Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying!

As he retreated, Malfoy suddenly yelled, and the spell struck Neville, whose legs immediately stuck together as if they had become an inseparable pillar.

Neville fell to the ground, his face flushed, and he tried to get up, but he struggled on the ground like a fish out of water.

The Slytherins burst into laughter, and one boy even kicked his wand away.

Draco Malfoy bowed triumphantly to those around him, like a magician who had performed a successful act. He then turned and sneered, "Tell the professor? Merlin—you're such a coward, Longbottom—are you really a Gryffindor? Or did the Sorting Hat accidentally put this big oaf in the wrong place?"

"Then where should he go, Draco?" a girl with a high-pitched voice asked deliberately.

“Good question—Pansy—good question—let me think—” Draco hesitated for a moment, pretending to think, looked around, and asked, “How about the trash can?”

Neville let out a sob, unable to contain himself.

The Slytherins were practically bursting with laughter.

"Let him go, Malfoy!"

Harry Potter burst out of the corridor like a cannonball.

Chapter 74 Front Teeth

Upon hearing Harry's voice, Malfoy hurriedly turned around, but it was too late. Harry knocked him flying, and Malfoy then bumped into Goyle, who was grinning foolishly. The two of them tumbled to the ground together.

“Harry Potter!” Malfoy shouted angrily.

Ron ran over and stood next to Harry, confronting the others. He racked his brains—Slytherins outnumbered them, perhaps they should run towards the library…

"Harry, don't—oh, Neville!"

Hermione was so angry when she saw Neville's state that her lips turned white. She rushed over to break the spell on Neville.

Neville finally stood up with Hermione's help, trembling all over, staring intently at the Slytherin student who was stepping on his wand—Theodore Nott.

Under his fierce and angry gaze, Nott subtly pulled his foot back a little.

"This is outrageous! You—" Hermione glared angrily at the crowd and shouted, "How could you do this to him?"

"What's it to you?" Malfoy said angrily as he stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "You stinking mudblood!"

Harry didn't understand what was happening when he heard Ron and Neville roar and rush forward!

“You will pay for what you said, Malfoy!” Ron shouted.

"Don't say that word, don't!" Neville also displayed unprecedented courage and anger.

Two fists slammed into Malfoy's face, one after the other.

The handsome young Malfoy screamed in agony as blood gushed from his nose.

“How dare you!” Pansy Parkinson screamed, grabbing Ron’s robe and tearing his neck with her nails.

The Slytherins around them didn't just stand there either. Goyle kicked Neville in the stomach, while Nott kicked Ron away.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then immediately reacted. When Crabbe punched Neville in the head, he pounced on him without hesitation.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors immediately engaged in a fierce battle. They had no time to use spells and relied entirely on their fists and feet. After a brief period of advantage, the three Gryffindor boys quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Although Hermione didn't understand what Malfoy had said, she didn't hesitate to use the spell she knew best—

"Yugadim Leviosa!"

With a forceful wave of the wand, the Slytherins present felt as if their robes were choking them. They were involuntarily pulled up by their own clothes, suspended in the air for two or three seconds, and then slammed to the ground with a "bang".

Harry and his two companions, who were being beaten on the ground, stared at her in astonishment.

"what!"

Pansy hit her nose, groaning in pain and cursing, "You damned mudblood—"

With his nose bleeding profusely, Malfoy tumbled to his feet, pulled out his wand, pointed it at Hermione, and roared, "Front teeth like clubs!"

"Stop!" Harry quickly drew his wand, instantly recalling a spell he had seen in a book before—

"Tarantella dance!"

Their spells flew through the air, Malfoy's spell hitting Hermione. The girl whimpered and quickly reached out to cover her face, but her front teeth had already begun to grow at an alarming rate, extending past her lips and down to her chin in the blink of an eye. Harry's spell, on the other hand, hit Malfoy, but due to his lack of practice, the spell's power only caused Malfoy to fall backward.

For a moment, spells flew everywhere in the corridor, and passing students quickly moved away. But everyone soon realized that most of their spells were less powerful than their own fists and feet, so the young wizards started punching and kicking again.

Hermione's teeth had grown down to her chin. She tried to leave, but was stopped by Pansy Parkinson. So the brown-haired girl decisively rammed into her and gave her a hard headbutt. Both of them screamed in pain.

"Immobulus! (Freeze everyone!)"

A voice suddenly rang out in the corridor, freezing everyone in their tracks; it looked rather comical at first glance.

—The professor is here?

The students all had this thought at the same time, and suddenly felt a pang of panic.

Only Neville shouted happily, "Wade!"

Harry was pushing Malfoy's face hard with one hand while fighting with Nott. He was frozen in an extremely contorted position, his eyes straining to look to the side, only to see a long, thin shadow stretched by the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Neville?” Wade Gray’s voice rang out in surprise. “And—well, Hermione—what are you doing?”

