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Malfoy lunged at Flint, trying to stop him from what he was about to do.

But he was a step too late. A curse filled with malice erupted from the tip of Flint's wand, flying towards Hermione at a treacherous angle.

Flint even roared angrily at Malfoy.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I was aiming for that Mudblood's face, but now I can only hit her neck!"

Malfoy looked at Flint with a horrified expression.

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"You idiot, you have no idea what you've done."

"Don't drag me into this!"

The next second, Malfoy drew his wand and hit himself hard, then shouted.

"Ah, I'm fainting, this has nothing to do with me!"

Immediately, he lay down by the wall.

Flint's eyes showed disdain at this scene.

"Spineless Malfoy, is this a trick you learned from your dad? You Malfoys are all softies!"

After spitting, Flint turned his gaze to Hermione, his face full of vicious anticipation for her to break out in foul-smelling pustules.

Hermione, in the midst of the chaos, was too late when she noticed the curse and could only watch in horror as it flew towards her.

Just then, a familiar figure stood in front of her.

"Rhine?"

"No!"

Hermione stared blankly at Rhine, who had once again stood in front of her, blocking the curse, and tears streamed down her face.

Rhine turned around and comforted Hermione.

"It's okay, Hermione."

"A little curse, it doesn't even have the power to give me a nosebleed."

He wasn't exaggerating.

With the defense of his Vajra Body of Non-Confusion, not to mention Flint, who only knew how to play Quidditch and whose magical attainment was utter garbage, even Snape himself, without using Dark Arts, would probably be unable to overcome Rhine's defense.

As soon as the curse touched Rhine, it shattered, failing to have even the slightest effect.

Seeing that Rhine was really okay, Hermione finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

If Rhine were to be hurt because of her, she wouldn't know how to face him.

At this moment, Rhine's cold gaze fell upon the Slytherin students.

Rhine wasn't planning on getting involved in a children's fight, it was too much like bullying.

But Flint's sneak attack with that curse had really angered Rhine.

High-grade students attacking first-years, even using curses in a sneak attack, and uttering such vicious words.

Mischievous children need discipline, and they should be beaten hard until they dare not do it again!

The next second, Rhine suddenly waved his wand.

The heavy Ancient Staff struck the ground heavily, making a deafening sound that drowned out the sounds of the incantations.

Then, the Transfiguration spell, enhanced by the All Creation Manifestation talent, displayed its power.

The Slytherin students' robes came to life, some turning into snakes, winding around and hissing at their faces.

Some turned into thorns, deeply embedded in their flesh, causing them to cry out in pain.

As for those who attacked fairly and didn't go too far, such as Gemma Farley, Rhine turned their robes into ropes, binding them tightly, unable to move at all.

Instantly, the corridor, which had just been a lively battlefield, became silent.

Gazes of horror fell upon Rhine.

This Transfiguration spell?

This is a first-year?!

Damn, isn't this just a young Dumbledore?!

Gemma Farley, who was tightly bound, felt a storm of shock in her heart.

She was, after all, a Slytherin Prefect and knew more than other students.

To possess this level of Transfiguration spell at this age, even Dumbledore probably couldn't do it when he was in school!

So, this year's Gryffindor not only has Harry Potter, the savior, but also a genius who may be comparable to or even surpass Dumbledore?!

Gemma Farley felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

It seems that the competition for the House Cup is really ominous for Slytherin.

She, the Prefect, is definitely going to be recorded in the history of Slytherin House.

She said hoarsely.

"What do you want to do?"

Rhine glanced at her indifferently.

"Nothing, it's just that you Slytherins claim to be nobles, but I don't see any noble etiquette."

"So I'll do you a favor and give you some special training. Everyone, practice your posture here."

"Prefect, stand straight. As a Prefect, you have to set an example."

Gemma Farley's face turned as red as blood.

But Rhine had already shifted his gaze from her to the only two Slytherin students who were not controlled by his Transfiguration spell.

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One of them was Malfoy, who was pretending to be unconscious. Seeing that he was so sensible, Rhine didn't bother with him.

As for the other, it was Marcus Flint.

He was standing there dumbfounded, at a loss.

Rhine strode up to him.

"I heard you're the Slytherin Quidditch Captain, playing as a Chaser, right?"

"Have you ever been hit by a Bludger during training, or accidentally injured by a Beater's bat?"

Flint shook his head blankly.

"No, I haven't..."

The next second, Rhine slammed the staff in his hand hard on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

When Flint opened his mouth in pain, he spat out five or six teeth.

Rhine said calmly.

"Now you have experienced it, right?"

"By the way, your mouth is too stinky, it must be because your teeth are bad. I replaced them for you for free."

The entire corridor was silent, and everyone looked at Rhine with awe.

If everyone's attention to the first-year Gryffindors had mostly been on Harry Potter, then now, probably everyone would remember that Gryffindor also had such an outrageous first-year!

Just then, Snape finally rushed over, following the commotion.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the Slytherin students bound tightly, and Flint lying on the ground picking up his teeth.

Snape's brow furrowed instantly, his face full of dark clouds, glaring fiercely at the Gryffindors, especially Rhine, whose staff was still stained with blood.

"What exactly is going on here?!"

"Who gave you the audacity?!"

Snape's almost roaring voice rang out.

Hope finally appeared in the eyes of the Slytherin students.

Head of House Snape is here, Slytherin will be at peace.

Head of House Snape is here, the sky is clear!

Just then, Harry stood up, with emerald green eyes, squeezed out two drops of frightened tears, and said to Snape.

"Professor, it's really not Rhine's fault."

"The Slytherins started it, especially Flint, he deserved it."

"He fired curses in our direction and said very nasty things to us."

Snape took a deep breath.

"What did he say?"

Harry whispered.

"He called us filthy Mudbloods..."