Hermione closed the door absentmindedly, her little face cloudy, and she hurried forward.

The narrow aisle was blocked by three little boys, the leading little boy was emaciated, and he was followed by two little fat men, and the three of them swaggered forward.

"Please give way!" Hermione stepped forward, looking anxious.

In fact, the three of them didn't walk slowly, but in this carriage, Hermione couldn't wait for a second, she was afraid that Madara would regret it in the next second and arrest her back.

"Huh?" The three little boys stopped, and all looked back at Hermione, the one in the lead, who was pale and didn't seem to be in the sun very often.

"I'm in a hurry, please let me go!" Hermione also had a bad temper, she felt aggrieved in her heart, and her tone was a little impatient.

"Which wizarding family are you from?" The little boy looked at Hermione haughtily.

"I'm not a descendant of wizards!" Hermione shook her head, but she didn't know that this sentence had caused her a lot of trouble.

"It's a Muggle!" The little boy said with disdain.

"What's wrong with Muggles!" This time Hermione understood, and she saw that the three little boys were supposed to be descendants of the wizarding family, and looked down on her, a wizard from the human world.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, however, the person she had met was none other than Draco. Malfoy, his father Lucius. Malfoy was a Death Eater, and one of Voldemort's right-hand men, although his skills were sparse, but he was a little clever, and he learned Voldemort's pure-blood theory well, and even educated his son with it.

From a young age, Draco knew that only pure-blood wizards were the ones who ruled everything. The others, whether they are ordinary humans or ordinary wizards, are all inferior beings.

A person's origins may determine his later path. The acquired education can determine his future character, Draco, who is full of pure-blood theories, has developed a proud and arrogant character, and his eyes are above the top, for some wizarding families, he is polite, but if it is an ordinary wizard. He was dismissive.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that! Drake's pale face was swollen and his eyes were gloomy as he stared at Hermione, he wouldn't have been so angry. However, I went to see Harry Potter just now and wanted to befriend Harry, but I saw the traitor among pure-blood wizards, Ron from the Weasley family. Weasley.

Draco sarcastically. Angered Harry. The two parted unhappily, Drake held his breath, no better than Hermione just now, he really couldn't figure out if Harry Potter had a problem with his head, and he would have a relationship with Ron. Weasley's kind of shame in the wizarding world was mixed up, and Draco, who had nowhere to spill, ran into Hermione again. It's tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"I don't want to know if you know how to be polite. You should get out of the way! Hermione glanced at Drake with contempt, nothing more than a spoiled child.

Hermione's personality is actually very bad, she has not had a friend since she was a child, the reason is very speechless, she is so smart, how smart is it, it can be said that when the child is in kindergarten, she has been holding a book and reading non-stop.

Before she received the notice from Hogwarts, she had always been an honor student in the school, and even the teachers were afraid of her, because she would always ask all kinds of questions, some of which the advanced teachers could not answer, and she didn't know which book she had read in which book.

Hermione seemed to have only knowledge in her eyes, she was self-appreciative, she disdained to communicate with her peers, and most importantly, she couldn't communicate, and no child liked Hermione's domineering appearance.

Geniuses are lonely, this sentence says that Hermione is very appropriate, sometimes even her parents don't know what their daughter is thinking, a veritable problem girl!

"You ...... Filthy and shitty mudbloods, apologize to me immediately! Otherwise, I'll get you out of Hogwarts!" Draco trembled with anger, and managed to stabilize his emotions, not using his wand, but uttering the most vicious words from his mouth.

Hermione froze, Drake's anger was beyond her expectations, she didn't say anything, she was pointed at her nose and scolded, she could hear very insulting words for dirty and slutty, but she didn't understand what mudblood meant.

A Modern History of Magic can write about Voldemort, but it doesn't say anything about the Mudbloods, Voldemort is just a piece of history, and the Mudbloods are a scornful term for Muggles by wizards.

Seeing that Hermione didn't speak, Draco drew his wand and was about to threaten her, when the front box door suddenly opened.

"What did you just say, can you say it again?" Madara came behind Hermione, looking at Drake calmly, without releasing a trace of murderous energy.

From Hermione's quarrel with Drake, he had seen that although he knew Voldemort's pure-blood theory, when confronted directly, he knew how distorted the Malfoys' education was.

"You, why are you here?" When Drake saw Madara, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, although he didn't know who Madara was, but just now Madara suddenly disappeared, he thought Madara was already gone.

Hermione looked up at Madara in surprise, a little grateful, if Madara didn't help her, she really didn't know how to get rid of the annoying Draco.

"Who are you?" Although Madara was harmless to humans and animals, Draco was a little scared, and the strange scene on the platform made him remember it deeply.

"Madara Uchiha, Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Madara smiled.

Draco's pupils shrank, and the two henchmen behind him, Goyle and Crabbe, glanced at each other, pulled Draco's clothes, and signaled that it was time for him to leave, although they were very arrogant, they were still children's psychology and did not want to conflict with the teacher.

"Let's go!" Draco is indeed a little clever, not stupid enough to directly collide with the spot, he can't figure out the details of the spot, he doesn't dare to act rashly, the most important spot gives him a very mysterious impression.

"Kid, you've forgotten something!" Madara clasped his hands around him, and the bodies of the three suddenly stiffened, and they all turned around.

"What did you do?" Drake looked at Madara in horror, he didn't even notice what kind of magic Madara was using a wand.

Hermione was very interested in Madara's magic, she was bound by this ability just now, Hermione thought she didn't have enough knowledge, but she didn't know that Madara was using superpowers, and it had nothing to do with magic.

"You just said something stupid, and I need you to sincerely apologize to this young lady, and promise not to say it again." Madara spoke in a calm tone, he was really a little angry, the so-called pure-blood wizard is similar to the blood inheritance limit in the ninja world, but it is completely useless, just a symbol of decay, he has the blood of the Uchiha family on his body, but he also didn't preach it everywhere, only the most ignorant people would believe in what bloodline. (To be continued......)

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My head is about to be burned these days, I took two kinds of medicine last night, my hands kept shaking, I didn't find out when I coded the words, and I found out later, I guess I may have taken the wrong medicine.

I just remembered today that the Hokage was over, and when I was waiting for the Hokage to update, it felt like time was slow, but the moment it was announced that it was over, it suddenly felt like time was fast again.

Thank you Hokage for the joy and sorrow it brought me, although the Hokage is over, the legend belonging to Madara Uchiha has just begun!