"Oh my god, when did you become so powerful? In the duel with Slytherin before, you and Cassandra were evenly matched, but you didn't show such a fast spell casting speed!"

Wentworth also looked at his friend beside him in disbelief and asked curiously.

Cedric smiled indifferently and explained:

"My spell level has always been the same. It's just that when I was dueling with Cassandra, considering that she was a freshman, I specially adjusted my spell casting speed and magic power release to the level of my freshman year."

After hearing Cedric's explanation, Wentworth silently gave him a thumbs up.

On the other side, Weilin, whose wand was knocked away by Cedric, turned red and white after hearing Cedric's explanation, and said angrily:

"Green, do you think that we Slytherins will be afraid of you just because we have more people? We Slytherins, but..."

However, before Weilin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Green's whistle.

"Welin, you are no longer the Slytherin prefect! You can't represent Slytherin! Don't believe it? Look behind you!"

After hearing Green's words, Welin turned around and looked behind him. Sure enough, he saw that the Slytherins who had been surrounding Welin, after Welin's wand was knocked away by Cedric, all quietly moved back a few steps, fearing that they would be affected.

At this time, Welin was standing alone in front of the Slytherin table, without the support he had in the past.

"Welin, if I were you, I would apologize to Cassandra right now and then hide back in my own dormitory. After all, you were once a Slytherin prefect. It would be so embarrassing to be beaten in front of so many people!"

Green said, fanning the flames.

Hearing Green's words, Weilin swallowed his saliva and said calmly:

"Green, Cassandra and I are Slytherins' business. What does it have to do with you Hufflepuffs? I'm telling you, mind your own business!"

Green lightly flicked the prefect badge on his chest and said proudly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking to you as a Hufflepuff student, I'm talking to you as a Hogwarts prefect!"

Welin was choked by the Green and was speechless. He looked around and all the Slytherins he saw subconsciously avoided his gaze and avoided eye contact.

Looking around, Welin finally realized that he was now alone and no longer dared to conflict with Green. But he couldn't apologize to a first-year student! Welin looked fiercely in the direction of Hufflepuff, and finally set his eyes on Cassandra who had been sitting in his seat. The next second...

"spit!"

Weilin suddenly spat at Cassandra, then turned around and walked away.

Seeing this scene, Green, who had been grinning, suddenly changed his expression and became extremely gloomy. Although Cedric's wand was always pointed at Weilin, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Seeing that the saliva of Weylin went straight to Cassandra, Weylin's figure was about to disappear in the crowd of Slytherin.

"Hanging fuchsia!"

Suddenly, a spell flew by, and Weilin flew into the air along with his own saliva! "Wow!"

Weilin was seen struggling in the air, but he could not break free from the invisible restraints!

Not only that, this strange scene quickly attracted the attention of most students. Several Ravenclaw students ran to Weilin with paper and pen in their hands, pointing at him, as if they were exploring this new spell.

The others looked in the direction of the spell and saw Wentworth slowly retracting his wand, while Cedric and Green on both sides all widened their eyes and looked at Wentworth sitting in his seat in disbelief.

"The magic power contained in your spell is probably at the level of a fourth or fifth grader!"

Cedric was closest and felt it most clearly, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Wentworth waved his hands and said:

"No, no, no, the main reason is that my wand is a little special. It can amplify the power of the spell, so it gives people the feeling that it is full of magical power."

Cedric nodded, not quite understanding.

At this time, Weilin's scream came again:

"Wentworth! Why do you do this? You have no right to do this! Put me down now! You are violating school rules!"

Wentworth stood up without taking it seriously, and even bowed deeply in the direction of Welin, saying, "I'm so sorry, Senior Welin, I didn't mean it! I just saw a mouthful of spit about to fall, and in line with the principle that Hogwarts is my home and love for hygiene depends on everyone, I wanted to let it float up and not defile our hall."

"But I am a freshman after all. My skills are limited. I didn't control my magic well. I accidentally released a little too much magic, and that's why I got you into trouble! Please forgive me!"

Wentworth looked polite and harmless, but he made people around him feel nauseous.

Although everyone knew that Wentworth was lying with open eyes, obviously no one intended to stand up for Weilin in this matter.

Weilin, who was hanging in the air, saw this scene. Although he had cursed Wentworth countless times in his heart, he said:

"Okay Wentworth, it's wrong of me to spit casually. I know it's wrong. Can you put me down first?"

In Welin's opinion, as a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, being able to apologize to Wentworth, a first-year student, was already giving him enough face! "I'm sorry, Senior Welin, this spell is a little special and requires a counter-spell to break it!"

As soon as Wentworth finished speaking, a Ravenclaw who was standing below Wein became interested and asked in surprise: "Really? This is a spell that requires a counter-spell to be removed? This kind of spell is very rare!"

"Stop the curse immediately!"

Another Ravenclaw quickly tried it, and sure enough, it had no effect, so... more Ravenclaws gathered around and even started discussing with each other.

Wentworth, who was not far away, didn't wait for Weilin to continue speaking, but spoke first: "Sorry, Senior Weilin, I haven't learned the counter-spell yet..."

(End of this chapter)