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Hermione immediately spoke without the slightest mercy.
"I believe this was already made very clear at the start of the school year. First through fourth-year students fall under the jurisdiction of our disciplinary group. This is not something you, a Ravenclaw prefect, should interfere with."
At that moment, she absolutely could not show weakness.
This concerned the authority of the disciplinary group.
The attitude of giving him no consideration at all made the students who had been about to disperse realize there was still something to watch. Immediately, they all stopped.
They sat down in rows and started eating popcorn.
Watching a good commotion was the same in any world.
"So you're saying you don't take this prefect seriously?"
Alex's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
The emergence of the disciplinary group was something that left all the prefects quite dissatisfied.
No one wanted something above them controlling everything.
Once someone tasted the taste of power, no one could free themselves from it.
Several prefects were already planning to teach the disciplinary group a lesson.
Of course, the Slytherin prefects were not included in this.
Becoming a Slytherin prefect, in itself, already meant belonging to the power holders of the wizarding world.
Hermione merely watched him in silence.
Saying nothing was the same as expressing her attitude.
Alex smiled.
An extremely arrogant smile.
Then he took out his wand and pointed it at Hermione.
"Very well. It seems I should give Miss Granger a proper lesson."
"Respect your seniors and fear the strong."
'If that Dursley were here, I might still be a little worried, but... Granger is nothing more than a Muggle-born witch. Even if I act, what can she do?'
Alex looked at Hermione with eyes full of contempt.
At most, he would be punished by some professor.
But after that, the disciplinary group would have difficulty continuing to control others.
In the end, power would still return to the hands of the prefects.
If that bunch of useless Slytherins had not collectively stayed silent, there would have been no need for him to act.
As for the possibility of losing the fight, it was not even something he considered.
He was a sixth-year student.
His opponent was nothing more than a second-year student.
...
Hogwarts.
In a certain room in Slytherin, two figures, one older and one younger, sat facing each other.
The matter of Luna being tormented had been specially handed over by Dudley to Hermione and the others for them to handle.
The goal was to train their ability to handle problems.
Dudley would only act when they could not solve it.
However, Harry had been called away by Lockhart on the way under the pretext of helping with something.
And Malfoy, who had originally been going with Hermione and the others, was called away at the last minute by someone else.
It was his father.
Lucius Malfoy.
...
At that moment, beside Lucius, there was a row of seven brooms.
All of them were Nimbus 2001s, the latest model of flying broomstick.
Do not think the Nimbus 2000 and the 2001 differed only by one number.
Not only was the latter more than twice as expensive, but there was also an enormous difference in performance.
"Father, I believe I do not need these things."
Draco spoke.
Throughout the entire process, he did not even look at those seven brooms.
His father had come to him today and clearly told him that he intended to donate the flying brooms as a pretext to place him on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
Getting in through the back door?
That was very common in Slytherin.
But the current Draco deeply hated that kind of practice.
He believed that, with his own ability, he did not need to join something like Quidditch.
"Draco, joining Quidditch is only the first step. Then you become captain. After that, prefect. Finally, Head Boy."
"Honor and power. You will obtain both."
Lucius tried to persuade Draco, painting a grand but illusory future for him.
Then he said with pride,
"Our Malfoy family has had prefects for generations. Believe me... that record will be good for you in the future."
He understood his own son.
Draco had been taught by him since childhood.
Just like him, he also liked glory.
"I already told you, Father. I don't need to use that kind of method."
Draco looked seriously at his father and spoke.
"Besides, I have no interest in becoming a prefect."
"Even if you donate the brooms, I will not join the Slytherin Quidditch team. I have already joined the disciplinary group."
"Tsk. What disciplinary group? That is nothing more than children playing pretend. I hope you wake up to reality, Draco."
Lucius let out a mocking laugh.
His words were filled with contempt and arrogance, without any attempt to hide it.
"That old man Dumbledore must be mad to have agreed to this."
"Father, you are wrong... this is not children playing pretend."
Draco shook his head.
He walked to the window and looked out at the deep lake beyond it.
Then he spoke slowly, using a tone Lucius could not understand.
"Big D taught me many things. Many things I could not learn at home."
"I truly don't know what kind of Confundus Potion he gave you to make you believe in him so much."
As a father, Lucius saw his own son speak so highly of someone else, and anger immediately rose in his heart.
"Dursley? He is nothing more than a Mudblood."
"Father!"
Malfoy's expression changed drastically.
His face, already pale to begin with, lost every trace of color in that moment.
He looked at his father with unprecedented seriousness and spoke in a severe tone.
"This time, I can pretend I did not hear that. But I hope there will not be a next time."
That unquestionable certainty and serious expression were things Lucius had never seen before.
It was as if Draco were educating his own father.
A son educating his father?
This was simply the world turned upside down!
Anger rose in Lucius's heart.
He truly could not understand.
Why had his only son, Draco Malfoy, who just a year ago had been so obedient, imitating him at every moment and holding him up as his model, changed so much?
All because of that Dursley!
The Carrow family too.
They must be mad to associate with a Mudblood like that!
A bunch of brats.
A bunch of brats who could not see the truth.
In the future, they would regret it.
He absolutely could not allow Draco to continue like this.
He was a pure-blood.
A noble pure-blood Malfoy!
Not a Weasley who willingly debased himself!
Draco looked at his father and knew he had not taken in a word he had said.
But he could not allow his father to say something like that again.
Draco's dream.
Draco's ambition.
All of it would be realized alongside Big D.
In his heart, he made a decision.
Then he turned his head and looked at his father.
"Father, I remember that when you were young, you also followed someone, did you not?"
Then Draco slowly pronounced a name.
"..."
The instant Draco said that name, the anger in Lucius's heart was extinguished.
At the same time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering without realizing it.
His eyes widened, and he looked at his own son in disbelief.
How dare he?
How dare he say that name?
"Madness... chaos... bloodlust..."
Listening to Draco's words, Lucius felt a certain mark on his arm begin to ache faintly.
"The most important point... you, his followers, and he himself all failed."
"That means your choice was wrong, Father. The Malfoy family nearly vanished because of it."
"And I will never follow your old path."
"The Malfoys will not fail. I, Draco, will not fail. Mr. Dursley definitely will not fail."
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