Cry! All of You, Cry!

The atmosphere in the abandoned classroom had frozen to its lowest point.

It was so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard. The only piercing sound was Raphael's heavy breathing.

Lynn did not seem angry. He lightly ran a finger along his wand, his expression blank as he stared into Raphael's bloodshot eyes.

"So, these are your true thoughts, senior?"

Raphael did not know why he had suddenly blurted out everything in his heart as though venting his frustrations.

But since things had already come to this, he naturally would not back down in the face of Lynn's question.

"That's right. Did you really think I was being polite because I admired you? Heh, keep dreaming. Is someone like you even worthy?"

"Raphael, what's wrong with you? Stop talking..." His roommate thought Raphael was acting strangely today. He grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away.

Lynn nodded silently, as if he had no objection to what Raphael had said, as though he intended to meekly accept it all.

Raphael sneered at him. Letting his roommate pull him along without resistance, he was just about to leave when—

The next second, Lynn suddenly swung his wand!

"Leg-Lock Jinx!"

The bright red beam struck the utterly unprepared Raphael without missing!

At the same time, Lynn did not stop moving. He swiftly aimed his wand at Raphael's two roommates.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Two Petrificus Totalus spells struck them almost simultaneously!

With his legs bound, Raphael fell helplessly to the floor. Only then did he panic and try to draw his wand, but Lynn clearly was not going to give him a chance to cast a spell.

"Tongue-Tying Curse."

Raphael lost his ability to speak, but Lynn gave him no chance to resist. He strode forward and kicked the wand from his hand.

He grabbed Raphael by the collar with one hand and pinned him to the floor, then clenched his other hand into a fist and punched half of Raphael's face without hesitation!

"Do you know why I didn't petrify you? Because then you wouldn't be able to move. No matter how hard I beat you, if you can't struggle, I can't get interested."

Lynn was a bit obsessive-compulsive. He felt that only half of Raphael's face being swollen looked uneven, so as he spoke, he punched the other half as well!

Raphael's legs were bound, and only his upper body could exert any force. But Lynn was surprisingly strong. No matter how desperately he struggled, he could not resist in the slightest.

"Yes, that's right, your bloodline is noble! So what? Hit me, then! Come on! Can you even fight back now?"

Raphael had taken two solid punches to the face from Lynn. It was now swollen like a pig's head, with crimson blood streaming from his nose and the corner of his mouth. He looked utterly miserable.

Lynn narrowed his eyes as he watched Raphael continuously let out pained grunts.

"Maybe, in the eyes of people like you, my bloodline is lowly. Maybe I'm a bug. But I'm a first-year, and you're a sixth-year. You've studied magic five years longer than I have, yet you can only be pinned to the ground and beaten by me. Doesn't that feel humiliating? Doesn't it make you want to cry?"

Having said that, Lynn raised his wand again and announced with a smile that he had come up with a good idea.

"How about we play a game? Starting now, I'll give you five seconds each time. I'll count down from five, and if you don't cry within those five seconds, I'll randomly reward you with a Dark spell. Let me give you a heads-up: I know roughly seventeen Dark spells in total. That means if you can hold out for two minutes, I lose, and I'll let you go. How about it? Isn't that a great game?"

Raphael gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Lynn.

He did not believe Lynn at all. A Mudblood who had only been enrolled for a little over half a term could not possibly have learned so many Dark spells, no matter how talented he was.

And even if he had the ability to learn them, who could teach him?

Raphael took Lynn's words as an attempt to scare him. Even now, he did not think Lynn could really do anything to him.

He admitted that this first-year wizard had easily taken down all three of them just now, but that was only because they had been caught off guard.

If they had been prepared, Lynn would not have been able to beat even one of them!

He had suffered some physical pain, but could Lynn kill him?

He was a Slytherin prefect, the eldest son of a pure-blood family. He had power, influence, and connections.

What did Lynn have?

Once this was over, he would make Lynn understand what it truly meant to be worse off than dead!

Lynn blinked. "You don't seem to believe me. Then we won't wait five seconds for the first spell. I'll give you one right away."

"Teeth-Growing Jinx."

The first spell did not cause Raphael any pain, but he could clearly feel his front teeth continuously growing until they extended out of his mouth.

Raphael remained defiant. He did not think there would be anything more to it.

"Five, four, three, two, one. Okay, I respect your guts. Itching Hex."

Raphael felt an unbearable itch all over his body, but his limbs were restrained by Lynn, leaving him completely unable to scratch.

He began to panic.

Another five seconds passed.

"I hope you'll keep playing with me a little longer. Fiery Rash."

This time, dense bumps covered Raphael from head to toe, enough to trigger anyone with trypophobia.

Raphael's resolve had begun to crumble. In despair, he realized that Lynn did not seem to have been lying.

Five seconds later.

"Horn-Growing Jinx."

A pair of curved ram's horns sprouted from Raphael's head.

He no longer dared to clash head-on with Lynn. His eyes even revealed a pleading look.

Another five seconds passed.

"Still not crying? I, Lynn, shall call you the strongest. So I'll reward you with a Hair-Cutting Curse."

Another spell fell, and Raphael's hair vanished. Only two horns remained on his shiny, reflective scalp.

Raphael finally could not take it anymore. He broke down and sobbed, tears constantly pouring from his eyes and mixing with snot and blood. He looked pitiful beyond measure.

Lynn clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"I thought you were a man, but you started crying so quickly. Boring."

He kept his promise and let Raphael go. Rising to his feet, he sincerely apologized to Raphael's two roommates.

"Sorry, I can't help you undo the spells just yet. I'm truly sorry that the two of you got dragged into this. I hope you can forgive me."

Raphael's two roommates did not even have the courage to look Lynn in the eye. They had been frightened by what he had just done.

Lynn did not pay any more attention to Raphael, who lay on the floor like a dead dog. Most of his anger had dissipated, and now he could go to the Great Hall to eat.

Objectively speaking, Lynn bore some responsibility for this as well. If his System Title had not affected Raphael, perhaps Raphael would not have said such vicious things.

But then again, if Raphael had not held such thoughts in the first place, how could he have been affected by the System Title's effect?

For example, his two roommates had not been affected.

Therefore, Lynn felt no psychological burden in being ruthless. They had originally minded their own business, but now Raphael had climbed onto his head and pointed at his nose while cursing him. Lynn did not think he had such a good temper that he could endure it without fighting back.

Thanks to Panda God King for the reward.