Chapter 325 – Election of Class Leader!!
"Darren Porter, would you like to fight me?"
Malfoy stepped into the ring.
He had grown much taller compared to last year, his face now carrying the sharpness of a young man.
But the arrogance and pride in his eyes were unchanged.
He stared at Darren, anticipation burning in his gaze.
Clearly, he had trained hard over the summer.
Now he actually dared to challenge Darren.
He probably wanted to wash away the humiliation of being sent flying by a single punch in first year.
Darren hesitated briefly, then stepped into the ring.
After a moment of thought, he said calmly,
"I won't use that power. Let's compete with magic alone. I want to see how much you've improved."
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +40]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +60]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +50]
[bite...…]
Darren was startled.
He hadn't meant to gain "saint father" points at all.
Yet so many came at once.
Then he noticed the looks of admiration from the Slytherin students.
Only then did he understand.
Slytherin worshipped strength.
So for him to deliberately restrain himself was seen as the ultimate show of confidence.
What a unique house…
If he said this in Gryffindor, they would probably think he was mocking his opponent.
But in Slytherin, it was taken as respect.
"Then let's begin!"
Malfoy's eyes lit up.
"Eye Hex!"
"Tongue-Locking Curse!"
"Severing Charm!"
"Double Detonation!"
Spell after spell shot out from Malfoy's wand.
Darren was a little surprised.
In the original story, wasn't Malfoy supposed to be… not that impressive?
How did he suddenly become so fierce?
But no matter how many curses Malfoy fired, Darren remained silent.
He calmly layered two defensive charms on himself and watched Malfoy without expression.
After several exchanges, Malfoy began to grow impatient.
His spells never landed.
Finally, he launched a sudden ambush.
A swarm of conjured bats burst forward—
And at the same time—
"Tongue-Locking Curse!"
The spell hit Darren squarely from behind.
Malfoy was certain he had succeeded.
Darren should be unable to chant now.
Yet… something felt wrong.
Just before the curse landed, Darren had actually turned and looked straight at the spell.
He did not dodge.
And when the light faded—
Nothing happened.
Darren stood there just fine.
Malfoy felt no triumph at all.
Instead, he frowned deeply.
"Porter… I'll undo it. You don't have to hold back like this…"
"No, no, I'm fine," Darren replied hurriedly.
"I just realized your spell didn't seem to hurt me."
"It might be my armor spell… I think I can withstand quite a lot of magic now."
"No, that's not because you're weak—I mean, you're not weak! It's just that I'm… I mean, I'm just stronger—no, I didn't mean it like that—sorry, I'm sorry…"
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +40]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +40]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +50]
[bite...…]
Darren stumbled over his words.
The more he explained, the worse it sounded.
His face slowly turned red from embarrassment.
Malfoy clenched his jaw, then suddenly threw his wand aside.
He turned and stormed off the ring.
What was the point of fighting a monster like this?
All that training… for nothing.
"Then I'll try."
Cassandra's voice rang out from behind.
She leapt lightly into the arena.
Every third-year student knew her well.
Not just because she was the year's prefect—
But because of her terrifying strictness.
If you disobeyed Cassandra, punishment followed again and again.
Most third-years feared her.
And disliked her.
Originally, each grade was meant to have one male and one female prefect.
But after Cassandra became the girls' prefect… she somehow seized the boys' position too.
Only someone who could defeat her was allowed to take it.
Malfoy had once tried.
He had been defeated instantly.
Snape hadn't objected.
So everyone had tacitly accepted that Cassandra ruled both sides.
No one dared challenge her.
Until now.
Darren was here.
So how would these two compare?
"I… don't really want to use my power either…"
Darren had barely finished speaking when Cassandra attacked.
Lightning-fast curses surged one after another.
At first Darren tried to dodge.
Then he realized something.
Her style was identical to what he had once imagined—
Illusions of multiple wand shadows, spells coming from every direction.
A terrifyingly mana-intensive technique.
Requiring absolute control.
She had never used this before.
Clearly, Cassandra was fighting him at full strength.
If Darren wanted to end this, he could destroy the attack with a single blast.
But how could a "young saint" do something like that?
So he stood there… helpless.
"Watch out!"
"Darren!"
"Move!"
Cassandra, Snape, and the Slytherins all shouted.
Then—
Several curses struck Darren directly.
Yet nothing happened.
No injury.
No reaction.
Cassandra rushed forward, pulling Darren aside in panic, scanning him from head to toe.
He was completely fine.
"You…"
Only now did Cassandra realize—
She had gone too far.
She had simply wanted to know how large the gap between them was.
So she had unleashed her strongest technique.
And Darren… hadn't even dodged.
"Are you trying to prove how much stronger you are?"
She snapped.
"Who do you think you are? Showing off like this?"
"You're just like Harry Potter—reckless and arrogant!"
Her voice echoed sharply.
Then she saw Darren's expression.
Not pride.
Not mockery.
But disbelief.
And something like hurt.
At that moment, her anger faltered.
Darren turned to Snape and said quietly, his tone restrained,
"Professor… Cassandra insulted my brother. Could you ask her to apologize?"