These words reached Blaise's ears, and Blaise's face instantly turned red. It was as embarrassing as if one's underwear had been taken off in public.
He looked angrily at the person who spoke, and before the rebuke and curse came out, most of the anger in his heart dissipated as if a basin of cold water had been poured in front of him.
There was no other reason, because everyone knew the person who spoke.
Malfoy looked at Blaise's expression as if he had eaten a fly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.
At the same time, I was relieved in my heart. From the moment he stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, the results of every action he took were mostly opposite to his goals and expectations.
He wanted to be friends with Harry, but instead of becoming friends, he succeeded in becoming enemies. He wanted to reason with Luke, but Luke knocked down several big hats and made him confused, so he could only talk and go back. I also wanted to be the center of attention at the branching ceremony. As a result, Luke and Harry stole his limelight without a trace.
Finally, when he opened his mouth to ridicule today, he finally met someone who was similar to usual, who was scolded but did not dare to talk back.
Thinking about this, Malfoy suddenly felt that the guy named Blaise in front of him was actually a bit pleasing to the eye.
Professor McGonagall, who had been paying attention to Luke's condition, couldn't help but frown.
"Severus, there seems to be something wrong at your dinner table again. Can't you please stop?"
At this time, Snape was staring at Harry on the Gryffindor table for a while, and was firmly attracted by his eyes.
When Professor McGonagall's frown deepened, Snape said, "If the little guy from the Gaunt family can't handle it well, I will handle it."
Snape turned his head, gave Professor McGonagall a meaningful look and said: "Next, I will try to reduce the control over the students as much as possible. Let them deal with some small things by themselves."
He emphasized the word 'little things'.
Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment and looked at Dumbledore, who was feasting in an inconspicuous manner.
Dumbledore noticed Professor McGonagall's gaze and said to her with a smile: "Minerva, your suggestion is absolutely correct. We should really add more Chinese food to our menu."
He pointed to the food on his plate: "These are called 'dumplings', right? They are really delicious. Do you think we should send a few more elves to the Eastern System to learn the cooking methods and dishes there?" ?”
Before Professor McGonagall spoke, Hagrid, who was holding a beggar's chicken and munching happily, gave Dumbledore a thumbs up with his oily hands and said, "I think this is very necessary, Professor!"
Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly. Then she looked in Luke's direction again. At the same time, she noticed that Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a turban, seemed to be looking at Luke too.
This made her frown subconsciously, but she really couldn't imagine that Quirrell had any ill intentions towards Luke, so she could only not think about it so much and focus on looking at Luke, preparing to see how he would deal with this little matter.
"You! You are insulting our Shabini family!"
After holding it in for a while, Blaise finally let out what was in his heart.
"Oh~ I was insulted? What did I do?!"
Malfoy looked both artificial and incredulous. Then the ridicule at the corner of his mouth got even worse.
"I just told the truth, am I insulting you? Then it is a shame for your family to live in this world."
Luke watched Malfoy's performance with interest.
To be honest, he knew very well that Malfoy was not trying to stand up for Humphrey this time. It's just that he felt that Brays in front of him called himself a noble and insulted this title.
Although there were some deviations in various senses, Luke was still satisfied that he had the heart to safeguard the honor of the nobility.
Blaise's face was red, his lips were pursed tightly, and he clenched his hands into fists, raising them for a while and putting them down for a while. It was obvious that he really wanted to have an attack, but for various reasons he couldn't.
Humphrey looked at Blaise's embarrassed performance, and a happy smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
He couldn't help but recall that his mother had warned him before he got on the train not to have close friendship with those aristocratic students, because they would often look down on him.
But it seems that the current situation is not like this. The heir of the Gaunt family is willing to talk to him, and the Malfoy family member also stands up for him.
It seems that there are still many good people in this world.
"Thanks……"
As soon as he spoke, Luke, who had been paying attention to his movements, immediately spoke.
While he put his right hand on the table, he said seriously and solemnly: "You don't have to be ashamed of your origin and blood, Blaise."
As soon as Luke spoke these words, the eyes of everyone present returned to him again.
Malfoy's expression on the opposite side darkened, and he said something harsh to Luke on the spot. After all, what Luke said was just a slap in the face.
But he vaguely saw the tip of Luke's wand protruding from the cuff of his right hand. Although you can't tell it without looking carefully, the tip of the wand is clearly pointing towards you. Malfoy suffered a loss once in Luke's hands, so he paid special attention to his wand. So he wisely chose to curb his bad temper temporarily.
He closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally straight back relaxed, as if "start your performance."
Those students who had a greater reaction to Luke's words also chose to shut up temporarily after seeing that Malfoy did not speak.
Shutting up and taking stock of the situation is something any little snake needs to learn. Compared to Humphrey, who is of mixed race. The foul-mouthed and impulsive Blaise was the one they were more confused about.
Sorting Hat fever? Would such a reckless man go to Gryffindor?
Luke saw that everyone was waiting for him to speak, so he smiled and said, "You have actually seen that your proud bloodline is just like this in the eyes of Draco or me."
Blaise, who thought Luke would speak for him, turned red again. But before he could get angry, Luke's voice came out again.
"So, I don't care about your bloodline. After all, no matter how noble your bloodline is, unless you are a direct blood relative of Merlin, it doesn't mean much to me."
"What really makes me look down on you is not your blood, but your behavior."
"Who do you think you are mocking today? You are mocking your classmates, your partners, your future helpers, the people who can help you when you are in trouble."
Luke's words made many students in the Snake Academy frown.
If it was fun for them to watch Malfoy mock Blaise, then Luke's speech now was not so fun.
Because many of them have done the same thing as Blaise.
They haven't spoken yet because they don't know what Luke will say next.
