great-warnovel Chapter 19 Fighting is acceptable, but losing points is not.
Chapter 19 Fighting is acceptable, but losing points is not.
At this moment, Lucius felt he could no longer suppress his anger. He sneered, "You think you have McGonagall backing you up? You think you have Dumbledore protecting you? I'm afraid you don't know, I..."
"I won't just fight him alone, I'll get everyone involved and we'll all beat him up together." Hermione interrupted Lucius's threat, grabbing Harry and Ron, who were watching the drama unfold, one in each hand. Harry was so surprised he could fit two mouse legs in his mouth, while Ron looked excitedly watching the drama unfold, as if he wanted the fight to start.
"All first-graders, if you don't hit Draco, you'll get hit by me." Hermione's firm voice echoed in the classroom, like a queen among the first-graders.
Bullying is something no one has ever used openly as a threat, but Hermione is an orphan and cannot be called upon by her parents. Unless Lucius is also a psychic archmage, his choices are either to expel her, endure it, or subject her to cruel punishment on the spot!
But Hermione was clearly going to take a hard line, and Lucius didn't know what gave her that confidence, which made him hesitate. Taking direct action might not be a good choice.
"Should we join this 'Big Sister' in fighting Draco?" A question popped into the children's minds.
Everyone—from Badgerhouse, Eaglehouse, and even the rest of Slytherin—after weighing the pros and cons, turned their sympathetic yet helpless gazes toward Draco. They couldn't beat Hermione, and in their hearts, they would rather see Draco get beaten up, who was already pale, as if he had been struck by the Radiant Stone spell once again.
This is no longer just individual bullying; it's an attempt to incite all students to bully and isolate Draco. If she manages to do it, even if Draco is strong enough not to be turned into an Obscurial, after seven years, no one will be his friend, and he will lose all his connections after graduation. As the future heir to Malfoy Castle, this means that the Malfoy family will lose the support of all the new generation of young wizards, be overthrown by other families, and then slowly decline and be forgotten. Malfoy Castle will also be renamed some other castle.
At this moment, Lucius truly felt Hermione's determination. If he continued to target her, the little witch would keep her promise, and Draco would likely have a very difficult seven years from today onward.
Lucius is a bad person, but not purely bad. He's just an opportunist who schemes for personal gain, and not very successful at it. He values his family too much, a weakness Hermione saw through during the wand selection.
A truly cold-blooded villain wouldn't spoil his children so much, and Draco wouldn't have become a spoiled brat.
No matter how you target me, I'll just beat up your kid. You'll feel even worse than me. Your weakness is right in front of me. Am I supposed to just let it go and not take advantage of it?
That's Hermione's strategy.
For Lucius, the thought of killing someone is a threat to his family.
Lucius's expression contorted for a moment as he reached into his robes to grab something, but then he gave up.
At that moment, Hermione felt a chill of death, the source of which was something in Lucius's arms.
But she wasn't afraid: "Perhaps you could try using the power of Malfoy Castle to threaten Hogwarts into expelling me?" She thoughtfully offered Lucius a suggestion.
"Hogwarts does not accept any threats, and no junior wizard will be expelled," Professor McGonagall's booming voice came from the doorway.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw her standing at the door, holding her lesson plan in her arms, her face calm and expressionless.
"Professor McGonagall? What brings you here?" Lucius asked in surprise.
"I noticed a lot of fluctuation in our department's grader, so I came to check it out," Professor McGonagall said calmly. "Lucius, would you mind if I audited one of your classes?"
lie!
Hermione realized that the scoring system was far from the Anti-Witchcraft Technology Defense classroom, and it was impossible for them to get there in such a short time.
"She's afraid old Malfoy might do something to me, so she came to listen in on purpose," Hermione thought to herself.
Lucius was taken aback, then said angrily, "Of course, if you'd like."
McGonagall nodded and said to Hermione, "Miss Granger, Hogwarts does not condone talking back to professors. If this happens again, I will put you in solitary confinement."
Hermione smiled and nodded, indicating that she understood; this was the professor's way of protecting her.
