Marcus never expected Harry to also want to teach these Slytherins a lesson.
Arrogant, conceited, haughty...
Humph, do you even deserve it?
What a disgrace to the Slytherins of a hundred years ago!
With a sharp eye and quick hand, Harry used his magic wand to deflect the spell, swiftly returning an Expelliarmus at Marcus.
This was a very advanced technique; it seemed like a simple deflection with the wand, but was actually an Armor Protection Spell.
"Silent Spellcasting?" The crowd watching was stunned.
No one expected Harry to know a skill that only adult wizards could master.
"What are you all standing there for?" Marcus shouted, even without a wand, he still had his proud strong physique.
Opposite was just little first-year Potter, as long as he got close, everything would be fine!
However, after just two steps, Marcus found himself uncontrollably floating in the air.
"Expelliarmus!"
Ron's wand also emitted a beam, successfully disarming the senior student pointing his wand at Harry.
The wand spun through the air into Ron's hand, and Seamus and Neville behind them cheered coolly.
"Wow, Ron, how did you do it?" Neville's voice was low but urgent.
It was clear that he also wanted to be like Ron.
"Harry taught me." Ron said proudly.
"Ronald!" Hermione growled, "Can you focus on the other side? For God's sake, we're still fighting!"
Ron snapped back, hurriedly dodging a curse sent by the higher-year student opposite.
As a first-year, he hadn't learned the Armor Protection Spell at all.
This was not to overly blame him; in today's British Magic World, many adult wizards, even Aurors, couldn't completely cast an Armor Protection Spell.
It's as ridiculous as a United States cop responding without a gun.
But Neville behind him was unlucky, getting hit by magic, his body stiffened and he fell straight on the floor.
"Oh, poor Neville." Ron said with lingering fear after disarming that student with a spell.
Don't be deceived by the fact that they were fifth-year students; their magic skills were really unspeakable.
The trio hadn't practiced collaborative fighting, but even so, with Harry, who was quite experienced in actual combat, dealing with these sixth years was more than enough.
Within a few short minutes, these sixth-year students were all defeated.
Harry felt conflicted; he wasn't happy with the result.
Darn it, how did Hogwarts become like this?
Sixth-year students, unable to cast Armor Protection, couldn't even beat a young wizard who had only trained for a month...
Have the fifth-year students now become so useless?
Harry remembered back in his fifth year, he was already capable of independently fighting three Fire Ash Snake Faction members with ease.
A far cry from these sixth-grade students.
"Finite!" Harry pointed his wand at Neville, performing a Decurse on him.
Only then did Neville get up from the floor, rubbing his sore head, grumbling to Ron about not being warned.
"Mate, it all happened so suddenly." Ron said somewhat apologetically, "I didn't expect that spell to hit you either."
"Potter! Let us down!" Marcus's voice echoed.
"I'm truly sorry." Harry said leisurely, "I didn't think you Slytherins were so weak."
The seven sixth-year Slytherins who stood up for Pansy, two were floating in mid-air, while five lay stiffly on the ground.
"Apologize to Hermione." Harry said.
"I'll never apologize to that filthy little Mudblood!" Marcus floated in the air, his mouth still hard.
Harry's expression cooled.
With a flick of Harry's wand, Marcus crashed to the floor.
"I said, apologize!"
Harry waved his wand again, and Marcus was horrified to find himself involuntarily kneeling.
"The apple does not fall far from the tree." Harry shrugged, "From your behavior, it's easy to see how disgraceful your family really is."
"How dare you insult the Flint family! You will pay for this!" Marcus said through gritted teeth.
"Can't handle that?" Harry bent down, his voice pitiful, "When you insult others, didn't you consider the consequences? I say, only a trash wizard family could raise a trash wizard like you..."
"Stop!"
A clear voice rang from the outskirts of the crowd, interrupting Harry.
The crowd parted, and Slytherin's Class Prefect Jemma Farrell walked in, holding books.
"What's going on here?" Miss Farley sternly surveyed the scene.
"Miss Farley, it's like this…"
Immediately, a Slytherin student came forward, embellishing the story as they told her what had happened.
"So, Marcus, Poole, Derek!" Miss Farley's voice was filled with anger: "You sixth-year students were defeated by three first-year Gryffindors?"
"Look at you, Marcus! Your family will be ashamed because of you!" She continued to scold.
"Miss Farley, Potter insulted my family…"
Marcus hadn't finished speaking when Miss Farley interrupted him.
"Shut up!" Miss Farley raised her head, "That was your own doing! Who do you think you are to utter such a word! Slytherin will lose ten points because of your unkind words!"
"And you, Miss Parkinson, you'll also lose ten points for this!" she added.
The Class Prefect can deduct House points from students as a punishment for breaking the rules.
Similarly, they can also give students detention.
All the Slytherin students were stunned; they hadn't expected their own Class Prefect would deduct points from Slytherin's House.
Is your elbow bending outwards?
But Jemma had her own worries, if a conflict arises among lower-year students it would be one thing, but this was a sixth-year bullying first-years, if a professor found out, it wouldn't be resolved with a mere twenty-point deduction.
Moreover, Marcus Flint and Pansy Parkinson had openly insulted a Gryffindor student as Mudblood, which was an extremely vile term.
"You are a fair Class Prefect," Harry gracefully made a gentleman's bow to Miss Farley, "If there's nothing else, we'll make our leave."
"Hold on, Mr. Potter."
Miss Farley called out to Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Might I ask if there's anything else?"
Miss Farley took a step forward, her long black hair dancing gently in the wind.
"I challenge you to a Wizard Duel." she stated.