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Chapter 75: A Challenge, A Duel
Chapter 75: A Challenge, A Duel
The atmosphere instantly turned tense, and the Slytherins subconsciously averted their eyes, some even took a step back. Only Malfoy managed to muster enough courage to speak, "This is a matter between Slytherin and Gryffindor, mind your own business, Weasley Granger!"
"Draco—" Nott tugged on his arm and whispered, "This isn't fun anymore, let's go—"
"It's because of me!"
Neville gathered his courage and said with a slight tremble, "I bumped into them on the way. Malfoy used the Leg-Locker Curse on me, saying he wanted to practice that curse. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into a fight with Malfoy's group to help me. Then Malfoy called Hermione a—a Mudblood—"
"Neville!" Michael interrupted loudly.
Neville's voice abruptly stopped, and he looked around in a daze before realizing what he had done. He looked at Weasley with apprehension.
Everyone present suddenly remembered that there was another student from a non-magical family—Weasley had never specifically mentioned that his parents were Squibs at school, only that they couldn't do magic.
In the eyes of wizards, Squibs and Muggles were not much different—Squibs were even more discriminated against than Muggles. Muggles had made some incredible and revolutionary changes to the world, but what about Squibs? They were nothing but discarded waste in the wizarding world.
When Weasley first arrived at Hogwarts, he had been looked down upon by some because of his non-magical background. But soon, he completely shattered their prejudices with his abilities. No one mentioned his blood status anymore, and many even assumed that Weasley came from a pure-blood family and had received elite wizarding training from a young age.
—Otherwise, there was no explanation for how they could be so utterly outclassed by him.
At this moment, everyone remembered that Weasley was also from a non-magical family, and the air suddenly became silent. The faint noise that had filled the room disappeared, and the silence was so profound that everyone could hear their own breathing.
Nott let go of Malfoy's hand.
"Is that so?" Weasley said, looking at Malfoy. "Practicing spells among classmates is a common occurrence, isn't it? As it happens, I've also learned a spell that I'd like to get Malfoy's guidance on."
If Weasley had shouted and rushed forward in anger like Harry and the others, Malfoy might have felt more at ease. But at this moment, with Weasley's smile that wasn't quite a smile, as if he wasn't even angry, Malfoy felt afraid.
"Wh-what—"
He gripped his wand tightly and stammered.
If Malfoy could see his reflection, he would find that his current expression was very similar to Neville's from before, perhaps even more cowardly and guilty.
Weasley raised his wand, bowed slightly, and looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes—
"Bow, Mr. Malfoy."
"I—I refuse—" Malfoy refused instinctively, pointing his wand at Weasley as he tried to explain, "I was talking about Granger, not you—it was Longbottom who said it just now—"
[This person... he's truly both malicious and naive...]
Weasley sighed inwardly and waved his wand—
"Expelliarmus!"
A dazzling red light flashed, and Malfoy was hit by the spell's glow, flying backward and crashing into Crabbe behind him. His wand flew out of his hand and fell to the floor with a clatter, landing at Nott's feet.
Nott looked left and right, but instead of picking up the wand, he took two steps back.
No one paid attention to him as all eyes were fixed on the blond-haired boy curled up on the ground. Pansy Parkinson wanted to do something, but she was immediately stopped by Michael, who pointed his wand at her with a smile.
"I usually don't hit girls, Pansy—don't make me break my rule," Michael said in a gentle tone.
Theo and Ryan glared at the other Slytherins, ready to pounce.
No one made a move, not even Malfoy's two bulky sidekicks. They stared blankly at Malfoy on the ground and didn't even think about helping him up.
Malfoy, covering his head, climbed to his feet by himself. He glared at Weasley with hatred and shouted, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, Weasley! Do you know who my father is?"
Weasley simply kicked his wand over and said, "Continue."
Malfoy picked up his wand, his arms trembling. He was filled with anger and resentment, but what he felt most was fear.
The Weasley in front of him was not the bookworm Granger; it was said that he knew more spells than some fifth-year students—
"Oh, I think I forgot to count to three," Weasley mocked. "After all, I'm a Mudblood too, and I don't quite understand the etiquette of pure-blood wizards—"
The word "Mudblood" was like a slap in the face to the Slytherins, and their expressions showed varying degrees of embarrassment.
"—If I remember correctly, you count to three, Malfoy, and then cast the first spell—"
Malfoy clenched his teeth and his eyes darted back and forth.
"One... two..."
Before he even finished counting, Malfoy forcefully waved his wand and shouted, "Leg-Locker Curse!"
Weasley, who had been prepared, started dodging as soon as Malfoy opened his mouth. The spell's light beam hit Nott, who was pretending to be invisible beside him, and his legs instantly stuck together as he fell to the ground with a thud!
"Three—"
Weasley calmly counted to three and waved his wand again. "Tarantella Dance!"
Malfoy's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he were performing a cheerful dance. However, as he tried to attack Weasley, his lower body and upper body twisted in two different directions. Soon, he followed in Nott's footsteps, his waist twisted with a crack, and he fell to the ground.
Even so, his legs continued to twitch rapidly in the air, pulling on his twisted waist, causing Malfoy to let out loud howls of pain.
The sight was so comical that even some of the Slytherins accidentally laughed out loud.
Malfoy's pale face turned red, and he glared at them with murderous intent. But from his angle, the students in front of him looked like a chaotic mess of colors, and the once-familiar faces now seemed strange and cold, making it impossible for him to tell who was laughing at him.
Weasley deliberately waited a while longer, and the Slytherins just stood there, watching. To unrelated students, it looked as if they were the ones ganging up on Malfoy, who was alone.
When Malfoy was about to burst into tears, Weasley walked over and lifted the curse. He crouched down and sincerely asked the drenched and disheveled Malfoy, "Is bullying fun?"
Malfoy looked at him with fearful eyes, breathing rapidly, but he didn't say a word.
Weasley smiled and stood up. The Slytherins automatically parted, watching as he left with the others.
No one said a word, and no one stopped them.
(End of Chapter)
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