Before Marcus could make a sound, Glenn's e struck him down, rendering him unscious.

  "I've heard you out. Does anyone else have something to say?" He calmly repositioned his e and surveyed the room, waiting for any response.

  As Marcus's body slowly colpsed with a vivid red mark from the e across his face, all the snakes froze for three or four seds. Only when a young witch screamed did they finally process what had just happened.

  How dare he do this to a pure-blood?!

  "How dare you!" The burly students who had been standing behind Marcus immediately charged forward in rage, rolling up their sleeves as they surrounded him.

  But in that instant, Glenn activated his heightened senses, and information about his surroundings flooded his mind.

  Glenn moved faster than them - he wasn't in the habit of waiting for others to attack first. The optimal solution was to incapacitate oppos before they could harm him.

  Dug, stepping in, advang - to everyone else's eyes, Glenn seemed to vanish from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already at the side of the frontmost attacker. His e struck like a shadow at the person's neck, instantly knog them unscious. The attacker's eyes rolled back as they colpsed mid-charge.

  The others were stunned.

  When did he get there?!

  But they didn't stop, still rushing in together.

  her did Glenn halt his movements. He sidestepped one person's lunge, released his e, letting it spin half a turn in the air from the previous strike's momentum. Grabbing the tip, he swung without looking, the hariking the flying attacker's back of the head. They immediately lost sciousness, fating and rolling into a sofa.

  Spinning, ging position, caught between two attackers' pincer movement, he dodged a punch, blocked a kick, hooked his e handle behind one's neck while driving his right knee upward!

  The powerful krike instantly khem out, sending them flying backward with white eyes and blood trig from their nose and mouth.

  Using his forward momentum, Glenn effortlessly ralized the st attacker's offense, rotating half-turn in mid-air, nding sideways and immediately pushing off the ground. While his oppo was still off-bance, he delivered a stepping side kick straight to the stomach.

  Glenn's explosive power was far beyond what these students could hahe burly attacker flew back several meters, crashing through a table before curling up on the ground, groaning in pain and clutg his stomach.

  These children posed hreat to him, but Glenn was careful to avoid their vital points while ensuring they wouldn't die, though he didn't hold back his strength.

  After all, with magical healing, they would recover as long as they didn't die - o worry about damaging his human pung bags.

  After clearing out the first wave of attag snakes, Glenn resumed his stance, spinning his e in his left hand before pnting it firmly again.

  "Blood! They're bleeding!" The Slytherin girls screamed as the fallen students leaked blood from their mouths or noses.

  The remaining boys were both shocked and enraged. After a sed of silehey charged forward with a roar!

  Though only slightly more challenging, it was still an increase in difficulty. Well then, they would make up for his lost training time today.

  Glenn unsciously revealed a slight smile.

  As the snakes swarmed him, directly breaking through the crowd wouldn't be practical. Glenn swiftly retreated, kig over a chair and ung it into the air. A spinning kick sent it crashing into the crowd, bowling over several snakes. Without looking behind him, he swung his e in a full arc, striking down a srying to sneak up on him.

  Dug, advang, dodging a kick, Glenn single-handedly flipped oacker to the ground and khem out with a kick. Then he spun them by the leg in a half-circle, blog ining attacks before throwing them forcefully to scatter the advang formation.

  He weaved through the crowd, dodging, blog, or using their momentum to move, wielding his e, legs, and hands as ons. Each strike guaranteed another unscious oppo.

  The still-standing snakes were shocked and furious - was this even a wizard?!

  Was he going Dynasty Warriors on them?!

  "Tarantallegra!" Finally, one snake couldn't hold baymore and drew their wand to cast a spell.

  One persohe pret, others would follow. Though dangerous, this was exactly what Glenn wanted.

  The iy still isn't enough! Bring more!

  "Is this all you've got?" Glenn's cold voice cut through the sounds of physical impacts and groans.

  What? Still taunting them!

  Those who had hesitated to use spells couldn't resist the provocation. Both lower and upper years began casting spells!

  In an instant, the dim Slytherin on room was illuminated by multicolored beams of light.

