Chapter-12 This New Student? Just Don't Be Too Cruel!

The old bat was shocked when he saw the eerie green light. At first, he was speechless, especially after fully realizing the magical effect. He was baffled—how bored must someone be to modify the Luminescent Charm just to turn it green? Was it all for the sake of scaring people? Considering Kyle's track record, though, this contest was over before it even started. At only eleven years old, Kyle was already skilled in silent casting—a talent even more frightening than Voldemort's at that age.

The old bat left the common room abruptly; he needed to talk to Dumbledore again.

...

"This isn't the Killing Curse!" Malfoy finally realized, frustration and humiliation washing over him.

Kyle shrugged. "I never said it was," he replied, casually twirling his wand. In an instant, Kyle cast a level 8 "Disarming Charm" with dark magical enhancements, which changed its usual white light into something shadowy and sinister. Before Malfoy could react, he was thrown backward by an invisible force.

"Disarm you! Disarm you! Disarm you!" Kyle continued, knocking out every competitor, except for Pansy Parkinson, who was too terrified to keep hold of her wand. He spared her—for the moment. 

Kyle then glanced at the senior Slytherins watching the spectacle. "I know most of you can't understand me," he said, with a sharp smile. "But so what? I like it that way—you can't beat me either."

He paused before adding, "You should be grateful Dumbledore runs this place. Otherwise, who knows what I'd do to you. But you won't be in Hogwarts forever."

With a wave of his wand, Kyle turned the books on the common room shelves into black snakes, which slithered and wrapped around Malfoy and the others who had tried to fight. The snakes hoisted them up to the ceiling. Originally, Kyle had planned to use a simple levitation charm with rope, but the dark magic influence had turned the ropes into venomous serpents.

The result? Some were so scared they wet themselves, raining yellow droplets onto the floor.

"Kyle, enough! You're just a first-year!" Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Marcus, finally protested, his pride wounded by this public humiliation.

Kyle tilted his head, smiling. "Got a problem with that? Perhaps you should reconsider your stance."

Before Marcus could react, Kyle disarmed him effortlessly with a quick flick of his wand. Another snake wrapped around Marcus, hanging him from the ceiling alongside the others.

With Marcus subdued, none of the other Slytherins dared meet Kyle's gaze.

Kyle then approached the trembling Pansy Parkinson, lifting her chin slightly with his wand, looking both intimidating and oddly charming at the same time.

"Don't worry, Miss Parkinson, I don't harm women without reason," Kyle said smoothly. Yet as he spoke, another black snake slithered toward her. "But how about you hang yourself up?"

Pansy was left speechless—what kind of mercy was that?

...

"My magic will wear off by sunrise tomorrow," Kyle announced to the room after dealing with Pansy. "Until then, if anyone dares to let them down…" His eyes darkened. "I'll hang them up myself."

No one dared to challenge him; the senior Slytherins couldn't gauge Kyle's full power, and none wanted to find out the hard way.

"Senior Farley, where's my dorm?" Kyle asked casually.

Gemma Farley, startled to hear her name, quickly directed him. "Uh, down the hall to the right."

"Thanks," Kyle said politely, twirling his wand as he strolled off to his room, leaving behind a group of stunned Slytherins.

Was this really just a first-year? He was ruthless!