The atmosphere around them instantly became tense. The Slytherins instinctively avoided his gaze, and some even took a couple of steps back unconsciously. Only Malfoy forced himself to say, "This is a matter between Slytherin and Gryffindor, don't meddle, Wade Grey!"
"Draco—" Nott tugged at his arm and whispered, "This is getting pointless. Let's just go—"
"It's because of me!"
Neville mustered up his courage and said, trembling slightly, "I ran into them on the way, and Malfoy used the Leg-Locker Curse on me. He said he wanted to practice that spell.
Harry—and Ron and Hermione—stood up to Malfoy to help me, and then Malfoy called Hermione a—a Mudblood—"
"Neville!" Michael shouted.
Neville's voice abruptly cut off. He looked bewildered for a moment, then, under the gaze of everyone else, he realized what he had said and glanced at Wade with some panic.
Suddenly, everyone became aware that there was another Muggle-born present—Wade had never explicitly mentioned that his parents were Squibs; he had only said they couldn't do magic.
From the wizards' point of view, there wasn't much difference between Squibs and Muggles—in fact, Squibs were even more discriminated against. After all, Muggles had made some remarkable, world-changing contributions, but what about Squibs? They were just seen as the worthless outcasts of the wizarding world.
When Wade first arrived at school, some had looked down on him because he came from a non-magical family. But soon, he shattered all their prejudices with his abilities.
No one ever mentioned his bloodline again; in fact, many students even assumed Wade came from a pure-blood family and had received elite magical training from a young age.
—Otherwise, how can they explain being so completely outclassed by him?
At this moment, everyone was reminded that Wade also came from a non-magical family. The air suddenly turned still, and the faint background noise disappeared entirely. It was so quiet that it felt as if one could hear their own breathing.
Nott released his grip on Malfoy.
"So that's what happened—students practicing spells with each other, isn't that a common thing?" Wade looked at Malfoy. "It just so happens that I've also learned a new spell. I'd like to ask Malfoy to help me practice."
If Wade had yelled and rushed at him in anger, like Harry and the others, Malfoy would have felt more at ease. But right now, Wade was only wearing a faint, almost amused smile. He didn't even seem angry, and that terrified Malfoy even more.
"What—what—"
Malfoy gripped his wand tightly, stammering as he spoke.
If Malfoy could see himself in a mirror, he would realize that his expression now was strikingly similar to Neville's earlier when he was surrounded—except with even more fear and guilt.
Wade raised his wand and slightly bowed, his cold eyes fixed on the person in front of him—
"Bow, Mr. Malfoy."
"I—I refuse—" Malfoy instinctively rejected the command. He pointed his wand at Wade, trying to defend himself, "I mean, I called Granger a Mud—it's not like I was insulting you—L-Lonbottom was the one who said it—"
This person... so vicious, yet so naive...
Wade sighed inwardly and flicked his wand—
"Expelliarmus!" (Disarming Charm)
A bright red light flashed, striking Malfoy. He was thrown backward, crashing into Crabbe behind him. His wand flew out of his hand and landed with a clatter at Nott's feet.
Nott glanced around but didn't pick up the wand. Instead, he took two steps back.
No one noticed him; all eyes were on the blond boy curled up on the ground. Pansy Parkinson seemed like she wanted to do something, but Michael immediately pointed his wand at her with a cheerful smile.
"I don't usually hit girls, Pansy—don't make me break that rule," Michael said in a gentle tone.
Theo and Ryan kept their eyes on the other Slytherins, ready to act at any moment.
But no one actually did anything, not even Malfoy's two usual bulky sidekicks. They just stood there stupidly, staring at Malfoy on the ground, not even thinking to help him up.
Malfoy clutched his head and got up on his own. He glared hatefully at Wade and shouted, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, Wade Grey! Do you know who my father is?"
Wade simply kicked his wand back to him and said, "Continue."
Malfoy picked up his wand, his arm trembling. He was furious and resentful, but what he felt most was fear.
The Wade Grey standing in front of him wasn't some bookish Granger. Rumor had it that Wade knew more spells than some fifth-year students—
"Oh, I think I forgot to count down from three earlier," Wade said mockingly. "After all, I'm just a Mudblood—I don't quite understand the etiquette of you pure-blood wizards."
The word "Mudblood" felt like a slap across the faces of the Slytherin students. Their expressions showed varying degrees of embarrassment and discomfort.
"—If I remember correctly, you count to three, Malfoy, and then you cast the first spell—"
Malfoy clenched his teeth, his eyes flickering with hesitation.
"One... two..."
Before the count reached three, Malfoy forcefully swung his wand and shouted, "Locomotor Mortis!" (Leg-Locker Curse)
Wade had anticipated this, and the moment Malfoy opened his mouth, he dodged. The spell's beam struck Nott, who had been standing nearby trying to blend in like he was invisible. His legs instantly locked together, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Three—"
Wade calmly finished counting, then waved his wand again, "Tarantallegra!" (Dancing Feet Spell)
Malfoy's legs immediately began to twitch as if he were dancing a lively jig. He still tried to attack Wade, but his upper body and lower body were twisting in completely different directions. It didn't take long before he followed Nott's fate, with a loud crack from his waist and a fall to the ground.
Despite his fall, Malfoy's legs continued to flail wildly in the air, aggravating his twisted back, causing him to cry out in pain.
The sight was so comical that even some of the Slytherin students couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Malfoy's pale face flushed red with anger. He glared at them with murderous eyes, but from his position on the ground, all he could see was a blur of indistinct colors. The once-familiar faces around him now seemed distant, cold, and unrecognizable. He couldn't tell who was laughing at him.
Wade deliberately waited a bit longer, while the Slytherins just stood there watching. To any onlookers, it seemed as though this group was bullying Malfoy, as if they were all in on it together.
It wasn't until Malfoy was on the verge of bursting into tears that Wade finally walked over and lifted the spell. He crouched down next to the sweaty, disheveled Malfoy and sincerely asked:
"Does bullying people feel good?"
Malfoy looked at him with a terrified expression, panting heavily, unable to speak.
Wade smiled slightly and stood up. The Slytherin students parted automatically and watched him and the others walk away.
No one spoke, and no one tried to stop them.
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