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Dudley reached out casually and snatched several wands at once. With a slight tug, the wands were ripped straight from the young wizards' hands.
Without their wands, the young wizards were not much different from ordinary people.
Unless they had mastered an advanced technique such as wandless magic.
Unfortunately, even many experienced Aurors who had graduated years ago had not mastered that skill.
Dudley struck them on the head one by one.
One hit, one down.
"The Data Eyes really are useful."
The ability called Data Eyes, obtained after completing the House Sorting mission, not only allowed him to construct an image of the surrounding room in his mind, but also displayed a great deal of extremely useful data.
For example, while Dudley was beating someone, he could see which part of the body hurt the most when struck, which spot would make someone lose consciousness, and which blow caused intense pain without leaving visible injuries.
It was practically the perfect ability for fighting.
And this was only the lowest level.
If it could be upgraded to higher levels, it would probably reveal even more information.
Perhaps even the full data of every wizard he encountered.
For example…
'Hm, magic level only 5. Magical trash?'
Ah.
That seemed a bit disrespectful to himself.
The Slytherin young wizards clearly did not expect Dudley to dare fight back against so many people.
They were completely caught off guard.
They had only relied on their numbers to intimidate Dudley.
In truth, they had no real experience with fighting or wizard duels.
In just ten seconds, several of them were already lying on the ground.
Their wands naturally ended up in Dudley's hands, and he casually stuffed them into his pocket.
"Why are you running? He's alone! There are so many of us!"
Someone shouted in the chaos.
The next moment his wand was snatched away, and a punch knocked him flat.
One punch.
One kid down.
Even when facing girls, Dudley showed no intention of holding back.
Faced with their whimpering cries, a single punch was usually enough.
The moment they chose to stand against Dudley, gender stopped mattering.
Their advantage was their numbers.
Unfortunately, that was also their biggest problem.
A crowd of young wizards without any training was nothing more than a disorganized mob.
Dudley tore through them like a tiger among sheep.
As if he had activated an invincible mode.
No one could stop him.
"Spells! Attack him with spells!"
Slytherin was not just a place full of incompetents.
There were many talented young wizards there.
Otherwise they would not have been able to compete with Gryffindor for so many years.
Moreover, Slytherin had won the House Cup for seven consecutive years.
If they counted this year as well, it would make eight.
Of course, that was only if they managed to win again.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
After the initial chaos, someone finally managed to cast a complete spell capable of harming Dudley.
Facing the spell flying toward him, Dudley did not panic.
He simply grabbed a young wizard and pulled him in front of himself.
The spell struck the human shield.
With the exception of a few special spells, most spells followed predictable trajectories.
If one could see the flow of magic, dodging them became much easier.
They traveled in straight lines.
For Dudley's reflexes, avoiding them was ridiculously easy.
As for spells that curved in midair, some adult wizards could perform them.
But those young wizards were clearly not at that level.
When struck by the spell, the young wizard's face instantly turned pale.
His body and limbs stiffened.
The unlucky shield was none other than one of Malfoy's followers.
The chubby Goyle.
For someone like Dudley, who had studied the standard spellbooks thoroughly, dealing with different spells was simple.
He understood the spells even better than the students casting them.
For instance, against Petrificus Totalus, all he had to do was grab someone and place them in front of himself.
There were plenty of people around anyway.
So despite the numerical disadvantage, Dudley moved through the crowd with ease.
In fact, dealing with them was far easier than fighting Hagrid.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Another spell was cast.
A third-year student tried to launch a sneak attack.
Dudley grabbed someone else and blocked the spell again.
Holding the petrified body with one arm, he snatched the wand from the young wizard who had just cast the spell.
The movement was smooth, without the slightest hesitation.
As if everything had been rehearsed countless times.
Sometimes, having more people was not an advantage at all.
Amid cries and wails, another wand was taken away.
Young wizards without systematic training could hardly even be called an organized group.
This time, the one struck by the petrification spell was Malfoy's other follower.
Crabbe.
Next, Dudley pulled a potion vial from his pocket and threw it into the crowd.
The bottle shattered.
A pale yellow gas spread among the young wizards.
They were slowing potions.
These young wizards were not half-giants like Hagrid.
They had no resistance to potion effects.
The effects of those potions were enough to reduce their mobility by more than fifty percent.
They already couldn't keep up with Dudley's speed.
Now they were at an even greater disadvantage.
The threat they posed dropped drastically.
Dudley then walked over to Goyle, who was still petrified.
Under the horrified gazes of the other young wizards, he lifted Crabbe and Goyle with one hand each.
What kind of monster was that?
He had lifted two petrified people with one hand each.
What kind of monster had Malfoy made them provoke?
Hadn't he said it was just a slightly stronger Muggle?
Hadn't he said it would be easy to crush him?
This was what he called "slightly stronger"?
The clever Slytherin young wizards had completely lost the will to fight.
They only wanted to flee.
But under the effects of the slowing potion, they could barely run.
Meanwhile, Dudley held the ankles of Malfoy's two followers.
He weighed them in his hands for a moment.
Not too light.
Not too heavy.
They felt just right.
"Heh."
Dudley turned his head and gave the Slytherin young wizards a "friendly" smile.
But to them, that smile looked anything but friendly.
Especially since the muscles in his face were completely tense.
The smile looked forced.
Like the grin of a badly carved puppet.
With Crabbe in his left hand and Goyle in his right, Dudley swung his human weapons and charged at the Slytherin young wizards.
One swing.
Several students were sent flying.
The young wizards screamed and cried as they were smashed to the ground.
'Brutal.'
The brutal scene deeply shocked all the young wizards present.
The most frightening thing was that Dudley kept that smile on his face the entire time.
That stiff and eerie smile left a deep psychological scar on the young wizards.
Beyond the brutality, there was something unsettling about that expression.
When the older Slytherin students from the third year and above noticed that the younger students were losing, some of them considered stepping in.
But after witnessing Dudley's brutality…
Not one of them dared to cast a single spell.
Silently, they closed the doors to their dormitories.
As if they had seen nothing at all.
They did not want to get themselves into trouble.
Especially not with such a brutal monster.
Before long, no one remained standing in the entire Slytherin common room hall.
Except Dudley.
The floor was covered with groaning young wizards.
And every single one of their wands had been taken by Dudley.
After confirming that all the young wizards except Malfoy had lost their wands and could no longer stand…
Dudley did something no one expected.
He grabbed a random young wizard and pinned him against the table.
He raised his huge hand…
And began violently spanking his backside.
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