HP: For a better world

Draco and Ron were hit by each other at the same time.

Ron's face turned pale, and the familiar feeling of nausea came over him again.

Draco crossed his legs, kicked the air twice, and spun around.

Both of them failed to dodge the spell in order to hit the other first.

"... Ugh... Ugh... Ha, Li!" Ron vomited out two slugs and spoke reluctantly based on his familiarity with this state.

"Except your weapons!"

A red light flashed.

Harry got the first step and hit Goyle, who looked stupid, and knocked his wand away.

Goyle's wand flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the air and landed on the edge of the crowd not far away - the circle of people immediately took a few steps back.

"Idiot!" Draco roared, "Remove the curse for me first!" He got so anxious that his quickly leaping steps stumbled and he tripped, falling headfirst on the ground, his feet still twitching happily, dancing a quickstep.

"Stop the spell," Harry said as he ran over and pointed his wand at Ron.

The endless stream of slugs stopped immediately, and Ron spat out a few smaller slugs expertly, "Beautiful! Harry."

Ron straightened up and tried to get closer to Malfoy, who was lying on the ground - his feet were still moving frantically.

Goyle was dazed and scrambled over to grab the wand.

"Petrify all!" Draco gritted his teeth, and taking advantage of the brief moment when his body fell to the ground, he struggled to raise his head from the ground and viciously cast a petrifying spell on Harry, hitting Harry's legs. Harry fell forward unexpectedly -

"Stop the curse now," Draco said, and he got up from the ground on his trembling feet. The nerves on the top of his feet were throbbing.

Ron grinned as he looked over Harry and pointed at Draco who had just gotten up. "Grinning!"

Draco gasped and laughed wildly, "Stupid, pig!!!"

Goyle quickly turned his wand around, pointed it at Draco and began to read...

"Expelliarmus!" Harry dragged his two stone legs and pointed at Goyle and shouted unwillingly.

It hit Goyle again.

Goyle's spell went astray and hit the edge of the fenced-in area - causing everyone around to step back in fear and causing the crowd to boo - but because Harry was still partially focused on his petrified legs, although Goyle's wand slipped out of his hand a second time, it did not fly any further than before and simply fell to the ground.

Draco angrily removed the curse for himself, touched the numb corners of his mouth and his belly that hurt from laughing, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, pointed his finger in front of him and cursed: "Idiot, forget about your wand! Charge!"

Goyle glanced at the wand at his feet, and his "wise" eyes hesitated -

Draco said coldly: "Go ahead! Idiot, do you still think you can keep your wand?"

He commanded: "Go ahead! Get in front of me!"

Goyle glanced at Ron, who was squatting down to remove the curse from Harry, and suddenly he steeled his heart and roared angrily, then rushed over headfirst like a bull.

The open space in the auditorium was not large. After all, it was not a real formal duel arena. The space left by the students on both sides was only twenty meters at most.

Gore got furious and the big guy rushed directly towards the two people who were lying and squatting not far away. His speed was so fast that the two people had no time to react.

Ron and Harry scrambled to catch one each, pulling each other away from the chariot-like gore path.

Going too fast, Gore couldn't stop the car and drove headfirst into the crowd of onlookers who had no time to dodge, causing a cry of surprise, Gore's cries of pain from someone who took the opportunity to attack him, and a crowd of people falling down in the chaos.

There were also people who were not affected who stretched their necks to look with glee.

It felt like hundreds of ducks were quacking in the auditorium at the same time.

Now Gore was dizzy and lying on top of a pile of people, with someone's black feet on his robe - it seemed that he would not be able to stand up for a while.

Draco was so angry that his nose was about to twist. He regretted why he suddenly thought that Goyle would be more useful than Crabbe - these two guys have always been equally intelligent.

He knew very well that seeking victory was no longer feasible. What he had to do was to delay - to delay until the professor noticed the noise in the auditorium - such a big noise could not have gone unnoticed by the professor.

It is also lunch time, and professors will come to the auditorium one after another.

Draco said loudly, "That's it, Potter?" He deliberately brought up the topic with a deliberately sarcastic face - he didn't even need to be sarcastic, in the eyes of Harry and Ron he was simply a MT.

