Homecoming from Hogwarts

Ron's lips tightened, and his cheeks and ears suddenly turned red. He couldn't help but hear what Malfoy was sarcastic about. He couldn't say anything, because Malfoy's sarcasm hit on something that had been bothering him for some time.

"What Ron does has nothing to do with you, Malfoy—"

Fortunately, Ron was not alone. Harry, who had just thought that Malfoy had changed, laughed at his own naivety in his heart. Some people are born bad and take pleasure in laughing at others. This is something that they will never change until they die. . He walked quickly to Ron and said calmly.

Draco smiled slightly and looked at Harry,

"I think you must be very happy, Potter. Your good friend is finally starting to work hard. Maybe you are counting on Weasley to join your duel team? Oh, to be honest, you have really good taste in selecting teammates. Bad, I mean he might not be as good as Longbottom!

Speaking of which, how did you wake up, Weasley? Did you see that a witch of inferior blood could show off her talents in the Triwizard Tournament, and your pride finally couldn't stand it anymore? "

Pansy Parkinson laughed as loudly as a cow snorting at the mention of showing off.

Ron's breathing quickened, but Draco Malfoy did not stop his verbal attacks.

"Weasley, didn't you beg Professor Blaine to let you rejoin the course? Maybe you have already done so, right? Then, the generous Professor Blaine gave you a... Clean the classroom for everyone. Opportunity?"

Pansy, who was standing behind Draco, finally couldn't help it anymore. She held her belly and laughed sharply.

"At least Ron now knows how to work hard. Where are Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione said unceremoniously.

"Probably still having breakfast in the Great Hall, right?" Harry said in a low voice, "Sorry, I was right. Did they never leave the Great Hall after getting up?"

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"Did anyone ever tell you, Granger -" Pansy Parkinson kept staring at Hermione's face, "that you were jumping up and down like a female monkey at the game?"

"What about you, Parkinson?"

After becoming a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament and training for the first project, some verbal attacks could no longer move Hermione, but before she could refute it, a cold-faced Harry took the lead and said,

"Like a crazy cow?"

"How dare you say that about me, Potter, and I'm going to make you pay!"

Pansy's face suddenly turned ferocious, and she took out her wand and pointed it at Harry, as if she was always ready to take action.

For students in the physical education class, taking out the wand during a conflict is a particularly sensitive matter, so even if Harry wanted to show off to people like Malfoy, he tried his best to restrain himself.

"Then shut your mouth, Parkinson!" Harry snapped.

Hermione only glanced at Pansy, who had taken out her wand, and then looked at Draco, suspicion flashing in her brown eyes.

Draco would definitely not forget the consequences of using the wand, but he was indifferent to Pansy's act of taking out the wand, so what did he want to do? And Hermione didn't hide her doubts in her heart. She grabbed Harry who was fighting with Parkinson, looked at Malfoy, and asked bluntly,

"What do you want to do, Malfoy? If you are here to train, then please do it yourself. We are about to leave-"

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

When Malfoy showed a sarcastic smile, his image was very close to that of his father Lucius Malfoy. Hermione's question made him target Ron again.

"You were just training to avoid the turd eggs, weren't you, Weasley?"

"So what, Malfoy?"

Ron's cheeks were still red. He looked directly at Draco Malfoy, but under Draco's light gray eyes, he felt a little scared in his heart. Ron didn't understand why, because this situation was Never had it before.

"Do you need me to give you some advice, Weasley?" Malfoy asked with false concern.

Hermione once again stopped Harry and Ron who wanted to refute something. She was tired of the meaningless conversation between them. Long-term duel training and the experience of facing the fire dragon in the competition gave Hermione an awe-inspiring power when her face was covered with frost. Even Draco faced Hermione who was completely solemn. , and squinted his eyes unconsciously. "Let's compete, compete, Potter -" Finally, Draco no longer concealed his purpose, he raised his chin at Harry,

"Just follow the rules of sparring between us and Professor Blaine in the course. In team mode, let's see whose team is the best!"

Even the teammates around him were a little shocked by Draco's proposal. Although Pansy took out her wand, it was just an act of intimidation. She herself did not want to be kicked out of PE class by Professor Blaine.

"Don't forget, Malfoy-" Hermione said sternly, but he was interrupted by Draco mid-sentence.

"Professor Brain is not in Hogwarts. We just saw him leaving the school below. As long as we close the classroom door and prevent others from coming in, no one will know that we have done anything here. How about that, Potter?"

A real duel with Malfoy?

Harry's green eyes sparkled.

Since the physical education class, they have been training with Professor Brain. However, facing such a great magician who is known as the most powerful contemporary, they have no chance of gaining the upper hand in the competition. They have been constantly being crushed. pressure state.

This is a very normal thing, but the longer the time goes by, the stronger the students' private desire to fight against 'normal' opponents becomes, hoping for a close and hearty battle.

Harry also has this mentality, and if the opponent is Malfoy, this is a matter of seconds, and he can just take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Don't be fooled, Harry!"

As a close friend who stays with him day and night, Hermione immediately noticed that Harry was moving. She said anxiously, and then looked at Malfoy seriously,

"Don't forget, Malfoy, I am the teaching assistant for this course. I will not allow you to duel in private against Professor Blaine's orders, and I will not participate!"

"Oh, okay -" Malfoy was not surprised at Hermione's reaction. He still stared at Harry, shrugged lightly, and smiled mockingly, "I already knew that Gryffindor These are guys who only know how to bluff——"

"I attended."

Harry, who was silent, said abruptly.

"Don't agree, Harry!" Hermione said angrily, "If Professor Blaine finds out, you know the consequences!"

"Calm down, brother--"

Ron also warned in a low voice. He desperately hoped that Harry could give Malfoy a good beating, but if the price was that Harry and Hermione were kicked out by Professor Blaine for violating the rules, then he would rather be insulted by Malfoy. Fan.

"I know Malfoy-" Harry said with a cold face, "This time it's not a trap, he really wants to have a fight, hum, that's exactly what I want-"

Having said that, Harry still had to consider the risks. He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the delighted Malfoy, and said slowly,

"We can compete, we can compete, Malfoy, but I have a condition!"

"What?" Malfoy finally became solemn.

"The duel is between the two of us, not as a team."

Harry was not carried away by anger, although he thought Malfoy really just wanted to compete with him this time, but if Professor Blaine found out, at least Hermione would not be involved.

"--Then, we all swear in the name of our respective colleges that no matter who loses or wins, we will not tell anyone else about this duel. If we agree, we will do it!"

After suffering so many losses, Harry has grown enough. He really hopes to fight Malfoy, but at the same time, he doesn't want to be kicked out.

(End of this chapter)