"We're Slytherin, not Gryffindor's brainless brutes. Meaningless matters shouldn't waste too much of your time and energy. I brought Lawrence here to put an end to this ridiculous commotion."
Snape gestured for the six prefects to step forward while the other students moved back, leaving the space to them.
"You six will be Lawrence's opponents. Win or lose, this ends here."
The six prefects' eyes widened involuntarily at those words. "What, you don't have confidence in yourselves?" Snape shot them a sidelong glance. "No, Professor. We will defend Slytherin's honor!" Snape neither confirmed nor denied it. "Let's hope so. The rest of you, move farther back." In truth, he knew perfectly well that even if the number of prefects doubled, they still would not be Wayne's match.
But that was precisely his goal.
Slytherin was accustomed to submitting to the strong.
If he did not beat them into complete submission, countless schemes and tricks would await him afterward. That was how Voldemort had earned respect and fear back then. Snape wanted Wayne to do the same and settle the trouble once and for all. Whoosh!
The other little snakes who had been watching eagerly retreated to the edges of the walls, silently cheering on their prefects.
These prefects were Slytherin's current strongest fighters. Unlike the other houses, whose prefects were appointed by the school, Slytherin's prefects were chosen by the students through duels.
They were absolutely among the strongest in their respective years.
Although Wayne had defeated quite a few little snakes over the past few days, not one of them had been a prefect.
Only Selwyn, Nott, Travers, and the others felt uneasy. When Wayne had defeated them, he had not even drawn his wand.
Could the prefects really do it?
The six of them stared at Wayne, who