  The light revealed Glenn's pale fad the strange smile that unsciously appeared.

  In Glenn's perception, he was surrounded with o go, encircled by chaotic spells.

  Yet his smile only grew wider as his focus intensified.

  So, where's the breakthrough point?

  Right here.

  The thought formed instantly as the dagger finally appeared in his right hand.

  Glenn's figure was engulfed by the spell beams, creating massive energy waves at the ter.

  Then Glenn's form emerged unscathed nearby, his bck cloak billowing iershocks.

  In that moment of encirclement, he had analyzed the dire with the fewest spells, deflected the spells in his path with both ons, and instantly escaped through the gap.

  Everyone froze, staring at the barely-breathing Glenn as if he were a monster, fear rising in their hearts.

  Glenn stopped holding back, suddenly releasing his killing i. Everyone preseheir hearts stop as their biological instincts screamed at them to flee!

  Run! Run! He's a monster!

  But they couldn't move. After their survival instincts issued the and, their limbs refused to respond.

  Those with weaker trardless of gender, felt their legs give out and colpsed. The mentally weak had pletely lost trol of their bodies, faces streaked with tears and mucus, while strange-smelling liquid seeped from beh many of them.

  Only the upper years still persisted. Though they felt the instinctive fear in their bodies, they still gritted their teeth aheir wands, trembling as they prepared to cast more spells.

  Sorry, but Glenn wouldn't give them the ce. He smashed a nearby vase, grabbed the pieces and scattered them, pierg through the hands holding the wands.

  The se became bloodier as the students screamed and clutched their hands, their wands cttering to the ground untrolbly.

  Glenn hadn't been idle during this time, strolling through the crowd and striking down every wizard who had attacked him with his e, not missing a single one.

  By now, whether they had participated in attag Glenn or not, he was the only o standing. The rest were kneeling, sitting, or lying down.

  He looked down at the snakes, having single-handedly defeated multiple oppos and broken through their formation.

  With pure ability, he had shattered the pure-bloods' assault.

  After casually knog out Crabbe and Goyle, Glenn approached Draco, who was kneeling on the ground. In the mplight, Glenn's shadow pletely covered Draco.

  The tter clutched his bleeding hand and weakly raised his head to see Glenn's face, eyes covered by bck silk, in the shadowy light.

  Familiarity, dissonance.

  He remembered. He finally remembered.

  He finally realized where that sense of dissonance came from when he saw Glenn.

  Draco's face turned pale, his lips trembling slightly as the figure before him gradually overpped with the one who had saved his life in Knockturn Alley.

  Their positiohe same as before, except st time he had been the one being saved, while now he stood against Glenn.

  Thehi bck as he too lost sciousness.

  Now no one remaio fight.

  Glenn withdrew his killing i and used a ing charm on his clothes to remove the blood spttered from the snakes' mouths and noses during the strikes. He stood posed among the fallen crowd, calmly surveying the se.

  "Is this all your vaunted pure blood amounts to?" The cold words struck like nails into the hearts of the still-scious snakes, pierg their pride.

  This i would bee a lifelong shadow for them.

  The small blind boy in the crowd had taken down everyone who dared attack him without using magic, shattering their worship and pride in blood status.

  If even a Mudblood they despised could easily defeat so many pure-blood wizards, then blood purity...

  Was it really the most important thing?

  Was what they revered most truly worthy of their admiration?

  Something in their hearts had begun to crack.

  Glenn said no more and walked to the dormitory.

  After ging into his equipment aurning, he cast appropriately powered Stunning and Memory Charms on those still awake before leaving the Slytherin on room.

  That level had barely been a warm-up. There was still plenty of time for bat training tonight - enough time had been wasted, he couldn't sck off anymore.

  That night articurly lively in the Aantu territory of the Forbidden Forest, filled with the death screams and wails of giant spiders.

  Glenn finally felt satisfied, released from the straints of holding ba the on room.

  A smile spread across Glenn's face.

  Ich-bight, it appeared so sunny ale.

  Of course, someone would have to up this mess.

  The smile simply transferred from the faces of Dumbledore and Snape, who had been armed by the otion in the on room, to our faces.