HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

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Before Marcus could make a sound, Glenn's cane struck him down, rendering him unconscious.

"I've heard you out. Does anyone else have something to say?" He calmly repositioned his cane and surveyed the room, waiting for any response.

As Marcus's body slowly collapsed with a vivid red mark from the cane across his face, all the snakes froze for three or four seconds. Only when a young witch screamed did they finally process what had just happened.

How dare he do this to a pure-blood?!

"How dare you!" The burly students who had been standing behind Marcus immediately charged forward in rage, rolling up their sleeves as they surrounded him.

But in that instant, Glenn activated his heightened senses, and information about his surroundings flooded his mind.

Glenn moved faster than them - he wasn't in the habit of waiting for others to attack first. The optimal solution was to incapacitate opponents before they could harm him.

Ducking, stepping in, advancing - to everyone else's eyes, Glenn seemed to vanish from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already at the side of the frontmost attacker. His cane struck like a shadow at the person's neck, instantly knocking them unconscious. The attacker's eyes rolled back as they collapsed mid-charge.

The others were stunned.

When did he get there?!

But they didn't stop, still rushing in together.

Neither did Glenn halt his movements. He sidestepped one person's lunge, released his cane, letting it spin half a turn in the air from the previous strike's momentum. Grabbing the tip, he swung without looking, the handle striking the flying attacker's back of the head. They immediately lost consciousness, face-planting and rolling into a sofa.

Spinning, changing position, caught between two attackers' pincer movement, he dodged a punch, blocked a kick, hooked his cane handle behind one's neck while driving his right knee upward!

The powerful knee strike instantly knocked them out, sending them flying backward with white eyes and blood trickling from their nose and mouth.

Using his forward momentum, Glenn effortlessly neutralized the last attacker's offense, rotating half-turn in mid-air, landing sideways and immediately pushing off the ground. While his opponent was still off-balance, he delivered a stepping side kick straight to the stomach.

Glenn's explosive power was far beyond what these students could handle. The burly attacker flew back several meters, crashing through a table before curling up on the ground, groaning in pain and clutching his stomach.

These children posed no real threat to him, but Glenn was careful to avoid their vital points while ensuring they wouldn't die, though he didn't hold back his strength.

After all, with magical healing, they would recover as long as they didn't die - no need to worry about damaging his human punching bags.

After clearing out the first wave of attacking snakes, Glenn resumed his stance, spinning his cane in his left hand before planting it firmly again.

"Blood! They're bleeding!" The Slytherin girls screamed as the fallen students leaked blood from their mouths or noses.

The remaining boys were both shocked and enraged. After a second of silence, they charged forward with a roar!

Though only slightly more challenging, it was still an increase in difficulty. Well then, they would make up for his lost training time today.

Glenn unconsciously revealed a slight smile.

As the snakes swarmed him, directly breaking through the crowd wouldn't be practical. Glenn swiftly retreated, kicking over a chair and launching it into the air. A spinning kick sent it crashing into the crowd, bowling over several snakes. Without looking behind him, he swung his cane in a full arc, striking down a snake trying to sneak up on him.

Ducking, advancing, dodging a kick, Glenn single-handedly flipped one attacker to the ground and knocked them out with a kick. Then he spun them by the leg in a half-circle, blocking incoming attacks before throwing them forcefully to scatter the advancing formation.

He weaved through the crowd, dodging, blocking, or using their momentum to move, wielding his cane, legs, and hands as weapons. Each strike guaranteed another unconscious opponent.

The still-standing snakes were shocked and furious - was this even a wizard?!

Was he going Dynasty Warriors on them?!

"Tarantallegra!" Finally, one snake couldn't hold back anymore and drew their wand to cast a spell.

Once one person set the precedent, others would follow. Though dangerous, this was exactly what Glenn wanted.

The intensity still isn't enough! Bring more!

"Is this all you've got?" Glenn's cold voice cut through the sounds of physical impacts and groans.

What? Still taunting them!

Those who had hesitated to use spells couldn't resist the provocation. Both lower and upper years began casting spells!

In an instant, the dim Slytherin common room was illuminated by multicolored beams of light.

