Chapter 49: The Fist Is Hard, the Wand Is Not Soft

Snape left the weeping Malfoy and headed toward the first-year dormitory; Goyle and Crabbe had just changed clothes when Snape dragged them out for questioning.

Having received a confirmed answer, Snape, filled with shock and suspicion, went to Chu Yang’s room.

Malfoy and his two companions followed closely behind Snape.

Snape shoved the door open with force, then looked upward and found no damage anywhere.

Chu Yang, just emerging from the bathroom, saw Snape’s icy face and the miserable Malfoy behind him.

Chu Yang smiled and said, “Respected Professor Snape, what brings Itachi here so early?”

Snape took a deep breath and, without mentioning the bookmark, asked, “Mr. Malfoy is your roommate, yet he slept in the common room last night. Do Itachi have any explanation for that?”

Chu Yang quickly glanced at Malfoy and his two companions, then asked in surprise, “Malfoy slept in the common room last night?”

His face showed regret, his tone apologetic: “I went to bed early last night. When Malfoy and the others returned, they woke me. I complained a bit—perhaps that’s why he went to sleep in the common room.”

Chu Yang smiled warmly at Malfoy. “I’m sorry, Malfoy.”

Malfoy’s scalp prickled!

“But I remember inviting Itachi to stay, didn’t I?” Chu Yang stared earnestly at Malfoy and his two companions.

Goyle and Crabbe nodded unconsciously beside him—Chu Yang wasn’t lying; he had indeed invited Malfoy to stay last night, but Malfoy had fled out of sheer fear.

Snape, finally understanding the full story, glared coldly at Malfoy. “Mr. Malfoy, I despise lies. I will report your behavior today exactly as it happened to your father.”

Malfoy let out a shriek!

The highest form of lie is to rearrange the truth, then embellish it before telling it.

Chu Yang smiled pleasantly, but to Goyle and Crabbe, his smile looked like that of a demon.

“Get to class!”

Snape roared, sending Malfoy and his companions scrambling out of the dormitory.

Before leaving, Snape gave Chu Yang a long, deep look.

He knew the matter wasn’t as simple as Chu Yang claimed, but since the boy had shown no slip-ups, there was no need to press further.

As for Malfoy, Snape’s anger stemmed entirely from his stupidity.

If arrogance doesn’t match ability, it’s merely the folly of a conceited fool.

Knowing Snape’s temperament, Chu Yang understood at once that the matter was closed.

The first thing Chu Yang did this morning was erase all traces from last night.

After removing the bookmark, he used a Repairing Charm to restore everything to its original state.

Snape probably never imagined a first-year wizard could cast spells so skillfully.

After Malfoy and the others left the dormitory, Chu Yang leisurely packed his things and stepped out—just as he reached the common room, several upperclassmen blocked his path.

“Kid, I heard Itachi knocked over a bunch of your yearmates the night before last. What Itachi learned in the Muggle world won’t always work here.” A tall upperclassman glared down at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang smiled politely. “No problem—it worked the night before last.”

The tall upperclassman’s anger flared instantly—he couldn’t believe a first-year would dare defy him so brazenly.

“Harper!” A slender, long-haired boy beside him reached out to stop the furious upperclassman. “We’re wizards, not Muggle street thugs. We have our own ways of handling things.”

The burly boy named Harper stepped back, suppressing his rage. “Itachi’re right, Marcus.”

As he spoke, Marcus, the long-haired boy, drew his wand from his robe and pointed it at Chu Yang. “Do Itachi know how many points Itachi’ve cost our house? It’s only the start of term!”

Seeing the wand drawn, Chu Yang’s polite smile vanished. His expression turned grim. “First, I’ve already regained the points Slytherin lost. Second, are Itachi certain Itachi want to do this? Do Itachi have the courage to bear the consequences?”

“Courage?” Marcus smirked mockingly. “Courage isn’t exclusive to Gryffindor. Slytherin has never lacked it.”

As the two faced off, another upperclassman approached from the spiral staircase, radiating authority, striding over to stand beside them. “Marcus, don’t go too far. I can’t answer to the school if Itachi do. This is my final year here—I don’t want any stains on my record.”

“Understood, Prefect. I’ll just use a simple Petrifying Charm to keep him in the common room all day.” Marcus replied respectfully.

The prefect gave Chu Yang a cold glance, then walked away without looking back.

Is punishing a non-pureblood wizard a big deal in Slytherin?

Of course not!

These upperclassmen had wanted to teach Chu Yang a lesson last night, but because he’d switched dorms, they couldn’t find him.

Who could have imagined Chu Yang, an orphanage-raised boy, would be assigned a double room?

Students kept walking past Chu Yang, all of them utterly indifferent.

No one here cared what happened to him…

“Slytherin really is a wonderful place. I’m growing fonder of it every day.” Chu Yang’s lips curled upward, but his eyes radiated danger.

“I’ll make Itachi understand—fists mean nothing to wizards!” Marcus swung his wand, chanting the incantation at the same time; his casting speed was astonishing, nearly completed within two seconds.

A faint glow shimmered at the tip of Marcus’s wand.

He swung hard—the unleashed spell shot toward Chu Yang like lightning.

Chu Yang sidestepped the spell, twisting his waist as he warmed up, mocking: “Your spellcasting is skilled—Itachi must’ve used this trick on plenty of people. But your speed is too slow. Even my neighbor’s grandmother is quicker.”

“This is the wizard’s way? Still weaker than a Muggle’s punch.”

Chu Yang’s words weren’t lethal, but their insult was crushing. The onlookers burst into laughter. Marcus’s face flushed visibly red. He raised his wand, preparing to cast a far more powerful spell.

Half-measures were nonsense. Enraged and humiliated, Marcus only wanted to destroy Chu Yang.

“Confringo!”

Marcus was casting the Explosion Curse!

Unfortunately, Chu Yang, with his Haki of Observation, had already drawn his own wand and cast his spell before Marcus even finished speaking.

“Expelliarmus!”

Disarming Charm!

A flash shot from the tip of Chu Yang’s wand, striking Marcus’s wand precisely and knocking it flying.

The laughter in the common room died instantly. Everyone stared in shock at this first-year who had just caused a sensation.

Clearly, this was not the scene they had expected.

(End of Chapter)