Cry! All of You Cry!

In the abandoned classroom, the atmosphere had frozen to a standstill.

The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the only sound piercing the silence being Raphael's heavy gasps.

Linley didn't seem angry. He lightly brushed his fingers over the shaft of his wand, staring expressionlessly at Raphael's bloodshot eyes.

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

Raphael didn't know how he had suddenly blurted out everything he felt, as if releasing pent-up emotions.

But since it had come to this, he naturally wouldn't back down from Linley's question.

"Yeah, that's right. Did you really think I was being polite to you before out of admiration? Heh, don't dream about it. Do people like you deserve that?"

"Raphael, what's wrong? Don't say any more..." His roommate felt Raphael was acting very strangely today and pulled on his arm, trying to drag him away.

Linley nodded silently, as if he had no objections to Raphael's words, as if he intended to bear it all with weakness.

Raphael glanced at him with a sneer, and following his roommate's pull, made no resistance. Just as he was about to be dragged away.

But in the next second, Linley suddenly brandished his wand!

"Leg-Lock Jinx!"

A bright red beam hit the unguarded Raphael without a miss!

At the same time, Linley's movements didn't stop. He quickly aimed his wand at Raphael's two roommates.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Two consecutive stunning spells hit them almost simultaneously!

With his legs bound, Raphael, who had fallen to the ground powerlessly, finally tried to draw his wand in panic, but Linley clearly wouldn't give him a chance to cast.

"Tongue-Tying Curse."

Raphael lost the ability to speak, but Linley didn't leave him any chance to resist. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Raphael by the collar, and forcefully pushed him to the ground. With his other hand, he formed a fist and unhesitatingly punched half of Raphael's face!

"Do you know why I didn't petrify you? Because then you wouldn't be able to move. Even if I beat you severely, if you couldn't struggle, I wouldn't be interested."

Linley had OCD. He felt that only half of Raphael's face was swollen, which looked very uncoordinated. So, while speaking, he delivered another punch to the other half of his face!

Raphael's legs were bound, so he could only use his upper body to exert force. However, Linley's strength was surprisingly great. He struggled with all his might but couldn't resist at all.

"Yes, that's right, your bloodline is noble! So what? You gonna hit me? Come on! Can you fight back now?"

Raphael took two punches to the face from Linley. His face was now swollen like a pig's head, and blood was flowing from his nose and mouth, making him look utterly pathetic.

Linley squinted at Raphael, who was continuously letting out pained grunts.

"Perhaps in your eyes, my bloodline is lowly, perhaps I'm a bug. But right now, I'm in my first year and you're in your sixth. You've studied magic for five more years than me, yet you can only be pinned to the ground and beaten by me. Don't you feel frustrated? Don't you feel so frustrated you want to cry?"

After speaking, Linley raised his wand again and, with a smile, declared that he had thought of a good idea.

"How about we play a game? From now on, 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. To give you a heads-up, I know about seventeen Dark spells in total. That means if you can hold on for two minutes, I'll consider myself defeated and let you go. What do you think? Isn't it a great game?"

Raphael gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Linley.

He simply didn't believe Linley. A Mudblood who had only been at school for half a semester, no matter how talented, couldn't possibly have learned so many Dark spells.

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

Raphael took Linley's words as a means of intimidation. Even now, he didn't think Linley could do anything to him.

He admitted that this first-year little wizard had easily taken down the three of them, but that was when they had all been caught off guard.

If they had been prepared, Linley wouldn't have been able to defeat even one of them!

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

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

What did Linley have?

After this incident, he would make Linley understand what it truly meant to wish for death!

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

"Teeth-Growing Jinx."

The first spell didn't cause Raphael pain, but he could clearly feel his front teeth constantly growing, until they protruded from his mouth.

Raphael remained defiant, not expecting any follow-up.

"Five, four, three, two, one, OK. I respect you as a man. Itching Hex."

Raphael felt an itch all over his body, but his hands and feet were restrained by Linley, so he couldn't scratch himself.

He started to panic.

Another five seconds passed.

"I hope you can keep me company for a while longer. Fiery Rash."

This time, Raphael's entire body was covered in dense bumps, a sight that induced trypophobia.

Raphael's resolve began to waver. He despaired as he realized Linley might not have been lying to him.

Five seconds later.

"Horn-Growing Jinx."

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

He didn't dare to confront Linley head-on any longer, his eyes even showing a pleading look.

Another five seconds passed.

"Still not crying? I, Linley, declare you the strongest. So, I'll reward you with the Hair-Cutting Curse."

Another spell landed, and Raphael's hair vanished. On his shiny bald head, only the two horns remained.

Raphael finally couldn't take it anymore. He sobbed like he was breaking down, tears streaming from his eyes, mixing with his snot and blood. He looked utterly pathetic.

Linley made a "tsk tsk tsk" sound and shook his head.

"I thought you were a man, but you cried so quickly. How boring."

He kept his promise and let Raphael go. He stood up and sincerely apologized to Raphael's two roommates.

"Sorry, I can't help you undo the spells just yet. I apologize for involving you both this time. I hope you can forgive me."

Raphael's two roommates didn't even have the courage to meet Linley's gaze. They were terrified by his performance just now.

Linley ignored Raphael, who lay on the ground like a dead dog. His anger had mostly subsided, and he could now go to the Great Hall to eat.

Objectively speaking, Linley also bore some responsibility for this incident. If his system title hadn't affected Raphael, perhaps he wouldn't have said such nasty things.

But then again, if Raphael hadn't had those thoughts in the first place, how could he have been affected by the system title's effect?

For example, his two roommates weren't affected.

Therefore, Linley had no psychological pressure when he acted ruthlessly. They were minding their own business, but now you've stepped all over him and insulted him to his face. Linley didn't think he had the kind of patience to just stand by and do nothing.

Thanks to Panda God King for the reward.