The light revealed Glenn's pale face and the strange smile that unconsciously appeared.

In Glenn's perception, he was surrounded with nowhere to go, encircled by chaotic spells.

Yet his smile only grew wider as his focus intensified.

So, where's the breakthrough point?

Right here.

The thought formed instantly as the dagger finally appeared in his right hand.

Glenn's figure was engulfed by the spell beams, creating massive energy waves at the center.

Then Glenn's form emerged unscathed nearby, his black cloak billowing in the aftershocks.

In that moment of encirclement, he had analyzed the direction with the fewest spells, deflected the spells in his path with both weapons, and instantly escaped through the gap.

Everyone froze, staring at the barely-breathing Glenn as if he were a monster, fear rising in their hearts.

Glenn stopped holding back, suddenly releasing his killing intent. Everyone present felt their hearts stop as their biological instincts screamed at them to flee!

Run! Run! He's a monster!

But they couldn't move. After their survival instincts issued the command, their limbs refused to respond.

Those with weaker control, regardless of gender, felt their legs give out and collapsed. The mentally weak had completely lost control of their bodies, faces streaked with tears and mucus, while strange-smelling liquid seeped from beneath many of them.

Only the upper years still persisted. Though they felt the instinctive fear in their bodies, they still gritted their teeth and held their wands, trembling as they prepared to cast more spells.

Sorry, but Glenn wouldn't give them the chance. He smashed a nearby vase, grabbed the pieces and scattered them, piercing through the hands holding the wands.

The scene became bloodier as the students screamed and clutched their hands, their wands clattering to the ground uncontrollably.

Glenn hadn't been idle during this time, strolling through the crowd and striking down every wizard who had attacked him with his cane, not missing a single one.

By now, whether they had participated in attacking Glenn or not, he was the only one left standing. The rest were kneeling, sitting, or lying down.

He looked down at the snakes, having single-handedly defeated multiple opponents and broken through their formation.

With pure ability, he had shattered the pure-bloods' assault.

After casually knocking out Crabbe and Goyle, Glenn approached Draco, who was kneeling on the ground. In the lamplight, Glenn's shadow completely covered Draco.

The latter clutched his bleeding hand and weakly raised his head to see Glenn's face, eyes covered by black silk, in the shadowy light.

Familiarity, dissonance.

He remembered. He finally remembered.

He finally realized where that sense of dissonance came from when he saw Glenn.

Draco's face turned pale, his lips trembling slightly as the figure before him gradually overlapped with the one who had saved his life in Knockturn Alley.

Their positions were the same as before, except last time he had been the one being saved, while now he stood against Glenn.

Then everything went black as he too lost consciousness.

Now no one remained to fight.

Glenn withdrew his killing intent and used a cleaning charm on his clothes to remove the blood splattered from the snakes' mouths and noses during the strikes. He stood composed among the fallen crowd, calmly surveying the scene.

"Is this all your vaunted pure blood amounts to?" The cold words struck like nails into the hearts of the still-conscious snakes, piercing their pride.

This incident would become a lifelong shadow for them.

The small blind boy in the crowd had taken down everyone who dared attack him without using magic, shattering their worship and pride in blood status.

If even a Mudblood they despised could easily defeat so many pure-blood wizards, then blood purity...

Was it really the most important thing?

Was what they revered most truly worthy of their admiration?

Something in their hearts had begun to crack.

Glenn said no more and walked to the dormitory.

After changing into his equipment and returning, he cast appropriately powered Stunning and Memory Charms on those still awake before leaving the Slytherin common room.

That level had barely been a warm-up. There was still plenty of time for combat training tonight - enough time had been wasted, he couldn't slack off anymore.

That night was particularly lively in the Acromantula territory of the Forbidden Forest, filled with the death screams and wails of giant spiders.

Glenn finally felt satisfied, released from the constraints of holding back in the common room.

A smile spread across Glenn's face.

In the pitch-black night, it appeared so sunny and gentle.

Of course, someone would have to clean up this mess.

The smile simply transferred from the faces of Dumbledore and Snape, who had been alarmed by the commotion in the common room, to our faces.