A Showdown in the Common Room, the Mutated Billywig Shows Its Might

In the common room, more than a dozen upperclassmen stood in neat rows, each of them glaring at Leon.

"Leon, don't go over there."

Leon showed no fear as he calmly stepped forward. Behind him, Hermione tugged at his robes, worry in her eyes.

It was obvious that they had come with ill intent. If Leon went over, he would likely suffer for it.

But Leon merely shook his head, a wand appearing in his hand.

"Oh, isn't this our Prefect Leon?"

A thin figure stepped out from the crowd, his face gloomy. Leon recognized him.

Alan Carter.

He was a second-year prefect. After Carter stepped forward, another person emerged from the crowd.

Hans Beaton.

The third-year prefect of Slytherin.

"What do you want?"

Leon spoke softly, yet his voice carried a powerful presence that reached everyone's ears.

The two prefects walked up to Leon. The other upperclassmen gathered around as well, completely surrounding him.

"Prefect Leon!"

Behind Leon, more than a dozen first-year students watched him anxiously. They had no idea why these upperclassmen were making trouble for him.

"Leon Shelby? The godfather of a Muggle mafia gang? Heh."

"But you're only a filthy half-blood. Your dirty mother was a Muggle. What gives a Mudblood the nerve to swagger around Slytherin?"

Carter spoke first, the disdain in his eyes growing even stronger.

"I know you can use the Fiendfyre Curse, but let me tell you, we all come from the Sacred Twenty-Eight Families. We've learned far more Dark Magic than you have."

"If you don't want to fight us, go to Snape right now and resign as prefect."

After quietly listening to them, Leon more or less understood what was going on.

Over the past few days, he had kept Slytherin's first-years firmly in line. It would not have been an exaggeration to say that Slytherin's first-year class had taken the name Shelby.

These "seniors" had not received the superiority they believed they deserved, so naturally, they wanted to put Leon in his place.

"Mr. Carter, Mr. Beaton, was it?"

A polite smile suddenly appeared on Leon's face, though his eyes seemed capable of seeing through their thoughts.

He removed the black glove from his right hand with his left, then extended his hand forward.

"You can't touch me."

"Since you're from the Sacred Twenty-Eight Families, you should all be intelligent people. I hope we can be friends."

The surroundings fell completely silent. More and more Slytherin students formed a circle around them, nervously watching Leon and the others at the center of the crowd.

"Could Prefect Leon be scared?" A young boy in the crowd looked toward Dean beside him.

Dean narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time before shaking his head.

"I think Prefect Leon is about to make a move."

"What? He dares fight so many upperclassmen?"

"I don't know, but I don't think Prefect Leon is afraid."

The crowd began whispering among themselves. Aside from the first-years, most of the Slytherin students felt that Leon had taken a step back in an attempt to ease the tension between both sides.

"Heh, I think Leon's scared, but Prefect Carter definitely won't let him off that easily."

"Huh? Leon just said Prefect Carter and Prefect Beaton couldn't touch him. Isn't that blatant provocation?"

"Hah... pfft! A first-year, provoking them? He held out his hand first. He's obviously chickening out!"

The endless discussion drew even more attention to Leon at the center of the common room.

Across from Leon, Carter and Beaton exchanged smiles when they saw his outstretched hand.

"Hahaha, you said we can't touch you?"

As Carter spoke, his expression abruptly changed. He coldly drew his wand while Beaton quietly moved behind Leon.

"A filthy first-year half-blood wants to be friends with me? You're acting like some important figure. Do you even know your place?"

Seeing this, Leon gracefully removed the black glove from his other hand and handed it to little Hermione beside him.

"Hermione, don't worry. Stand farther back."

Leon looked at Hermione gently, as if he did not care about Carter and Beaton behind him at all.

"Serpensortia!"

"Fiendfyre Incineration!"

Just as Leon turned his head, two incantations rang out almost simultaneously behind him!

To everyone's astonishment, Carter and Beaton had already raised their wands. Two streaks of black light shot from their wand tips, instantly streaking toward Leon's back!

"No! Leon, watch out!"

Little Hermione never expected Carter and Beaton to launch a sneak attack on Leon!

The spells reached Leon in the blink of an eye and were about to strike him!

But suddenly, the brightly lit common room darkened!

In an instant, time seemed to slow. A cloud of black mist suddenly emerged from Leon's sleeve!

Just as the spells were about to hit Leon, the mist seemed to solidify, forming a black barrier around his body!

"Bang... bang!"

Two dull thuds rang out in unison. The spells seemed to disintegrate the moment they touched the black mist and vanished!

Before Carter and Beaton could react, they suddenly saw a black phantom fly out from beneath Leon's robes!

The phantom grew larger and larger in their vision before landing directly on Beaton's face!

"Aah!!!"

Beaton let out a scream. Streams of dark red blood began flowing down his face, and he looked like a demon tortured in hell, utterly horrifying!

"Fire Shield!"

"Fiendfyre Incineration!"

Leon cast two spells in succession. Black-red flames instantly flared up around them, engulfing all three of them!

A burst of Fiendfyre reached Carter in the blink of an eye. The searing heat made Carter release a piercing howl before he collapsed to the ground as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him.

"Little Black, come back!"

Leon frowned. He had not expected Little Black to attack. With a flick of his sleeve, Little Black, which had been clinging to Beaton's face, instantly vanished.

The entire process had taken only an instant.

Carter and Beaton were already lying on the floor.

Carter was relatively fortunate. After the Fiendfyre burned away all his clothes, it vanished. At most, he had suffered some mental trauma.

But Beaton looked particularly grotesque. A horrifying scar had appeared on his forehead, while dark red blood formed a web across his face. He seemed to have lost all strength, his empty eyes staring at the ceiling.

He had actually been capable of avoiding those two spells just now, but Little Black had attacked. Fortunately, it had held back.

If it had not held back, Beaton's skull would probably have been cracked open by now.

Leon had not expected the black mist produced by the Mutated Billywig to be able to block spells. Little Black had also been incredibly fast just now; other than Leon, everyone else had only seen a black shadow.

The process had seemed long, but it had actually been incredibly brief. Only now did everyone finally react in stunned silence.

"Ah! That's Beaton, he... he's dead!"

A girl screamed. It was Pansy in the crowd, pointing at Beaton's appearance with terror filling her eyes.

The people around her also fearfully pointed at Beaton's body on the ground, and screams filled the entire common room.

(Three chapters a day is a little too few. I'll adjust my condition and try to update more!)