  Especially the senior wizards, they still had many powerful spells they hadn't used yet. If they had used them, this damned Hawthorne would have been half-dead if not pletely!

  What kind of wizard is that Hawthorne kid? Pung and kig, is that what a wizard should be like?

  This is heresy! We orthodox shouldn't be polite with him! Let's all attack together!

  "Alright," Glen calmly replied at this moment. "Those who want to duel e find me in the library at any time during the weekend. You choose the venue yourselves."

  "But I hope that after the duel, if I win, the other party won't e to bother me anymore. I'm giving you a ce to prove your blood glory."

  After speaking, Glen o Snape.

  "I will make you uand that it's strength that should be valued most, not bloodline," he said decisively, leaving without looking back, leaving behind people with various expressions in the infirmary.

  Snape smiled. He knew what Glen wao do now. If you want to quickly unite a group, the best way is to create a on enemy.

  So this is how you want to pensate, Glen.

  ......

  Not really.

  Glen simply wao resolve this matter quickly and not be bothered anymore.

  He didn't have time to deal with these annoying people. Wouldn't it be better to spend more time training and apanying Hermione?

  He headed straight for the library as soon as he left.

  If you want to find the little girl during free time, going to the library is definitely n.

  "Why are you so te? And what happened in your house?" Hermione had arrived at the library early to save seats for both of them, with several thick books piled in front of her. Seeing Glen arrive, she immediately raised her questions.

  Usually, they would meet in the dining hall and then e to the library together, but today she hadn't see all, which made her a bit worried.

  Faced with the little girl's inquiry, Glen reted everything that happe night iail, selectively fetting Dumbledore's request for secrecy.

  The little girl suddenly stood up and smmed the table, "How could they be so eous!" She was given a fierce gre by Madam Pince, and Hermione apologized softly in embarrassment before sitting back down.

  After carefully examining Glen's body and seeing that he wasn't injured, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

  "There won't be any trouble afterwards, right? After all, most of those Slytherins have unusual backgrounds," Hermione frowned. She and Glen had thin background and influeer all. Although they were at Hogwarts, they still couldn't escape the scope of the wizarding world. Although she didn't want to admit it, those pureblood families indeed had a lot of influence.

  "It's fine, don't worry," Glen uood clearly. Even if those people dissatisfied told their elders about this, the retaliatory as of those families would at most be some small moves behind the ses. They wouldn't lower themselves to this level, nor would they have time to deal with a first-year wizard.

  Moreover, those who were beaten up didn't have the face to tell others about this.

  This rge group of people was beaten down by a blind twelve-year-old. If this got out, would they still have any face?

  Slytherin's face would be pletely lost!

  Ever since Glen had just issued them a challehose little snakes had reigheir desire flory.

  Now, it's our turn! You're just a measly first-year wizard, what you do against us?

  We might not be able to beat you physically, but surely we pletely defeat you in spells, which we excel at?!

  You 't possibly defeat me instantly, you? If in the uping duel, you instantly defeat me, a pure-blooded wizard, I'll eat this wand on the spot!

  I swear on Merlin's underpants!