"You both fell down, and I'm still standing. This is your family honor, Weasley?"

"!" Ron cursed angrily, "Shut up, Malfoy! Is the only thing that comes out of your dog's mouth that spews shit? Maybe your mother forgot to wash her arrogant ass when she gave birth to you!"

Draco's face turned even redder, and now it looked like blood was dripping from it instead of the light blush that was caused by his intense emotions before.

"How dare you - how dare you humiliate my mother?"

Rather than verbally humiliating him, Draco was more reluctant to lose the honor of the Malfoy family in a duel—and to lose to their old rivals, the Weasleys, whom they despised the most.

He wanted to, he wanted to wait until the professor came to stop the duel, and make a big fuss about it—

"Really?" said Ron sarcastically. "I forgot your mother was a Black - the family crest used to be three dogs - and it's only natural that puppies come out of dogs' ass -"

"you you!"

Draco's eyes were red with anger, and he seemed to be shaking with anger. Even Harry felt that he had gone too far, as Sirius was also a Black.

"...You seem to have forgotten, Weasley." Draco said softly, "...Except for your family that intermarried with the Muggles...For hundreds of years, pure-blood families have been intermarrying with each other. Not only do I have the blood of the Black family, but you also have it. The glory of pure blood has been despised by you. You are also a bastard in your mouth."

"Even Harry Potter," Draco suddenly turned to Harry who was half lying on the ground and said, "You too, Harry... just over a hundred years ago your ancestors also had a marriage with..."

"Tsk. Harry is different from you." Ron said, "He's a Gryffindor! We're from the same house!"

Draco ignored him, his face turned pale as if he had found his own track: "...Harry, why do you want to stand with them? Are your Muggle family members very good to you? Do you know? When you were just born, many wizard families volunteered to take you in and raise you... because of your pure blood... You have always been a member of the wizarding world. You should have taken over your honor and grown up in glory... But Dumbledore rejected us."

Harry laughed in anger: "I don't think my parents' sacrifice is an honor for me."

He untied the spell on his leg, got up from the ground, held his wand again and stood with Ron and said, "If this is Dumbledore's decision, then I think it's good now - no need to mix with the Malfoys."

"Oh, really?" Draco said deliberately, and saw a black robe coming down the stairs next to him. "I don't think so. Maybe you will know whether this choice is beautiful or not after you experience it..."

"Don't waste your words on him, Harry!" said Ron. "We are here to duel, not to chat! I must teach this guy a lesson today -"

"Well, Weasley, do you think I'm afraid of you--"

As they spoke, they prepared to fight again.

"—Make way! Everyone, get out of the way!" Moody's voice rang out fiercely on the grand staircase, and the sound of wooden legs came over aggressively: "What are you all doing here?!"

His creepy blue eyes rolled around in his sockets, scaring the students next to him so much that they stepped back one after another, as if they were being pierced by his gaze, and made way for him.

However, the two sides in the duel were still arguing and fighting.

"Yeah I think you're just scared, Malfoy -" Ron said, emitting a red light.

"Huh? Only a coward would speculate about others like this. You are judging others by your own standards, Weasley--" Draco didn't tolerate him at all. Without Goyle's hindrance, he dodged the spell and fought back, sending back a red light.

"[So you were dueling, boys!]" Moody limped through the passage made by the students and shouted, "[Stop it!]"

Draco pretended to be the first to notice Moody's arrival, and stopped his hand impatiently. He put away his wand and walked back to Slytherin, not forgetting to throw in a provocative word.

"Lucky for you! Weasley, the professor is here, it looks like this duel will end in a 'draw' -"

"'Draw' what do you mean by draw?" Ron sneered, "The witnesses haven't been announced yet, Malfoy - the duel isn't over yet!" He aimed at the relaxed Malfoy and quickly cast a petrifying spell on him, knocking Malfoy, who was eager to hide back in Slytherin, to the ground with a thud.

"The duel is now over~ Malfoy."

Ron said coldly, his mouth gradually widening: "You lose."

Selwyn saw that the situation was not good and disappeared into the crowd.

Uh-huh!

