Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 50 (Updated) I mean, all of you here are trash!

But Flint didn't expect that Harry also wanted to teach these Slytherins a lesson.

He is arrogant, conceited, and high-handed...

Bah, do you think you are worthy?
It really brings shame to the Slytherin family of 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's being pushed away with a wand, but it's actually an armor protection spell.

"Silent spellcasting?" The crowd watching was stunned.

No one expected that Harry would have this skill that only adult wizards could have.

"What are you still standing there for?" Flint roared. Even without his wand, he still had a strong body that he was proud of.

The Porter on the opposite side is just a little first-grade kid. As long as we get closer to him, everything will be fine!
However, he had just taken two steps when he found his body floating uncontrollably.

"Expelliarmus!"

Ron's wand also emitted a beam of light, successfully disarming the senior student behind Flint who was pointing his wand at Harry.

The wand spun and flew into Ron's hand, and Seamus and Neville behind him shouted "cool" together.

"Oh my God, Ron, how did you do that?" Neville asked in a low but rapid voice.

It was obvious that he also wanted to be like Ron.

"Harry taught me all that," said Ron proudly.

"Ronald!" Hermione growled, "Can you please focus on the other side? For God's sake, we are still fighting!"

Ron finally came to his senses and hurriedly dodged the evil curse fired at him by the senior students opposite.

He was only in the first grade and had never learned the armor protection spell.

This cannot be blamed too much on him. In fact, in today's British wizarding world, many adult wizards, even Aurors, are unable to fully cast the Armor Protection Charm.

This is second only to American police going out on patrol without guns.

But Neville behind him was unlucky. He was hit by magic and his body stiffened and he fell straight to the ground.

"Oh, poor Neville." Ron, with lingering fear, cast a spell on the classmate, disarming the other's wand.

Even though the students on the opposite side are all fifth graders, their magic level is really hard to describe.

The three-person team had never practiced coordinating in battle, but even so, with Harry, who had more 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 felt complicated and was not happy with the result.

Why the hell is Hogwarts like this?

A sixth grade student, not to mention not knowing how to protect himself with armor, couldn't even beat a young wizard who had only received one month of training...

Are all fifth graders nowadays so useless?

Harry remembered that when he was in fifth grade, he was already able to fight against three Fire Ash Snakes independently and with ease.

Compared to these sixth graders, it’s so much better.

"Finite!" Harry pointed his wand at Neville and cast a spell to remove the curse for him.

Neville then got up from the floor, rubbed the back of his head which was hurt by the knock, and grumbled to Ron for not reminding him.

"Dude, it happened so suddenly." Ron said apologetically, "I didn't expect the spell to hit you."

"Potter! Let us down!" Flint's voice rang out.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said leisurely, "I didn't expect you Slytherins to be so weak." There were seven Slytherin sixth-years who stood up for Pansy. Two of them were floating in the air, and five were lying straight on the ground.

"Apologize to Hermione," said Harry.

"Don't even think about making me apologize to that stinky little mudblood!" Flint was suspended in the air, his mouth still hard.

Harry's face turned cold.

As Harry waved his 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." Harry shrugged. "From your behavior, I can tell how terrible your family is."

"How dare you insult the Flint family! You will pay the price for this!" Flint said gritting his teeth.

"You can't stand it?" Harry bent down and said with pity, "When you insult others, why don't you think about the price of doing so? In my opinion, only a rubbish wizard family can cultivate a rubbish wizard like you..."

"stop!"

A clear voice sounded from the outskirts of the crowd, interrupting Harry's next words.

The crowd parted to make way, and Slytherin prefect Gemma Farley walked in, carrying a book.

"What's going on?" Senior Farley looked around seriously.

"Miss Farley, this is it..."

Immediately, a Slytherin classmate came forward and began to tell her what had happened, exaggerating the whole story.

"So, Flint, Boll, Derek!" Senior Farley's voice was filled with anger: "You six-year students were defeated by three first-year Gryffindor students?"

"Look at you! Flint! Your family will be disgraced because of you!" she scolded again.

"Ms. Farley, Potter insulted my family..."

Before Flint could finish his words, he was interrupted by Senior Farley.

"Shut up!" Senior 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 can deduct House points from other students as punishment for breaking the rules.

Likewise, they can also put students in solitary confinement.

All the Slytherin students were stunned. They didn't expect that their prefect would deduct Slytherin's house points.

Are your elbows bent outward?

But Gemma also knew her own suffering. If it was a conflict between lower grade students, it would be fine, but this was a sixth grade student bullying a first grade student. If it happened to the professor, it would not be solved by just deducting 20 points.

What's more, Marcus Flint and Pansy Parkinson openly insulted Gryffindor students as Mudbloods, which is a very bad word.

"You are a fair prefect," Harry said as he saluted to Senior Farley. "If there is nothing else, we will go back first."

"Please stop, Mr. Potter."

Senior Farley called out to Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Excuse me, is there anything else you can do for me?"

Senior 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 this chapter)