Hermione immediately said without mercy: "I think I made it very clear at the beginning of the school year that the first to fourth years are under the jurisdiction of our discipline team, and it is not your place, the Ravenclaw prefect, to interfere."
You must not show weakness at this time.
Regarding the prestige of the disciplinary team
This completely disrespectful approach made the young wizards who were about to disperse immediately stop when they saw that there was still something to watch.
Sit down in rows and start eating fruit.
Watching the fun is the same thing no matter where in the world you are.
"So, you don't take me, the prefect, seriously?"
Alex's eyes flashed with danger.
The emergence of the disciplinary team is something that makes the prefects very dissatisfied. No one wants to be managed by multiple things above. Once they taste the taste of power, no one can get rid of it.
There are already several prefects who plan to look good to the disciplinary team.
Of course, the prefects of Slytherin are not included in this list. To become a prefect of Slytherin is to be a powerful person in the wizarding world.
Hermione just looked at him quietly, not saying anything, which made her attitude clear.
Alex smiled arrogantly, took out his wand and pointed it at Hermione: "Very good, it seems I should teach Miss Granger a good lesson."
"Respect the seniors and fear the strong."
'If that Dursley was here, I might still be a little worried, but Granger is just a Muggle wizard, so what if he does it? '
Alex looked at Hermione with contempt in his eyes.
At most, they would be punished by the professor, but it would be difficult for the disciplinary team to manage people anymore. The power would eventually return to their prefects.
If those Slytherin losers hadn't collectively silenced themselves, there would have been no need for Ravenclaw to take action.
As for the fact that he would lose if he took action, it was not within his scope at all.
I am in sixth grade, and the other person is only in second grade.
In a room in Hogwarts, Slytherin, two figures, one large and one small, sat facing each other.
Regarding Luna's bullying incident, Dudley specially gave it to Hermione and the others to handle, in order to train their abilities. They would only take action when they couldn't handle it, but Harry was asked by Lockhart to help him on the way. He left in name, and Malfoy was originally going to be with Hermione and the others, but was temporarily stopped by another person.
That was his father, Lucius Malfoy.
At this time, there was a row of seven broomsticks placed next to Lucius, all of which were the latest model of the flying broomstick Nimbus 2001.
Although there is only one number difference between the Broomstick Nimbus 2000 and 2001, the price of the two has more than doubled, and there is also a huge difference in performance.
"Father, I don't think I need these things."
Draco said, not even looking at the seven broomsticks the whole time.
His father came to him today and told him that he would send him to join the Slytherin Quidditch team on the pretext of donating broomsticks.
Go through the back door?
This was common in Slytherin, but Malfoy now detested this practice.
He believed that with his ability there was no need to join Quidditch.
"Draco, joining Quidditch is just the first step, then becoming captain, then prefect and finally head boy."
"You will gain both honor and power."
Lucius tried to induce Draco, outlined a pie for him, and said with pride: "Our Malfoy family has been prefects for generations, believe me. This resume will be good for you in the future."
He knew his son, Draco had been raised by him since he was a child, and he loved glory as much as he did.
"I told you father, I don't need to use this method."
Draco looked at his father seriously and said, "And I have no interest in prefects."
"Even if you donate brooms I won't join Slytherin Quidditch, I've joined the disciplinary team."
"What a disciplinary team, it's just a child's trick of playing house. I hope you wake up a little bit, Draco." Lucius sneered, his words unabashedly full of disdain and arrogance: "Dumbledore That old man Lido is really crazy to agree to this.”
"Father, you are wrong. That is not a child's play." Draco shook his head, walked to the window sill, looked out the window at the deep lake bottom and said slowly, in a tone that Lucius could not understand: "Brother D, you taught me a lot of things, many of which I can't learn at home."
"I really don't know what kind of ecstasy soup he poured into you to make you believe in him so deeply."
As a father, Lucius saw that his son had such high regard for others, and anger suddenly rose in his heart.
"Dursley? Just a Mudblood."
"Father!" Malfoy's face changed drastically, and his originally pale face was even more devoid of blood at this time. He looked at his father with an unprecedented serious tone and said sternly: "I can pretend that I haven't heard of it this time, but I hope I haven't heard it before. once."
The unquestionable tone and serious expression were something Lucius had never seen before.
It's like he's educating himself.
The son educates the father?
What a rebellion!
Lucius was furious.
He really couldn't figure out why his only son Draco Malfoy, who was originally very obedient, imitated him all the time, and flaunted himself, had changed so much in just one year.
It's all because of that Dursley!
The Carlo family is the same. They are crazy enough to get involved with this mudblood!
A bunch of brats, a bunch of brats who can't see the reality clearly, they will regret it later.
Draco must not be allowed to continue.
He is a pureblood, a noble pureblood Malfoy! This is not Weasley who is willing to fall for himself!
Draco looked at his father and knew that he didn't listen to his words.
But he must never let his father say such words again.
His Draco's dream, his Draco's ambition will come true with Brother D.
I made up my mind.
He turned to look at his father: "My father, I remember that you followed someone when you were young, right?"
Then Draco slowly spoke a name.
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When Draco said that name, the anger in Lucius's heart was extinguished instantly. At the same time, he shuddered unconsciously as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His eyes widened and he looked at his son in disbelief.
How dare he?
How dare he say that name?
"Crazy. Chaotic and murderous."
Listening to Draco's words, Lucius felt a certain mark on his arm begin to hurt.
"The most important thing is that you and his men failed, as did he himself."
"That means your choice, father, was wrong. The Malfoy family was almost expelled because of it."
"And I will not follow your old path."
"Malfoy will never fail, I, Draco, will never fail, and Mr. Dursley will never fail."
(End of chapter)
