Chapter 49: Standing Against Many

Marcus froze completely, staring at Chu Yang with a look of utter disbelief. “You’re just a first-year student; where did you learn that spell?”

“It’s all written in the books, isn’t it?” Chu Yang sneered coldly. “Besides the Disarming Charm, I also know the Petrification Curse you just mentioned.”

Realizing things were going badly, Marcus shouted urgently, “Stop him quickly!”

Harper immediately drew his wand, ready to cast a spell on Chu Yang. But the moment he pulled out his wand, a flash of light struck it precisely, knocking it from his hand.

Another wand flew through the air.

“How are you casting spells so fast? Even fifth-year students can’t cast spells this quickly!” Harper shouted in panic, drawing the attention of the older students nearby.

Some of them watched cautiously.

Others quickly stepped forward to assist Harper and Marcus.

If word got out that two upperclassmen were disarmed by a first-year, their pride would be utterly shattered—especially since it was by a non-pureblood wizard.

What had been a spectacle for the senior students quickly turned serious as one after another drew their wands, preparing to unleash Disarming Charms at Chu Yang.

But something chilling happened—the moment anyone intended to act, Chu Yang’s Disarming Charm struck their wands within a second, hitting with unerring accuracy every single time.

At that moment, Chu Yang seemed to foresee the future.

In just twenty seconds, a pile of wands lay scattered across the floor of the common room.

“That first-year cast over a dozen Disarming Charms in such a short span—no adult wizard could muster that much magic!”

“His casting speed is even faster than those who’ve passed their O.W.L. exams!”

Exclamations erupted from the crowd. They had come expecting this non-pureblood to embarrass himself, but instead witnessed something that overturned all their assumptions.

Marcus and Harper, who had instigated this, were filled with regret.

“I told you, besides the Disarming Charm, I also know the Petrification Curse,” Chu Yang flashed a devilish smile. He had no intention of letting them off so easily; this was not the outcome he desired.

Chu Yang hated trouble and loathed persistent, nagging enemies. The best solution was to hurt them enough to end the conflict once and for all.

Hearing the words “Petrification Curse,” the senior students who had been ready to strike at Chu Yang were thrown into a panic.

“Run!” Marcus yelled, then turned and sprinted toward the exit of the common room.

The others followed, flustered and reckless, knocking over numerous decorations. The once elegant hall was instantly transformed into a chaotic mess.

But no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the wand in Chu Yang’s hand.

Several flashes of light soared through the air, and the senior students led by Marcus froze stiff, unable to move—only their eyes blinking faintly.

“Aren’t you gentlemen supposed to be in class?” Chu Yang said coldly to the watching upperclassmen, his words carrying a warning. “If you’re late, our house will lose points again.”

His icy tone sank like frost into their hearts. The “upperclassmen” dared not linger any longer and hurried toward the exit.

This freshman, strong as a monster, was clearly beyond their ability to handle. If they didn’t run now, they might as well become statues.

Soon, the Slytherin common room was left with only a group of boys frozen like sculptures.

“I just wanted to quietly study magic,” Chu Yang sighed, shaking his head helplessly. “Why does it have to be so difficult? No matter how I look at it, it’s all that old Dumbledore’s fault...”

For the secret knowledge in the library’s restricted section, no matter what plans Dumbledore had for him, Chu Yang could only grit his teeth and accept it.

Muttering complaints, Chu Yang stepped over the wands they’d dropped as he walked out.

Click... click...

Hearing the sounds, Marcus and the others grimaced in pain. At this moment, Chu Yang’s retreating figure left a deep shadow in their minds.

Once again, a Slytherin student was absent from breakfast in the Great Hall.

Only this time, it was an upperclassman instead of a freshman.

Snape sensed trouble brewing but did not dwell on it. As always, he returned to the Potions classroom to prepare for his lesson.

Yet what followed confirmed his uneasy premonition.

More students were absent from classes—and they were from Slytherin. After class, Snape left the room with a dark expression.

No sooner had the morning lessons ended than Chu Yang was summoned to the headmaster’s office.

Snape, looking grim, had been waiting there for some time.

The moment the two met in the headmaster’s office, the atmosphere thickened with tension.

“Mr. Chu Yang, can you tell me—are you taking revenge on those students, or on me?”

It was only the third day of school, yet Slytherin was already plagued by mass absenteeism.

And the instigator was none other than Chu Yang.

Snape’s face was ashen, his anger trembling in his voice, cold as if thawed from an ice cellar. “In all my years as head of Slytherin, nothing like this has ever happened.”

Chu Yang looked into Snape’s slightly reddened eyes, his tone sincere. “I’m sorry, Professor Snape. I just want to live peacefully each day, but the environment won’t allow it. Perhaps you should speak with Headmaster Dumbledore; transferring houses might be more practical.”

Snape snorted coldly. He knew full well that Dumbledore had deliberately placed Chu Yang in Slytherin and somewhat understood Dumbledore’s intentions.

Though Dumbledore warned Chu Yang, he secretly enjoyed watching Chu Yang teach those arrogant Slytherin students a lesson.

Moreover, Hogwarts tradition had no precedent for transfers. Once the Sorting Hat placed a student, that was for life.

“Mr. Chu Yang, transferring houses is impossible. Hogwarts has never had such a case.”

Dumbledore first corrected Chu Yang’s tone, then addressed Snape. “Although Chu Yang used the Petrification Curse on those students, we understand it was the upperclassmen who provoked him first.”

“Professor Snape, I believe Slytherin needs to improve its discipline. A group of older students bullying a freshman is hardly honorable.”

Snape’s neck veins bulged with fury. He suddenly recalled what he had said to Chu Yang in Potions class—not expecting Chu Yang to so swiftly prove him wrong.

The noise had been loud—probably heard throughout the entire school.

Adjusting his glasses, Dumbledore spoke gravely, “The Petrification Curse is not particularly dangerous. Let this matter end here. If any students have complaints, they can come to me. I doubt anyone would dare.”

Looking at the whole situation, the key point was that the upperclassmen had initiated the conflict.

Therefore, no one could accuse Chu Yang of merely defending himself.

Snape had no choice but to swallow his humiliation and quickly take his leave.