Chapter 162: Pure - Blood Dispute, the Water God Blazes the Trail!

As these words were uttered, the whole hall was in shock.

Not only the students from Slytherin House, but also most of the students from the other three houses had obviously never heard this piece of history.

They looked at Dudley, and different people had different looks in their eyes.

There was shock, admiration, but more of it was doubt...

"If you don't believe me, you can go and ask people from that era!

There are ghosts dating back a thousand years in Hogwarts Castle.

Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic, the Grey Lady in the Ravenclaw Tower (that is, Helena Ravenclaw), and that crazy Bloody Baron from Slytherin House are all figures from the time when Hogwarts was founded.

You can ask them when they're in their right mind to see if I'm correct or not!

Also, for those classmates from so - called pure - blood families, if you have the chance, go home and rummage through your family's books.

Search for ancient books with an objective description and see exactly when your ancestors came up with this disgusting 'pure - blood supremacy' theory!"

"This is impossible, impossible! You're lying!"

A Slytherin student couldn't take what Dudley said. He shot to his feet and let out a shrill scream.

"Whether I'm lying or not, you can verify it yourself. I don't wanna talk much about bloodline discrimination today. Anyhow, I won't let anyone with bloodline - discrimination ideas into my class.

I can give those classmates who have ever discriminated against others based on bloodline a chance. If you can sort it out before coming to my class, truly reflect deep down in your heart, and vow not to practice bloodline discrimination in the future, then I'll still welcome you."

Facing the shrill screams of the Slytherin students, Dudley stayed calm and didn't give them a damn.

After he finished talking, he noticed that the Slytherin students still didn't sit down. Instead, more and more of them got to their feet, glaring at him furiously, as if they were gonna draw their wands and start a brawl.

Dudley didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed:

"If you think you don't meet my first two conditions anymore, you can just sit down and chow down on your dinner, or leave the Great Hall when you're stuffed. I'm not pressuring you.

If you wanna start a scrap, go ahead. I'll just stand right here. You can give it a shot and see if I, this teaching assistant, am a phony and if I'm fit to teach you!"

As Dudley spoke, his smile became colder and his tone grew firmer. He stared straight at the Slytherin students who stood up and were clearly dissatisfied.

"We're sick of you! You good - for - nothing teaching assistant. Do you really think we're scared of you! Let's all go at it. I don't believe dozens of us pure - bloods can't take on an eleven - year - old Mudblood!"

A reckless senior from Slytherin House boldly hurled insults at Dudley.

Inspired by him, out of the more than seventy students in Slytherin House, more than forty pure - blood students drew their wands and pointed them at Dudley on the stage.

These were almost all the pure - blood students in Slytherin House. Most of those who didn't stand up were half - bloods.

Among the Slytherin first - years, Malfoy, because of his family's pure - blood position, also had to stand up with his two sidekicks.

Beside him, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, two male friends from pure - blood families he had known for a long time, along with the infatuated Pansy Parkinson and the stout Millicent Bulstrode, also stood up.

The students from the other three houses reacted when they saw the Slytherins' stance.

Harry and his companions immediately stood up and intended to call on the Gryffindor students to help Dudley fight the Slytherins.

But Dudley reached out his hand from a distance to stop them, signaling that he didn't need their help.

"Good! Very good! Another brave soul who dares to call me a Mudblood! Stop standing there like fools. I'm giving you a chance. Come at me together and cast your spells!"

Dudley coldly urged, completely enraging the pure - blood students of Slytherin.

They temporarily set aside their concerns about Dudley's identity and strength and all cast curses, white and black spells at Dudley with their wands.

More than forty magical lights merged into a powerful magical beam and attacked Dudley on the stage.

Dudley remained calm. He quickly grasped the Smelting stick with his right hand and drew a large circle in front of him, creating a Personal Space passage that prohibited all things from entering.

At the same time, he coldly chanted an incantation, stretched out his left hand, and fully unleashed an extremely powerful compound magic.

"The Water God Blazes the Trail!"

A huge stream of water was born out of thin air and quickly condensed into a giant water dragon in the form of a Chinese five - clawed divine dragon, full of magical energy and completely composed of water.

The giant water dragon swam nimbly in the air, twisting and turning, circling around the magical beam cast by the Slytherin pure - blood students, and pounced on the spell - casters at an extremely high speed.

The magical beam composed of more than forty incantations struck the dark spatial passage created by Dudley and had no effect. It dispersed into scattered magical energy and vanished into the surrounding air.

"This is impossible, ah—"

The Slytherin brave who had called Dudley a Mudblood let out an incredulous and desperate scream.

In the next instant, he and the brothers and sisters he had incited together endured the strong impact from the giant water dragon.

A few high - level Slytherins quickly cast protective magic, but it didn't cause any trouble to the water dragon's offensive.

Dudley controlled the water dragon and 'swallowed' all the Slytherin students who had cast spells on him into the dragon's body.

He let them 'enjoy' diving and blowing bubbles as they swam around in the spacious mid - air of the Great Hall with the water dragon, up and down, left and right, giving them a taste of extreme sports.

The five - clawed water dragon brought a shocking performance to the Hogwarts students under the star - studded ceiling of the Great Hall.

All the students were speechless.

They once again intuitively felt the gap in strength between themselves and Dudley.

The Slytherin students who hadn't stood up to attack Dudley were extremely glad and silently mourned for their fellow students on the water dragon in their hearts.

Dudley was straightforward in his love and hatred and never wronged the innocent.

Malfoy had cast a color - changed Lumos spell without offensive power at him just now.

So Dudley positioned Malfoy in the water dragon's throat, letting Malfoy's head stick out of the open dragon's mouth without being submerged in the water.

The position of the dragon's head was relatively stable when the water dragon was soaring through the air. So, among the more than forty unlucky guys, Malfoy suffered the least torture.

Moreover, his situation was not very noticeable, so it didn't affect Malfoy's participation in the feast with the pure - blood families.

Dudley could observe the vital signs of these snakes through the magic power filling the water dragon. After two or three minutes, feeling that they were almost at their limit, he controlled the water dragon to spit them back to the Slytherin long table.

They fell to the ground, coughing up water non - stop.

"Believe it now, right? If pure - bloods are so noble, how could you guys be toyed with like this by an eleven - year - old Muggle - born wizard like me? Without the corresponding strength, is nobility just empty talk?"