Pah! Disgusting!

Besides practicing spells by the Black Lake, Professor Foxx had found Lynn another private place to practice dark magic.

It was an abandoned Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for upper-year students.

The room was spacious, and protective spells had once been cast on it. The commotion from ordinary spells would not carry outside.

Lynn was highly talented, but before he turned that talent into real strength, he was still a rookie.

He had no classes every Wednesday afternoon, and Lynn used that time to come to this classroom and practice dark magic.

Naturally, he would not brazenly practice those forbidden spells when Cedric was around. If word got out that Professor Foxx was secretly teaching dark magic to an underage wizard, it would probably cause quite a bit of trouble.

Lynn had already learned quite a few spells. Aside from the normal first-year spells, he had mastered nine jinxes, eight hexes, and two curses that counted as dark magic.

Those two were also the most powerful: Sectumsempra and the Explosion Curse.

Though their effects were limited, dark magic was still dark magic. Even if Lynn's Explosion Curse could not blow apart a wall, it could probably leave the Whomping Willow half-ruined.

Fortunately, the classroom Professor Foxx had found for him was reliable. Otherwise, he would have had a headache finding somewhere to practice powerful spells.

Still, he could not stay in this classroom forever. Some upper-year students had already noticed him practicing spells here alone during class hours. If this went on for too long, people would inevitably grow suspicious.

Lynn felt it was necessary to search for the Room of Requirement hidden somewhere within Hogwarts Castle.

He put on the title "Newly Enrolled Rookie" and used its bonus to practice every spell he had learned once.

Spell practice was actually quite dull. He had to keep casting, familiarize himself with the feeling, and gradually fine-tune his pronunciation and gestures to keep the effects at their best.

Raphael had been in an awful mood lately.

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

Their relationship had not merely lasted two short years. Their families had been close friends for generations, and he and Betty had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.

But as they got older, Betty's beliefs had drifted further and further from his.

That was why the conflicts between them had continued to pile up. What had happened with Betty's brother and his cousin had merely been the trigger.

He simply could not understand why Betty had developed the idea that wizards and Muggles were equal.

How could they possibly be equal?

Wizards had everything Muggles had, while Muggles lacked what wizards possessed. Judging by the superiority of their species, wizards should have been the most perfect humans.

And Muggles...

When he was in a good mood, he might lower himself and display a wizard's fine breeding before them. When he was in a bad mood, what difference was there between them and ordinary monkeys?

And Betty not only condemned his "correct beliefs," but also took the initiative to get close to young wizards from half-blood families and even Muggle families!

Especially that first-year wizard named Lynn.

Raphael was not blind. He could see that Betty clearly treated Lynn with much greater care.

So when Betty had taken the initiative to break up with him that day, he had agreed.

Betty, once pure-blooded and noble, had changed!

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

Although Raphael had been in a foul mood after the breakup, he was not angry at all.

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

She had given up someone as outstanding as him and had apparently started pursuing that descendant of monkeys, Lynn.

After learning of it, he had felt nothing beyond mocking Betty for being blind.

As for going after Lynn for revenge or something similar—

Don't be ridiculous. If an upper-year prefect went looking for trouble with a first-year wizard, no matter the outcome, he would be the only one to lose out in the end.

The fact that he had become a prefect proved that he had a perfectly normal brain. He was not some reckless brute who acted on impulse alone.

Even after the breakup, Raphael's life at Hogwarts remained unchanged.

On Wednesday afternoon, he and his roommates had just finished the dull History of Magic class and were on their way back to the common room when they suddenly heard strange sounds coming from an abandoned classroom that had been empty for a long time.

"Could it be Peeves? He always likes pulling pranks like this, luring us in, then throwing rotten eggs at us."

One of Raphael's roommates said jokingly.

Raphael shook his head.

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

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

"Let's have a look. Maybe some Gryffindor student is making trouble in there. If we catch him and report him to a professor, maybe they'll deduct points from him."

They chatted as they pushed open the classroom door.

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

"So it's Lynn. You practice spells here every day? No wonder your grades are so good."

There were only so many people in Hogwarts, and they were all from the same house. Naturally, Raphael's roommates knew Lynn, who had caused such a stir at the beginning of term.

Lynn lowered his wand and thought with some frustration that his plan to find the Room of Requirement had to be put on the agenda. On the surface, he still greeted them politely.

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

Raphael saw Lynn as well, but for some reason, the moment he saw Lynn's face, a nameless fire abruptly rose in his heart.

He thought of how his ex-girlfriend Betty always liked flirting with Lynn, of Lynn's lowly origins, and of how someone from such lowly origins possessed such remarkable talent!

He let out a cold snort and said sarcastically,

"You really are just practicing casually. Even if you practiced seriously, you still wouldn't accomplish anything."

The moment those words left his mouth, even the expressions of his roommates changed.

"Raphael, what's wrong with you?"

Lynn also sensed that something was off. Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to take off his title.

But even if he took it off now, it was too late. As though venting his frustrations, Raphael's words grew harsher and harsher.

"What the hell are you, Lynn Belloc?! How could Betty possibly take a liking to you?! How could something as great as magic appear in your filthy bloodline?! Do you think you're so impressive at school? Do you think your talent is exceptional? Do you think your hard work will bring you the rewards you want? Stop dreaming! A Mudblood like you is as disgusting as the vermin crawling on the ground! Pah! Disgusting!"

Pah!

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