HP Shavings Wizard

"I never thought that a Muggle-born like you could get into Slytherin!"

"That's right. We Slytherins are the best wizards. How can a Mudblood like you be worthy of them?"

"You're really disgracing Slytherin. You might as well get out of here as soon as possible!"

Several girls started to make a fuss in a sarcastic and mean manner.

Alison, who was surrounded, lowered her head aggrievedly, her body trembling slightly, and she looked very scared.

Although Draco wanted to remind the few pure-blood girls who used to play with his small group, he didn't dare to say it directly, for fear of attracting Miss Green, who her father had warned him to stay away from.

Pansy said disdainfully: "Don't waste your time talking to her, just do it!"

Millicent took a step forward with an expression of watching a good show, intending to reach out and push Alison. She could already imagine the girl crying and begging for mercy, being kicked out of Slytherin.

This gave her a sense of pleasure in deciding the fate of others.

Alison, who had lowered her head, suddenly curled her lips, and instead of retreating, she moved forward, deftly pulled her hand, and kicked her ruthlessly in the stomach.

Millicent screamed and fell to the ground, holding her stomach in pain, as if she was going to vomit her dinner.

Seeing this, the other girls subconsciously took a few steps back.

The mission failed and was beaten by the cowardly red-haired little wizard. Pansy was furious as she looked at Millicent lying on the ground.

"You're a piece of shit. You can't even beat a mudblood."

At this time, Pansy did not realize the seriousness of the problem, so she simply rushed forward and hit Alison in the face.

Alison rushed into the girls like a nimble leopard, elbowing, punching, whipping, kicking, throwing and throwing... violent yet beautiful.

In a moment, after a set of silky and fast fighting skills, no one was left standing except her.

Alison commented in her mind that these sandbags felt more comfortable than the ones she had used to hit in the past. The spoiled little kids were indeed very tender.

The Slytherin common room was in complete silence as the other spectators stared at Alison in amazement, unable to stop her.

When young wizards who have not learned many spells fight, fists are much more effective than magic. This may be the reason why the Malfoy family found two big followers for Draco.

But at this moment, Draco was thinking blankly that neither Crabbe nor Goyle might be able to beat that girl.

The class leaders hurried over, and their faces turned ugly when they saw this scene.

Several new students from pure-blood families had bruised faces and noses, and curled up on the ground like shrimps, crying and howling. Some had dislocated limbs, some had their teeth knocked out, some had nosebleeds, and some vomited all over the floor.

In fact, this kind of injury that can be cured by a few bottles of healing potions is not considered serious in the wizarding world and will heal after a few days of pain. What is really serious is the difficult-to-heal black magic injuries and fatal physical injuries.

However, this scene does seem a bit tragic at first glance.

The female prefect asked sharply, "What's going on?"

Alison blinked her blue eyes innocently: "…They tried to attack me, but I ended up beating them up instead."

The two prefects looked at the mess on the ground, then looked at Alison who was clean and tidy, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Finally, the female class leader said dryly: "...No matter what, hitting someone is wrong. You violated the school rules."

The male class leader took a deep breath and added, "We will report this matter to the dean truthfully. As for how he will deal with it, it is not up to us to decide."

"Healed as before!"

They first cast some healing spells on the girls on the ground to repair their minor injuries, ensuring that they could walk to the dean's office to receive potion treatment.

Then the prefects took Alison and the other girls out of the common room.

Alison followed the prefects obediently, ignoring the angry and fearful glares from the other girls.

A few minutes later, they arrived outside the Potions Professor's office. The prefects gave the password "Sunlight Orchid" and led the restless freshmen in.

Alison looked around curiously. The decoration of the entire office was very depressing. It was dark everywhere, and there was a faint, indescribable, mixed smell of potions in the air.

Professor Snape was sitting behind his desk, correcting holiday homework. When he heard the noise, he looked up.

Two prefects.

The little wizard with a Muggle surname who was a little special in Slytherin, and who Dumbledore had directly told him to pay special attention to, didn't expect that he would start to make trouble before tonight.

The other few were girls from pure-blood families. Some were dislocated, some were holding their stomachs, some had swollen faces and lost teeth, some were bleeding from the nose... It was obvious that they had suffered physical attacks.

Snape frowned and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

The female class leader reported the whole story.

The innocent face of Alison, the protagonist.

After hearing this, Snape's face became even gloomier.

"As students of Hogwarts, you should know that fighting is against school rules."

Snape's sharp eyes examined Alison, who was clean and obviously not well.

"Especially you. As a freshman, you get into a fight right after entering school. Do you know what this means?"

Alison lowered her head to hold back her laughter, and suddenly she pointed at her innocent dean and started to curse him. She repeated all the words of those girls, and imitated their arrogant and malicious tone.

"With a Muggle surname like this... he must be a Mudblood! What are you pretending to be!"

"I never thought that a Muggle-born like you could get into Slytherin!"

"We Slytherins are the best wizards. How can a Mudblood like you be worthy of them?"

"You're really disgracing Slytherin. You might as well get out of here as soon as possible!"

The air in the Potions Professor's office suddenly froze.

The prefects stared at Alison in amazement.

Snape's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to eat someone.

After Alison finished scolding, she immediately returned to her serious look, but she couldn't suppress the smile in her voice after her mischief. Then she pointed at a few girls with bruised faces and noses nearby and started to complain.

"…I felt that they were making innuendos and were dissatisfied with you, a wizard with a Muggle surname, so I repeated them to you, the dean."

When the girls heard this, their faces turned pale instantly. They were not good at speaking, and they stammered and could not explain themselves under Professor Snape's anger.

The class leaders couldn't help but secretly groan. They didn't expect that this seemingly harmless girl could be so bold.

Snape took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He looked at Alison and said "yes" three times in a row coldly.

"good, very good, excellent."