Harry's Genuine Anger

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With Dumbledore's intervention, some sort of order was restored in the classroom.

Even so, it did not really matter; the damage had already been done.

Harry's words and its implication were clear to every student in the classroom, and the impact was immense because what Harry had said was entirely correct.

Snape's favouritism and partiality toward the Slytherin students was as apparent as daylight, seen and observed by every student.

Although the students in the classroom had quieted for the moment, they could not wait to run out and share this explosive piece of news with their friends and classmates who were busy in other elective classes.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore understood the extent of the damage and could only feel frustrated. He took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. His first priority was now to handle the mess created by Harry changing his subject, and only afterward would he consider the other matter.

"Harry," Dumbledore said as he took control of the situation.

"We will now begin the test to determine if you are competent enough to change your elective subject to the study of ancient runes," he said.

He continued, "Although the subject generally comprises two parts—the theory and the practical, we will skip the theory..."

"But… headmaster…" Bathsheda tried to protest from the side, but Dumbledore paid no heed to her.

He continued, "If you prove yourself sufficiently competent in the practical, we will have no need for theory."

Harry felt quite amused by this. If the same criterion were applied to examinations, almost half of the Hogwarts students would fail in every subject.

For every subject taught at Hogwarts, the practical component was always the more challenging aspect. A student could always memorize and write down the theory, but wand weaving for spells, herbology practical, or potion brewing were far more difficult.

Students such as Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Crabbe, Goyle, and many others could hardly transform a matchstick into a golden needle with even 70% efficiency, let alone 100% efficiency.

And mind you, this had been taught in the very first transfiguration class of their first year.

Moreover, for a subject like the study of ancient runes, the difficulty of the practical component was magnified many times over.

"I do not see a problem with this, headmaster," Harry responded calmly.

Bathsheda, who was about to protest further, fell silent, realizing that now that Harry had agreed, her words carried no weight.

She wondered if Harry was hoping that Dumbledore would pass him regardless of the test's outcome. Even though she had just witnessed Harry's sharp tongue, she could not be sure about the connection between Harry and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled. "Very fine."

"Professor Babbling, you should start," he said.

Bathsheda put aside her thoughts as she looked at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, can you draw the basic defensive rune?" She asked.

This was the first practical exercise, aside from the theory, that the students were taught when they began their elective journey in the third year.

"Yes, professor," Harry said as he pulled out his wand.

Magical energy began to flow through Harry's wand and, in few moments, a basic defensive rune was drawn in the air.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, Snape, and Bathsheda were shocked by Harry's performance. Although Harry had minimized the display of his skills to an extremely low level and had taken a time comparable to that of an average student to draw the rune, the smoothness with which the magic flowed through his wand was spectacular.

When a student learned the art of rune-making, the first, and probably the most challenging, aspect was to channel their magic through their wand so that the symbols of the runes could be drawn.

The flow of magic had to be extremely smooth and balanced. If the magical power remained less than required, the rune would dissipate even before the next symbols were drawn and if the magical power exceeded what was required, it would burst and explode immediately.

Little did they know that Harry was minimizing his talent, for he did not even require a wand to draw these runes.

Wandless magic was something that an average person had heard of, and an excellent wizard or witch could perform a few wandless spells at most. However, drawing runes without a wand was something they had never heard of.

While the three panelists were in shock, it was Snape who recovered first as he very subtly picked up his wand, which had been lying on the desk in front of him.

It was Dumbledore who first noticed Snape's subtle movement, but by the time he shouted, "Snape…" it was too late.

Harry also caught the incoming spell directed toward him and it struck the defensive shield which Harry had drawn.

Since Harry had provided very little power to the shield, it shattered in an instant, and the spell headed straight for his face.

For the first time since arriving in this world, Harry felt a genuine anger rising in his heart. If he had been the original Harry, there would have been no way for him to save himself from the spell.

The spell would have struck him in the face and he would have been badly injured and his face would have been left in a terrible mess- bloodied and mutilated.

With anger surging in his heart, Harry swatted the incoming spell with his wand and it was deflected towards the wall of the classroom.

"What?" Snape was on the verge of justifying his actions, although a happy smirk was visible on his face.

"We need to check the strength of the shield…" he tried to say more, but his words struck in his throat as the environment in the room suddenly turned suffocating.

"How dare you?" Harry exclaimed, livid, his glowing green eyes boring into Snape and scaring him intensely.

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