From the day Harry entered this Common Room, they had known that a scene like this would come sooner or later.
Yet the course of the battle had exceeded all their expectations.
Harry had practically taken on more than half the lower years by himself, without falling behind in the slightest.
"Enough!" A female voice, magnified by an Amplification Charm, rang out. For a moment, everyone turned toward the source of the sound.
Harry kept watch on his surroundings before looking at the person who had spoken.
She was a woman with shoulder-length golden hair and prominent cheekbones—their female prefect, Jemma Farley.
She shrieked hysterically, "Potter!! Are you trying to destroy Slytherin?"
Harry looked at her, fury burning in his heart.
He admitted that he did not like this Slytherin. It was already utterly different from what history recorded, far removed from the way it was portrayed in books.
Like a tree that had long since rotted away, or a pool of stagnant water that was no longer clear.
But until now, he had never taken the initiative to provoke any Slytherin student.
What did she mean by "Are you trying to destroy Slytherin?"
Harry laughed, then pushed up the glasses that had slipped slightly during the fight.
"More magnificent towers are always built upon ruins, aren't they?"
"What arrogant nonsense!" Jemma Farley's face flushed red as she waved her wand, but her incantation was once again interrupted by that terrifying fluorescent-blue thing.
Harry finally understood what made Mage Hand so frightening.
It was impossible to predict and difficult to react to! Even the ability to interrupt spellcasting alone was enough to make him unstoppable in a fight at this level.
"Does anyone else have anything to say?" Harry looked around.
The people nearby who had not joined the fight