Before Neville could answer, he cast two spells in quick succession: "Spell Stop! Strength Dissipates!"

The group was finally no longer frozen in awkward poses, but their limbs were weak and their bodies limp. Harry almost hugged Malfoy, but he quickly broke free and looked at the newcomers.

It wasn't just Wade Gray who came along; there were also Michael Corner and Padma Petit from Ravenclaw, and Theo Mancini and Ryan Caro from Hufflepuff.

The students from the four colleges attend classes at different times. They are not too unfamiliar with each other, but they are not very familiar either. They basically know each other but have not spoken much.

Even so, Harry and Ron knew that the students before them were all top students in class, frequently praised and earning points for their houses. They had never been known to have any misconduct, nor had they broken school rules like the Weasley brothers. Especially Wade Grey—it seemed every professor disliked him, and he was also the inventor of the Book of Friends…

Facing peers like this, one naturally feels a sense of distance mixed with inferiority and helplessness, as if an invisible shackle binds their hands, feet, and temper.

The Slytherins all got up, and under the watchful eyes of Michael and the others, they looked at each other and did not continue their attack.

Wade ignored the students; he was bending down to pull the disheveled Hermione up from the ground to examine her long front teeth. Hermione tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was difficult, as the teeth were still growing and had almost reached her shoulders.

The long, white teeth gleamed, looking both frightening and comical.

The girl whimpered, touching her teeth in shock and fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s alright, Madam Pomfrey will heal you in two minutes,” Wade reassured her, then took off his robe and covered Hermione’s head. “Padma, could you please accompany Hermione to the infirmary?”

“Okay, leave it to me.” Padma replied decisively, helping Hermione away and pulling her robe up to cover her increasingly terrifying teeth, as well as the prying and mocking gazes of others.

After the girls left, Wade turned to the others, smiled, and said gently, "So—can anyone tell me what exactly happened here?"

His face was calm, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

Chapter 75 Seeking Advice, Showdown

The atmosphere instantly tensed. The Slytherins instinctively avoided his gaze, some even taking a couple of steps back. Only Malfoy managed to say, "This is a matter between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Mind your own business, Wade Grey!"

“Draco—” Nott tugged at his arm and whispered, “This is getting boring, let’s go—”

"It's because of me!"

Neville mustered his courage and said, his voice trembling slightly, "I ran into them on the road. Malfoy used the Leg-Locking Curse on me, and he said he wanted to find someone to practice the spell—Harry—and Ron and Hermione—that's why they confronted Malfoy and his gang to help me. Then Malfoy called Hermione—a Mudblood—"

“Navie!” Michael shouted.

Neville's voice stopped abruptly. He was momentarily stunned, then reacted under the gazes of the others, looking at Wade with some fear.

Those present suddenly realized that there was another person from a non-magical family here—Wade had never specifically mentioned at school that his parents were Squibs, only that they didn't know any magic.

Because in the eyes of wizards, Squibs and Muggles are no different—Squibs are even more discriminated against than Muggles. Muggles have made remarkable, transformative changes to the world, while Squibs have done nothing but become discarded trash and scum of the wizarding world.

When he first enrolled, Vader was looked down upon by some people because of his non-magical family background. But he quickly shattered their prejudices with his strength, and no one mentioned his bloodline anymore. In fact, many of his classmates thought that Vader was born into a pure-blood family and had received elite wizard training since childhood.

—Without this explanation, it's impossible to understand why they are portrayed as utterly worthless in comparison.

At this moment, everyone remembered that Vader was also born into a non-magical family. The air suddenly became quiet, and the faint noise disappeared completely. It was so quiet that they could almost hear their own breathing.

Nott released Malfoy's hand.

“I see—isn’t it common for classmates to practice spells together?” Wade looked at Malfoy: “I’ve also learned a spell, and I’d like to ask Malfoy for some pointers.”

Malfoy would have felt more at ease if he had yelled and charged at him angrily like Harry and the others. But now, Wade only had a half-smile on his face, seemingly not angry at all, which frightened Malfoy.

"Wh-what—"

He gripped his wand tightly and stammered.

If Malfoy could look in the mirror, he would find that his current expression is remarkably similar to Neville's when he was surrounded, even more so, showing a greater sense of cowardice and guilt.

Vader raised his wand, bowed slightly, and stared coldly at the person in front of him—

"Bow, Mr. Malfoy."

“I—I refuse—” Malfoy instinctively refused, pointing his wand at Wade as he tried to explain, “I was talking about Granger the mud—not you—it was Longbottom who said that—”

This person... is both vicious and naive...

Vader sighed inwardly and swung his wand—

"Except your weapons!"

A blinding red light flashed, and Malfoy was struck by the spell's light, flying backward and knocking Crabbe over. His wand also flew out of his hand and landed with a thud at Nott's feet.

Nott looked around, but instead of picking up the wand, he took two steps back.