Lucius glanced at Hermione and sneered, "A foolish trick. Do you really think the school professors would bother with a first-year wizard?"
He turned and walked back to the podium: "Now let's continue the lesson!"
Professor McGonagall, meanwhile, quietly sat at the back of the classroom.
Even a child could see that Hermione won the confrontation.
Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Hermione spoke up again: "Wait, Professor."
"What else do you want!" Lucius glared at her fiercely.
"Add the points back." Hermione hadn't forgotten that she had just lost 30 points, which she couldn't earn in a whole week.
Although she didn't care about college honors or anything like that, Professor McGonagall was very kind to her, and she didn't want to see the old lady sad. Professor McGonagall couldn't bring herself to give her student an extra 30 points all at once, so she had to earn them back herself.
Lucius's face quickly turned ashen. McGonagall had just sat down behind him and had just told him not to talk back to the professor, and here he was!
Even Draco suspected his father was going to kill someone, but Hermione was completely unafraid. Her imposing manner was less than that of the trolls pulling carts at the border.
"Miss Granger, come to my office tonight for solitary confinement." McGonagall's voice came from the back row, but she didn't offer any further comment on the grades.
The course eventually continued, and Lucius, who had meticulously planned to suppress others, lost all face and ultimately had to add the marks back.
"If my mom deducts points from your score, will you hit me too?" Harry asked in a low voice, not without worry. He had no doubt about Hermione's courage now.
Hermione turned her head: "I'll use you to brew a potion of idiots and give it to Professor Potter."
After a period of emotional adjustment, Lucius was finally able to begin the lesson on the podium.
He displayed a sharp triangular bayonet: "This is a Muggle-forged cold weapon with a triangular structure. It has terrible killing power. Once stabbed, the wound will bleed a lot and is difficult to suture. Even if white cinnabar is used, there is a high probability that the wound will heal into a deformity."
His expression was still grim, so he could only vent his anger on his lecture: "Look closely at its tip. It's made of goblin metal, which is extremely effective against wizards' armor charms. Even if you later master the armor charm, don't easily try to let Muggles wearing steam-powered armor get close!"
"Similarly, with Muggle air rifles, they often insidiously insert one armor-piercing round made of goblin metal into the five bullets. Many careless wizards have died from such sneak attacks." He lifted a rifle from the podium, a long hose connected to the steam backpack on the podium. With a pull of the trigger, a crisp "thud" was heard, and a bullet was embedded in the window frame.
"Chainsaw sword!" He picked up another menacing weapon: "The serrated part is also mixed with goblin metal. When it spins at high speed, it cuts through bone like butter. I believe no one wants to be cut by it."
He looked at the young wizards below, his gaze skipping over Hermione: "Before the next class, everyone must complete a paper on how to deal with Muggle weapons, detailing the use of goblin metal in Muggle weapons, and the length must not be less than 5 inches."
After assigning the homework, he continued with a sour face, "The Anti-Wizard Technique Defense class isn't just a theoretical course. Starting next class, you'll have practical lessons. This is a large class for all seventh-year students, held in the flight course area. Professor Flitwick and I will provide comprehensive guidance. All young wizards will have to practice one-on-one!"
"My courses have no specific teaching objectives, and the enemy will not attack you according to my pre-defined teaching plan. In my classes, the only thing you need to do is remember every word I say. Perhaps a small oversight will become the reason for your death in the future!"
Upon hearing about the practical lesson, the young wizards, who had just been too scared to even breathe, immediately started making a ruckus. Hermione could clearly see the light shining in Harry's eyes; he had even begun to lift his iron flail.
"Quiet down!" Lucius slammed his hand on the blackboard, making a loud noise as if it were Hermione.
He looked at everyone with ill intent: "Do you think practical training is a joke? Even Professor McGonagall agrees to let the students see blood!"
After saying that, ignoring McGonagall's displeased expression, he strode out of the classroom with a gust of wind, not wanting to stay a moment longer in the presence of that lowly Mudblood witch!