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

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The next day, students from other houses were surprised to find that there were significantly fewer Slytherin wizards attending classes than usual. Even when asked what had happened, those 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 space inside had obviously been expanded several times by an Undetectable 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, completely 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 cane magnifying before them.

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

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

Damn it, is this what a wizard is? Which wizard uses a cane to knock down a large group of wizards with one hit each? Which wizard can fly kick someone several meters away? Which wizard can deflect spells with cold weapons? Which wizard can use broken vase pieces as hidden weapons 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 hallucinated.

Moreover, they strongly doubted that even if they complained to 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 happened last night?" Dumbledore finally couldn't help but ask. He completely disbelieved that this incident had nothing to do with Glen.

Yesterday, all the Slytherins, injured or not, were in their common 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 actions last night were an extremely explosive existence.

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

Originally thinking that a large-scale brawl had occurred in Slytherin, it turned out to be a discrimination and bullying incident?!

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

This was unprecedented, truly unprecedented. 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 no need to 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 comfort or criticize?

To comfort him? Being unwelcomed 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 knocked them all down. Not to mention that those people even used magic. Heaven knows how anyone else could have survived facing 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 large Slytherin house, with so many people attacking 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, Snape still 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 then let him go.

"I will help you suppress the subsequent impact of this incident. In the future... 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, come with me," he said coldly.

Glen nodded to Dumbledore, indicating 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 your glory?"

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

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

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

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

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

Snape stared 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. Being beaten up, they had to save face somehow, right?

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 completely!

What kind of wizard is that Hawthorne kid? Punching and kicking, 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 can come 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 come to bother me anymore. I'm giving you a chance to prove your blood glory."

After speaking, Glen nodded to Snape.

"I will make you understand 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 wanted to do now. If you want to quickly unite a group, the best way is to create a common enemy.

So this is how you want to compensate, Glen.

...

Not really.

Glen simply wanted to 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 accompanying 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 not wrong.

"Why are you so late? 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 come to the library together, but today she hadn't seen Glen at all, which made her a bit worried.

Faced with the little girl's inquiry, Glen recounted everything that happened last night in detail, selectively forgetting Dumbledore's request for secrecy.

The little girl suddenly stood up and slammed the table, "How could they be so outrageous!" She was given a fierce glare 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 influence after 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 understood clearly. Even if those people dissatisfied told their elders about this, the retaliatory actions of those families would at most be some small moves behind the scenes. 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 large 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 completely lost!

Ever since Glen had just issued them a challenge, those little snakes had reignited their desire for glory.

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

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

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

I swear on Merlin's underpants!