The petrified Draco stared with his eyes wide open, looking like he was about to go crazy and wished Ron would die.

Ron made a face at him smugly.

"I said stop!" Moody knocked on his wooden leg, squeezed over, and stared at everyone with his scarred face and stopped at Ron: "Don't you understand me, kid?"

Ron high-fived Harry with a clear mind, exchanged a smug look with Hermione, and replied in a good mood, "I stopped."

"Hmph!" Moody snorted heavily, waved his wand at Draco who was lying on the ground to release him from petrification, and swept his magic eyes over the chaotic scene, Goyle who had just gotten up and the 'meat pad' who was complaining, and shouted in a rough and merciless voice: "Disperse! Disperse! Don't gather here anymore!"

Ron smiled smugly.

Behind him, a trace of madness flashed through Malfoy’s eyes. He climbed up resentfully, “You’re right... Weasley, the duel is not over yet! Four points—”

"[Stop, boy!!!]"

Before Draco could finish, he was hit by a flying spell. He felt himself lifted into the air and flipped sideways in the air. His vision suddenly shrank, and all objects were magnified dozens of times and fell to the ground.

He wanted to scream in anger, to tell the damned former Auror that his dad would take care of him, but all that came out of his mouth was the high-pitched squeal of a small animal.

Several people screamed - the crowd that had been leaning against Draco suddenly scattered in a circle, looking in horror at the ferret Draco who was standing on the stone slab and noticed that everything around him had suddenly turned upside down.

"[Quiet!]", Moody yelled.

Everyone fell silent.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily.

Ron uttered an "uh" and raised his hands to his chest in fear, and quickly replied, "No!"

"—He didn't even cast a spell."

"That's good, kid," said Moody, and suddenly he yelled, "[Don't touch him!]"

Ron and Harry were both startled, and Harry's hand, which was about to put on Ron's shoulder, suddenly froze.

"W-what?" asked Harry.

"Not you, boy," said Moody, pointing backwards viciously, and his blue eye rolled back in its socket to face Harry and Ron with the white of his eye.

"Wait... I don't understand?" Ron was confused for a moment and asked cautiously.

Crabbe's hand, which was about to hug the ferret, froze, and he looked tremblingly at Moody, who turned around slowly with his eyes.

He stammered, his originally rough voice suddenly becoming a shrill tone out of fear: "I didn't touch her!"

Selwyn shrank back thankfully, hiding himself more closely in the crowd.

"I hate people who attack others behind their backs!" Moody said gruffly. [1]

Ron shuddered in fear.

The ferret gave a terrified cry, dodging Moody's aggressive, demonic footsteps, and attempted to escape into a corner into the dungeon and hide in the Slytherin common room.

The little wizards around him were as huge as gods, and their panicked footsteps were like collapsing mountains. If he wasn't careful, he would be crushed to pieces.

——At least he is paralyzed on one side.

Magic is not advanced enough to allow a paraplegic person to stand up after being deformed - what kind of sophisticated alchemy and magical prowess would that require? That would generally be permanent damage.

But Draco didn't dare run back to let Moody contact him. Who knew what this crazy Auror would do next?

"This is—filthy!"

Draco couldn't escape the spell after all, and the ferret suddenly flew into the air -

"mean!"

The stoat fell down with a scream.

"What a cowardly act! Never - ever - do that again!" Moody roared, blurting out a word every time the ferret fell or leaped up.

Winster hurried here with a group of second-year students.

"!" Winster saw a stoat screaming in the air and immediately frowned, "What are you doing?!"

He swung a spell, knocking Moody's wand off balance, and stopped in front of the ferret, asking in a cold tone.

"What are you doing, Professor Moody?"

His eyes swept across the scene - Harry, Ron, and the ferret version of Draco standing on either side, the traces of a fight, the small circle that was obviously surrounded, and Moody's roar that could be heard on the stairs before leaving the basement - Winston instantly understood what had happened, and felt his blood boiling, his head seemed to be buzzing and black, and he was shaking with anger.

However, Draco had already seen him come out, and hurriedly shrank behind his heels and trembled: Idiot!

Winster glanced at him in dismay, took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said:

"That's not the rule, Professor."