Bah! Disgusting!

In addition to practicing spells by the Black Lake, Professor Foxx also found a separate place for Linley to practice dark magic.

A disused classroom for fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The space here was vast, and it had also been reinforced with protective spells, so the commotion from ordinary spells generally wouldn't escape.

Linley's talent was indeed very high, but before he could translate that talent into strength, he was still a newbie freshman.

Every Wednesday afternoon, when he had no classes, Linley would use this time to practice dark magic in this classroom.

When he was with Cedric, he certainly wouldn't practice those forbidden spells as if no one were around. If word got out that Professor Foxx was secretly teaching a minor wizard dark magic, it would likely cause quite a bit of trouble.

Linley had already mastered a considerable number of spells. Not to mention the spells taught in the normal first-year curriculum, he had mastered nine jinxes, eight hexes, and could even cast two curses equivalent to dark magic.

The most powerful were these two: Sectumsempra and the Explosion Curse.

Although the effects were limited, dark magic was dark magic after all. With Linley's Explosion Curse now, even if it couldn't blow down a wall, it could at least cripple the Whomping Willow.

It was fortunate that the classroom Professor Foxx found for him was reliable; otherwise, he would have to worry about a place to practice powerful spells.

However, he couldn't stay in this classroom for too long. During this time, some older students had already noticed him practicing spells alone while attending classes. If this continued for too long, it was inevitable that someone would become suspicious.

Linley felt it was necessary to find the Room of Requirement, which was hidden within Hogwarts Castle.

He equipped the title "Newbie Freshman" and, utilizing the title's bonus, first practiced all the spells he had learned.

Practicing spells was quite a tedious and boring affair. It involved constantly casting them to get a feel for them, then gradually adjusting pronunciation and hand gestures to maintain optimal effect.

Raphael had been in a very bad mood recently.

His girlfriend of two years had broken up with him a few days ago.

Their relationship wasn't just a brief two-year affair; their families had been close for generations, and he and Betty had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.

However, as they grew older, Betty's views and his own had diverged more and more.

This had led to an increasing accumulation of conflict between them. The issue between Betty's brother and his cousin was merely a catalyst.

He simply couldn't understand why Betty now held the idea that wizards and Muggles were equal.

How could they possibly be equal?

They had everything Muggles had, and they also had things Muggles didn't. If one were to consider the superiority of species, wizards should be the most perfect humans.

And Muggles...

When he was in a good mood, he might lower himself to show them the good upbringing of a wizard, but when he was in a bad mood, what difference was there between them and ordinary monkeys?

And Betty, not only did she denounce his "correct thinking" like this, but she also actively associated with those half-blood or even Muggle-born young wizards!

Especially that first-year wizard named Linley.

Raphael wasn't blind; he could tell that Betty treated him with noticeably more attention.

So, after Betty initiated the breakup that day, he agreed.

Betty, who was originally of pure blood and noble status, had now changed!

She was no longer worthy of being the future mistress of the Williamson family.

After the breakup, although Raphael was in a bad mood, he wasn't angry at all.

This was Betty's loss, wasn't it?

She had given up on someone as excellent as him and was now reportedly pursuing the descendant of that monkey, Linley.

Upon learning this, all he felt was ridicule for Betty's blindness, and nothing more.

As for going to find Linley for revenge or anything like that.

Don't be ridiculous. Him, a senior prefect, going to trouble a first-year wizard, regardless of the outcome, would only result in him being the one to suffer.

The fact that he had managed to become a prefect proved that his mind was sound and that he wasn't a reckless fool who acted solely on impulse.

Even after the breakup, Raphael's life at Hogwarts continued as usual.

On Wednesday afternoon, after finishing a boring History of Magic class with his roommates, he was on his way back to the common room when he suddenly heard strange noises coming from a long-abandoned empty classroom.

"Could it be Peeves? He always likes to play these pranks, lure us in, and then throw rotten eggs at us," one of Raphael's roommates said, half-jokingly.

Raphael shook his head.

"Peeves wouldn't dare provoke us. Don't forget, the Bloody Baron warned him."

"Then shall we go in and take a look?"

"Let's take a look. Perhaps some Gryffindor students are causing trouble inside. If we catch them and report it to the professor, maybe they'll lose house points."

They chatted as they pushed open the classroom door.

Inside, there was no Peeves, nor any Gryffindor students. There was only a first-year Slytherin student practicing spells.

"Oh, it's Linley. You practice spells here every day? No wonder your grades are so good."

With so many people in Hogwarts, and especially since they were in the same house, Raphael's roommates naturally recognized Linley, who had made quite a splash since the start of the term.

Linley put down his wand, thinking with a slight headache that the plan to find the Room of Requirement needed to be put on the agenda. He maintained a polite greeting on the surface.

"Hello, seniors. I'm just practicing here casually."

Raphael also saw Linley, but for some reason, the moment he saw Linley's face, an inexplicable anger seemed to ignite within him.

He thought of his ex-girlfriend Betty always flirting with Linley, thought of Linley's lowly background, and thought about how he, despite his humble origins, possessed such great talent!

He let out a cold laugh and said sarcastically.

"Indeed, you're just practicing casually. Even if you practiced seriously, you wouldn't amount to much."

As soon as he spoke, even the complexion of his roommates changed.

"Raphael, what's wrong with you?"

Linley also noticed something was off. It was only then that he remembered he hadn't changed his title.

But it was too late to change it now. Raphael, as if venting, spoke increasingly harsh words.

"What do you think you are! Linley Belloc! How could Betty possibly like you! How could your dirty bloodline produce something as great as magic! Do you think you're popular at school? Do you think your talent is outstanding? Do you think your efforts will be rewarded with what you want? Don't dream! You Mudblood are as disgusting as a bug on the ground! Spit! Disgusting!"

Spit!

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