HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"Hermione, I don't know what you think of Draco, but I'm disappointed that you didn't listen to me. Draco has been practicing Quidditch since he was a child, and he got into the team based on his own strength. No one can slander this." Rena lowered her head, as if she was recalling something not so nice. She turned her head and walked out.

"Reina..." Seeing Reina leaving, Draco chased after her without even thinking.

"So what's the situation now?" Ron was a little confused.

"Let me tell you, Weasley." Pansy walked forward with a dark face.

"First of all, this venue was specially approved by Professor Snape for Draco to train. It was you who provoked the incident and even questioned the abilities of others."

Pansy looked at Hermione again and continued, "I hope you understand, Miss Granger, why do you think no one has ever dared to mess with you, a Muggle-born who loves to show off? Is it just because you are the top student in the grade? Don't be so self-indulgent, Granger. Reina is Draco's best friend, and the whole Slytherin knows that she looks at you differently. And you, on the other hand, are wasting other people's kindness here, and you even question Draco's ability in a rude way. You'd better have thought about what kind of situation Reina will face in school if Draco and Reina break up."

Pansy leaned close to Hermione and whispered, "Do you really think that without Draco's relationship, Reina can stand firm in Slytherin on her own?"

"I...I don't need it..." Hermione didn't know how to react for a moment, but she regretted it as soon as she said it.

"This is not a matter of whether you need it or not. After all, no one intends to tell you—"

"You should be thankful that only Draco is causing trouble for you. Otherwise, with the little tricks you three can pull, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to stay in Slytherin for even a day."

At this point, even other unaware members of the Gryffindor team could have grasped the key information. If they still couldn't understand it, they would be no different from trolls. Pansy looked at the three classmates with disdain, snorted coldly, and prepared to leave.

"Hey, can you give us the field back now? We all paid to join the team, so please stop wasting our poor students' training time, okay?" Flint put the broom on his shoulder and said disdainfully, "Get lost."

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"Rena!"

Draco on the other side called out to Reina, he turned her shoulders and forced her to look directly at him.

“Listen Reina, I didn’t know it would turn out like this, I didn’t know this word would make you…”

"I'm sorry, Draco, for embarrassing you in public - I lost my composure."

Lena lowered her eyes, not daring to look Draco in the eye. She had overstepped her bounds and shouldn't have slapped Draco in the face like that, but as soon as she heard the prefix of the word, her actions were faster than her brain.

She couldn't stop him from saying that, but she wanted to stop Draco, even though she knew Draco wouldn't regret it for the rest of his life...

"What?" Draco opened his eyes wide, a little surprised.

“No, why are you apologizing? Reina, I know, I’m too… too immature. I don’t know your father… maybe, maybe I should really listen to my father and behave more maturely like you said.”

Draco turned his head away from her. He stammered, squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth: "I'm...I'm sorry..."

This surprised Reina a little. She looked up at Draco, "What did you say?"

"What! I didn't say anything!" Draco turned his head suddenly, a little angry.

“Hehe——” Reina laughed, “I heard it.”

"Then why are you asking?" Draco blushed.

"Thank you, Draco, thank you for not holding a grudge." Lena put her hands behind her back.

"Reina... Although it may be offensive to ask this, but... If you have something on your mind, can you tell me? I... I reluctantly agree to let you be my best friend, don't get me wrong, you know..."

"Now? I thought I was Master Malfoy's best friend."

"You should be grateful, Talros."

“Ah, yes, yes.” Reina nodded perfunctorily.

"So, can you tell me what happened?" Draco asked cautiously. He didn't know why he suddenly became like this. Maybe it was a sign of maturity.

"This... My father did die from a curse. I don't know the details, and a person I once... respected very much also fell into regret because he cursed the person closest to him, so - Draco, I don't want you to become like that."

Lena looked at Draco distressedly. "I'm sorry, Draco. Although I can't let you do whatever you want like before, it's better to mature as soon as possible than to be forced to grow up...

"I think I know." Draco smiled easily, and the little boy seemed to have made up his mind.

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"So, you're still going to cast that spell even though you're about to leave?"

In Hagrid's room, Ron's face was blue and purple, holding a large basin, vomiting... er, slugs...

Hagrid couldn't help asking him, "Who are you trying to curse?"

"It's Flint... Ugh!" Ron hissed, spitting out a few more slugs.

"Let me tell you." Harry told Hagrid the whole story. After Pansy left, Flint mocked them again, even saying that Hermione was trying to attract Malfoy's attention, and that a Muggle wizard like Hermione would never become Mrs. Malfoy. Then Ron pointed his wand at him in anger.

However, when they were riding the flying car back to school at the beginning of the term, they landed on the Whomping Willow, and Ron's wand was broken at that time. Now Ron forced it to stay together to extend its life. In last week's Charms class, his wand even flew directly towards Professor Flitwick.

So, this time, the spell Ron cast bounced back directly at himself.

Harry and Hermione had to take him to Hagrid's, which was closest to the Quidditch pitch. The only way to remove the spell was to use his own wand. Obviously, you couldn't be sure whether the broken wand was used to remove the spell or something else.

"So what was Malfoy trying to say?" Harry asked, seeing that Ron had finished his round of vomiting.

"I don't think it's a nice word." Hermione lowered her head, feeling unhappy.

"The only name that starts with that prefix is ​​'Mudblood'..." Ron replied weakly.

"Merlin's beard! How dare he!" Hagrid opened his mouth wide, he was very angry.

"Fortunately, that Hermalena stopped him." Ron burped and another slug came out of his mouth.

"What does that mean?" asked Harry.

"This is probably the most vicious word he could think of. Mudblood is a curse for people of Muggle-born origin. It probably means that the person is of dirty, inferior bloodline. It is a very vicious curse!"

Ron just got excited and started retching again.

Hagrid patted Ron on the back and Ron spat out several more slugs. Hagrid said, "At least now it seems that Hermalena really doesn't worship bloodline like the Malfoys do."

Ron continued, "Indeed, otherwise she wouldn't have approached our family to do Muggle business."

"But I still can't accept that we are actually protected by Malfoy. This is really - too frustrating." Harry clenched his fists.

"This is the truth, Harry, Ron." Hermione looked up, her eyes full of annoyance. "Think about how the other Gryffindor students treated us when we were deducted 150 points, not to mention the other colleges. Although we were wrong, people seek benefits and avoid harm. This is a fact. Malfoy is actually behind Reina."