Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

But it was at this time...

"Okay, that's it."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the stairs.

Ryan turned his head and saw a wizard wearing the robe of the Snake Court wizard coming out.

He looked much older than Ryan, wearing a green scarf, with pale skin and brown-black hair.

In addition to the college badge, there was another badge on his chest, a silver shield badge with green enamel filling on the edge.

The emblem has a 'P' in the center, with a snake underneath, symbolizing Slytherin.

Ryan knew what it was.

"Prefect?"

P stands for Prefect, which means the best student.

That was the badge belonging to a Hogwarts prefect.

"Yes."

The wizard said proudly, "McCall Dolohov, fifth-year prefect."

He looked at the little wizards of the Snake Court around him, then looked at Ryan, with the same disgust in his eyes: "This farce ends here, Ryan Elias."

He looked at Ryan's left hand - the hand Ryan had used to crush Malfoy's spell just now.

Even he didn't understand how Ryan did it.

but...

"You may indeed possess outstanding magical talent."

"But you must learn to respect tradition and the great pure-blood families."

He whispered, "You should know that the wizards you just humiliated all have great bloodlines - including the children of the 12 members of the Hogwarts Board of Directors. They only need one word..."

The threat in his words was very clear.

But he didn't expect that after hearing these words.

"This is where the problem lies."

Ryan grinned, revealing a sunny smile.

"I can understand the source of your arrogance."

"Your bloodline is ancient, so your family and ancestors may have great wealth, fame, influence and power, but..."

As the words fell, Ryan drew out his wand for the first time since arriving in the lounge.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Michaul Dolohov.

"This is Hogwarts, sir."

His words were quiet, yet powerful.

"Bloodline, wealth, fame, influence, power, should not be important here..."

He said it softly.

This was exactly what the Big Four expected of Hogwarts when it was first established.

"This is the cradle of magic."

"The only thing that matters here is magic itself."

After a moment of surprise, McCall Dolohov revealed a sneer of disdain and even humiliation.

"Are you challenging me? You want to hex me? The best wizard in Slytherin's fifth year?"

He didn't hide his disgusted expression: "You ignorant mudblood, what are you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because as soon as he said this, he saw light emanating from the tip of Ryan's wand.

Ryan, who was only eleven years old, had short arms and could not raise his wand very high.

But at this moment, the light surrounding the tip of the wand was brighter than ever before.

It was a faint blue light, like the radiance of stars.

That is a higher and farther perspective, that is a more dazzling magic!

The next moment, the dark blue starlight at the tip of the wand poured out like the Milky Way.

The magnificent starlight surrounded the body of Michaul Dolohov.

At this moment, McCall Dolohov seemed to have an illusion - he felt that the little wizard standing in front of him seemed to have turned into an unattainable, huge starry sky.

He felt his own insignificance and the fear that inevitably rose in his heart.

He seemed to hear the starry sky shining and roaring at him.

"Down!"

"Boom."

And so, Michaul Dolohov fell to the ground.

Chapter 33 He Just Fell Asleep, Professor!

In the Slytherin common room.

The little snakes who had gathered at the stairs to watch the excitement stared at Michaul Dolohov who had fallen to the ground with wide eyes.

They looked at Ryan who put away his wand as if they were looking at a fire dragon or a manticore with a human head and a lion's body.

"McCall, he actually...what kind of spell is that!?"

Admittedly, they had heard some rumors about Ryan during this time—the most outstanding talent among this year's freshmen, whose performance far surpassed that of the boy who survived the disaster.

But there is no doubt that Ryan's performance tonight was beyond their expectations.

Without using his wand, he reached out and crushed Malfoy's spell, like a giant or a dragon.

And if that's not enough, look at the prefect lying on the ground.

MacColl Dolohov became a prefect not only because of his family, but also because he was indeed an excellent wizard.

His grades were already good enough for him to get an O in most of his OWLs, and he was one of the best students in Slytherin's fifth year.

But such a wizard who could be called a role model of a pure-blood family fell in front of them... He couldn't even utter a spell in front of the wand of a first-year student.

Even the senior students were like this, not to mention the young Slytherin wizards who were still on the 'battlefield'.

At this moment, all of them looked pale.

They didn't know what spell Ryan used to knock McCall down, but they all knew... if Ryan turned around and cast that spell on them, they would also fall to the ground and their lives would be unknown.

"you you..."

Draco Malfoy's lips pursed.

He seemed to be trying hard to say something, but he felt his legs were weak and his lips were out of control.

He ultimately failed to utter a single word, causing the entire common room to fall into silence.

But soon, the silence was broken.

“It’s amazing.”

Ryan heard the rustling of the wizard's robe and the sound of the lounge door opening.

He turned around and saw Severus Snape, dressed in black, walking in from the door.

He looked down at Ryan, his pale face shadowed by the candlelight in the common room.

Ryan could smell a pungent odor coming from him.

But at this moment, Ryan also noticed the witch next to Snape - Pansy Parkinson.

Only then did Ryan realize that he had not seen the little witch since he started dueling with the Slytherin freshmen.

Apparently, she had taken advantage of the chaos to leave the common room and fetch the Head of Slytherin.

At this time, after seeing the miserable plight of the Slytherin little wizards in the lounge.

Pansy Parkinson covered her mouth in surprise and looked at Ryan with wide eyes in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Snape continued to speak.

"Having a fifth-year prefect lying on the ground to decorate the tiles... Mr. Elias, perhaps I should applaud you?"

Each syllable of his words was deliberately prolonged. "Or, you should explain to me why the Slytherin common room became a circus tent?"

"I'm afraid Miss Parkinson has already told you, Professor."

But facing his questioning, Ryan met his gaze without flinching: "Malfoy... Oh, and several other gentlemen called me a mudblood. This is a malicious insult, so I also followed the ancient tradition of the wizarding world - a fair duel to teach them a lesson."

"fair?"

Snape said carefully.

His expression seemed to become a little strange at a certain moment - perhaps when he heard Ryan say the word "Mudblood".

Then he looked at Crabbe, who had fallen and was bruised, the new student at the Serpent Academy who still looked frightened, and McCall Dolohov, who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

"I'm afraid that's not the case."

He sneered, and his drawn-out tone suddenly tightened: "Mr. Elias."

"Dumbledore gave you the opportunity to join four houses at once, and you clearly took advantage of it incorrectly."

"It seems the Sorting Hat's judgment was correct—reckless, arrogant, cunning, stubborn... you truly embody the worst of the four houses."

After he finished speaking, Ryan grinned and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

"..."

Then, Snape's expression froze for a moment.

He had almost never encountered such a student.