Chapter 38: Chu Yang vs. Snape

Hermione suddenly tugged at Chu Yang’s sleeve and asked in a low voice, “Can Itachi explain exactly what happened? I don’t believe that many people would stay in the common room all night for no reason.”

“I heard Slytherin’s common room is beneath the Black Lake—dark and cold. What’s so fun about that?”

Hermione thought more like an adult; even Professor McGonagall barely believed the story, so as soon as class ended, she went to the infirmary to visit Malfoy.

Chu Yang didn’t bother making up an excuse—he knew his assault would come out eventually.

Those people were just knocked out, not memory-wiped.

Chu Yang simply laid it all out: “Last night, they blocked me at my dorm door, said I wasn’t pure-blood and had no right to be in Slytherin, and planned to harass me. I was exhausted and sleepy, just wanted to rest—no time to play along—so I kicked them all out.”

At this, Hermione stopped in her tracks, mouth open, staring at Chu Yang in shock: “Itachi mean ‘kicked out’… like the regular ‘kicked out’?”

Chu Yang thought for a moment, then shook his head: “There’s a bit of a difference.”

“Surely more than just a bit?” Hermione drew a deep breath, feeling the air around her suddenly chill, and asked, “Beating up classmates is punishable by the school. Aren’t Itachi afraid?”

“Who beat up so many people? They were the ones attacking me—I was defending myself.” Chu Yang rolled his eyes and shrugged helplessly. “Was I supposed to just stand there and let them bully me?”

“That’s true—they started it!” Hermione, thinking of how Chu Yang had been shunned by other Slytherin first-years for not being pure-blood, instantly empathized and grew indignant alongside him.

They continued talking about last night’s events as they walked into the classroom.

“Hermione’s from Gryffindor—why is she always hanging around Chu Yang?” Ron felt a sudden discomfort seeing Hermione chatting happily with Chu Yang.

“We’re all classmates—why make such a big deal? Besides, they probably have more in common—both are smart and well-read,” Harry replied as if it were obvious, seeing nothing wrong.

Having learned from their Transfiguration class, the first-years quickly took their seats, afraid of drawing Professor Snape’s ire.

Compared to Professor McGonagall’s stern precision, Professor Snape radiated dread—dark, menacing, as if anyone who angered him would suffer a terrible fate.

Only after all students were seated did Professor Snape enter from outside.

He walked with a gust, his robes swirling behind him.

He probably thought he looked cool, but Chu Yang thought he looked like a giant flapping moth as he entered.

“This class doesn’t require Itachi to wave your wands like fools or chant nonsense spells. I doubt many of Itachi appreciate potion-making as a profound science and precise art.”

Professor Snape leaned against his desk, his coldness fully visible. He was about to continue when his eyes swept the room and noticed many empty seats.

“This isn’t even the first class of the day—why so many absentees?” Snape’s voice brimmed with anger. “And they’re Slytherins?!”

Snape slammed his palm hard on the desk—*thud*—making everyone’s hearts jolt.

At that moment, a knock came from outside the door.

Snape, mid-rant, frowned. Anyone interrupted mid-speech would be annoyed.

Snape straightened his robes, then moved like a gust of wind to the door, opened it—and there stood Professor McGonagall, returning from the infirmary.

McGonagall glanced inside, saw Chu Yang, sighed helplessly, then signaled Snape to step outside.

As McGonagall explained the reason for the Slytherin first-years’ absence, Snape first looked confused, then fell silent.

The students whispered among themselves, wondering why McGonagall had pulled Snape out mid-lesson.

At this age, curiosity about everything was intense.

About five minutes later, Snape returned to the classroom with a strange expression.

He didn’t head for the podium. He walked straight to Chu Yang and stared at him coldly.

“Mr. Chu Yang, could Itachi tell me how Itachi used your fists to knock out several dorm mates so they couldn’t attend class today?”

“I’m genuinely curious—but don’t tell me an orphanage-raised boy like Itachi knows Eastern martial arts. That would be absurd.”

Snape openly sneered at Chu Yang, and his words sent shockwaves through the classroom.

The reason those Slytherin students hadn’t shown up? They’d been beaten by Chu Yang!

Instantly, the room erupted in noise.

Harry and Ron gaped, staring at Chu Yang with awe—could this guy really take down that many people by himself?

Yesterday, Ron had told Harry that a non-pure-blood like Chu Yang in Slytherin would end up badly.

Harry had also worried about Chu Yang’s situation.

Seeing Chu Yang unharmed this morning, he’d quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

As one of only two orphans in first-year, if Chu Yang were hurt, Harry couldn’t help but feel a pang of shared dread.

Of the three biggest point-deductors, Hermione was the calmest—she already knew the truth from Chu Yang—but she still worried. Professor Snape looked furious.

Chu Yang stood, his expression calm: “Professor Snape, I don’t know martial arts. But as Itachi said, I’m from an orphanage—its environment was harsh. Fighting was mandatory for every child.”

“And forgive me for saying so, but a wizard without a wand, unable to cast spells, isn’t much better than a Muggle…”

Chu Yang’s comparison of Muggles and wizards enraged Snape.

He stepped forward, nearly pressing his face against Chu Yang’s.

“Itachi’ve made a grave mistake, Mr. Chu Yang!”

Snape glared fiercely and shouted: “Don’t think fists can solve everything. Maybe now—but what about three months from now? When those bullied first-years pick up wands and learn spells, what then? Still using your fists?”

The confrontation between Snape and Chu Yang made the already cold dungeon unbearable. The first-years trembled, watching the two, too terrified to even breathe.

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