Conflict

"Hey, isn't that Moody?" Abraxas glanced curiously at the two Gryffindor, then chuckled, pulling Xiwen and Mobley along. "Come on, let's go see what's going on!"

The Gryffindor wizard confronting Moody looked familiar; he seemed to have seen him in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Given the small number of freshmen this year, he was most likely one of Moody's roommates, meaning he was also one of the three who had skipped class that morning.

"Hey, Moody, what a coincidence!" Abu approached familiarly, speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Having a fight with your roommate? Want your dear deskmate to stand up for you?"

"Malfoy, this is none of your business!" Moody said coldly.

However, his roommate disagreed, instead saying sarcastically, "What's wrong, Alastor? You can't argue with me, so you're getting Slytherin to stand up for you? Someone like you is a disgrace to Gryffindor!"

"Say that again!" Moody suppressed his anger, his icy voice amplified several times over.

"I'm saying, having someone like you in Gryffindor is a disgrace—" his roommate drawled. "Did you hear me?"

"Locomotor Wibbly!" Moody suddenly chanted the Jelly-Legs Jinx -Legs Jinx spell, causing his roommate to immediately collapse to the ground.

At this moment, the other two Gryffindor wizards who had been sitting nearby watching the commotion stood up and simultaneously drew their wands to cast spells on Moody. However, they probably didn't know any powerful spells; they only used some low-class, mischievous little curses.

"The Mucus ad Nauseam (Mucus ad Nauseam)!"

"Densaugeo!" (meaning "Densaugeo")

Moody nimbly dodged one spell, but another spell went completely astray, flying towards the direction where Xiwen and the others were.

Just as he was worrying about what reason to give to stop them, Xiwen was secretly delighted. He casually blocked the Curse of the Bogies of the Bogies that was flying towards them, then composed himself and walked forward with a cold face.

"Xiwen, where are you going?" Mobley looked at Xiwen's actions blankly and asked in confusion.

"Watch closely, I'm going to teach these Gryffindor a lesson!" Xiwen turned back and winked at his two roommates, then turned to face the three Gryffindor wizards, his fierce expression returning.

"You can fight, but messing with me is wrong!" he said coldly. "So, I'm taking over this matter today."

One of Moody's roommates looked at Xiwen and said in an unfriendly tone, "So you're one of those freaks Moody hired, Slytherin?"

"First of all, I'm not a Slytherin, I'm Xiwen Rozier!" Xiwen said, holding up a finger. "Secondly, I have no obligation to help your roommate, Moody."

"I'm not trying to mock you, I just want to say that all four of you Gryffindor here are trash," he said provocatively. "The three of you can come at me all at once, otherwise I can easily take you all on my own!"

The young Gryffindor wizards had never been treated like this before. If they could endure it, what couldn't they endure?

So they moved, using every trick in the book—

"The Mucus ad Nauseam!"

"Your Densaugeo!"

Xiwen unleashed the prepared Shield Charm, looking speechlessly at the two people in front of him, and said, "So, these are the only two spells you know..."

At that moment, the little wizard who had been knocked down by Moody behind Xiwen quietly moved.

He sat on the ground and chanted his Langlock curse, "Langlock!"

Abu and Mobley were about to warn him when they discovered that Xiwen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a flick of his wrist, he moved the Shield Charm in front of him to his back, blocking the Tongue-Locking Curse.

"Hehehe, interesting, but not enough!" Xiwen laughed heartily a few times, then looked at Moody and said, "Why don't you attack with them? Do you want to just watch your three roommates suffer humiliation?"

Upon hearing Xiwen's words, Moody's three roommates also glared angrily at Moody, completely forgetting how they had treated him before, and forgetting that the real culprit should be this young Slytherin wizard in front of them.

Moody gritted his teeth and tentatively cast a Leg- Leg-Locker Curse.

"Locomotor Mortis (Locomotor Mortis)!"

It must be said that Moody must have received relatively systematic training; his spells were more powerful than the other three junior wizards combined.

"Protego!" Xiwen cast another Shield Charm to block Moody's incantation.

Seeing that his attack had failed, Moody quickly moved to his two roommates who were standing together and whispered something to them. Then, he shouted loudly to the roommate who had collapsed to the ground, "Kreel, when we cast the spell, you attack him from behind at the same time!"

Xiwen completely ignored their meaning, simply smiling and waiting for Moody to arrange the tactics, generously saying, "How's the discussion going? Once you've arranged it, come on over and let me see your skills!"

Moody gritted his teeth, staring intently at Xiwen, a hint of murderous intent emanating from his peculiar round face.

"Now! Move out!" Moody shouted the instant Xiwen blinked casually.

Then several magical spells shot towards Xiwen simultaneously.

Two Curse of the Bogies blocked Xiwen's escape routes to the left and right, while a Tongue-Locking Curse behind him left him unable to defend himself. In the very center, a powerful Disarming Charm cast by Moody shot straight toward Xiwen.

Driven by the deep-seated animosity between the schools and a sense of humiliation, every young Gryffindor wizard performs beyond their usual level!

Seeing this, Xiwen smiled.

He then leaped into the air, dodging the Curse of the Bogies on the left and the Disarming Charm in the middle at an almost impossible angle. While tumbling in the air, he also managed to use an Obstacle Charm to deflect the next Leg-Locker Curse that Moody was about to cast.

"Incarcerous!"

With a graceful landing, Xiwen waved his wand, and a rope shot out from its tip, instantly binding the four Gryffindor wizards together.

"Looks like I won!" Xiwen raised his hand to smooth his slightly disheveled hair, looked at the four Gryffindor wizards tied together in front of him, and said with a smile.

"As the ultimate winner, I think I have a right to take over your affairs now, don't I?" Xiwen said. "Then tell me what caused your conflict!"

"We will not yield to you, you wretched Slytherin!" The young wizard named Kreel, though somewhat flustered, still managed to put on a tough front and said with his head held high.

"So tough, huh?" Xiwen glanced at him and nodded. "Let me see if you'll still be this tough in a bit."

He pointed his wand at Kreel and said, "I think you've heard of this spell..."

"Ah, Vada--"

A faint green light flickered at the tip of his wand!