"Did you see that? He looks like he wants to take on all eight of us by himself?"
Abraxas spoke mockingly, and his words drew a burst of laughter from the crowd behind him.
"Hahaha! Maybe he hasn't woken up yet."
"Hey, little brother, you probably can't even cast Lumos yet, can you?"
"Lumos? I'd bet he hasn't even opened his textbook."
Tom faced the mocking laughter across from him, his expression as dark as still water as his grip on his wand tightened.
"Abraxas, there's only one first-year Newborn over there. Why don't you try him yourself first?" one of the older students said.
"Mm, sure." Abraxas did not refuse.
He might have been wary of Li Weide, but he was not afraid of Tom in the slightest!
Although many Pure-blood Families had now declined, quite a few still remained powerful.
And the Malfoy Family was one of them.
As the youngest male descendant of the Malfoy Family, he carried great expectations from his family.
Therefore, while still at home, he had already taught himself quite a few spells.
In this respect, children from Pure-blood Families still held a considerable advantage over Muggle-born children.
Abraxas had been wary of Li Weide because Li Weide had mastered Illusion Magic that he had no way of dealing with.
But when facing Tom, his sense of superiority as a child of a Pure-blood Family resurfaced.
Moreover, with older students backing him up, even if Tom knew that kind of confusing magic, someone would be able to help him break free of it.
Abraxas stood before Tom, a black wand in his hand.
"Abraxas, do you remember that curse I taught you yesterday? Let me see whether you've mastered it." The older student spoke again.
"Alright."
As Tom looked at Abraxas before him,