Ron's lips pursed, his cheeks and ears flushed, and he couldn't tell what Malfoy was sneering. He couldn't say anything, for Malfoy's taunt hit the nail on the head of something he'd been haunting for a while.

"What Ron does has nothing to do with you, Malfoy-"

Fortunately, Ron is not alone, Harry, who just thought that Malfoy had changed, laughed at his own naivety in his heart, some people are born bad embryos, and they take pleasure in laughing at others, which cannot be changed until death. He walked quickly over to Ron and said with a calm face.

Draco smiled and looked at Harry,

"I suppose you're overjoyed, Potter, your good friend is finally starting to get angry, maybe you're counting on Weasley to join your dueling team? Oh, to be honest, you've got a terrible eye for team-mates, I mean, he's probably not as good as Longbottom!

Speaking of which, how did you come to your senses, Weasley, did you finally lose your pride when you saw a witch of inferior blood who could make a big difference in the Triwizard Tournament? ”

At the mention of showing off her strengths, Pansy Parkinson let out a loud laugh like a cow snorting her nose.

Ron's breath was short, and Draco Malfoy didn't stop verbally attacking,

"Weasley, didn't you beg Professor Bryan to let you rejoin the class, maybe you did, didn't you, and then, Professor Brian, who was generous, gave you one. An opportunity to clean a classroom for everyone? ”

Pansy, who was standing behind Draco, finally couldn't help it, and she clutched her stomach and laughed sharply.

"At least Ron now knows that he's angry, where are Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle?" Hermione said unceremoniously.

"Probably still having breakfast in the auditorium, isn't it?" Harry's voice was low, "I'm sorry, I'm not wrong, didn't they leave the auditorium since they got up?" ”

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"Did anyone tell you, Granger--" and Pansy Parkinson kept staring at Hermione's face, "you jumped up and down like a female monkey?" ”

"And what about you, Parkinson?"

After becoming a Triwizard Champion and the first project, some verbal attacks could not move Hermione for a long time, but before she could refute it, Harry, who had a cold face, took the first step and said,

"Like a mad cow?"

"How dare you say that about me, Potter, I'm going to make you pay!"

Pansy's face turned grim as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry, as if ready to do so.

Pulling out his wand in the event of a conflict was a particularly sensitive thing for a gym student, so even though Harry wanted to give Malfoy a little color, he tried to restrain himself.

"Then shut your mouth, Parkinson!" Harry snapped.

Hermione only glanced at Pansy as she pulled out her wand, then turned her gaze at Draco, her brown eyes flashing with suspicion.

Draco certainly wouldn't forget the consequences of using his wand, but he was indifferent to Pansy's wand pulling, so what was he trying to do? And Hermione didn't hide her doubts in her heart, she grabbed Harry, who was tearing up with Parkinson, looked at Malfoy, and asked bluntly,

"What the hell do you want to do, Malfoy, if you're here to train, then please take care of yourself, we're leaving--"

"Why leave in a hurry?"

Malfoy's sarcastic sneer, which was very close to his father, Lucius Malfoy, made Hermione's question point the finger at Ron again,

"You're just training to dodge the big, aren't you, Weasley?"

"So what, Malfoy?"

Ron's cheeks were still red, and he looked directly at Draco Malfoy, but under the gaze of Draco's light gray eyes, there was a feeling in his heart that Ron didn't understand why, because this situation had never happened before.

"Need I give you some pointers, Weasley?" Malfoy faked concern.

Hermione stopped Harry and Ron again trying to refute something, she was tired of the meaningless conversation between them. The long training in duels and the experience of facing the fire dragon in the tournament made Hermione's face crawl with frost and a kind of awe-inspiring power, and even Draco couldn't help but squint his eyes when facing Hermione, who was completely solemn.

"Let's compete, let's compete, Potter--" Finally, Draco stopped hiding his purpose, and he picked his chin at Harry,

"According to the rules of the course, we practice with Professor Brian, in team mode, let's see who is the best!"

Draco's offer even surprised his teammates, and Pansy pulled out her wand, but it was only an act of deterrence, and she herself didn't want to be kicked out of physical education class by Professor Blaine.

"Don't forget, Malfoy—" Hermione said sternly, but he was interrupted by Draco in the middle of his sentence,

"Professor Bryan isn't at Hogwarts, we just saw him leave the school below, as long as we close the door to the classroom and don't let people in, no one will know we've done anything here, how about it, Potter?"

A real duel match with Malfoy?

Harry's turquoise eyes shimmered with a different color.

So far in physical education class, they have been training with Professor Brian, and in the face of such a great magician who is known as the strongest in the contemporary era, they will not have the possibility of gaining the upper hand in the competition, and they have been in a state of being crushed.

This is a normal thing, but the more time passes, the stronger the students' desire to fight against their 'normal' opponents in private, and to have a close fight.

Harry had the same mentality, and if it was against Malfoy, it would be a matter of seconds, and he could use the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Don't be fooled, Harry!"

As a good friend who accompanies her day and night, Hermione immediately sensed Harry's move, she said anxiously, and then looked at Malfoy seriously,

"Don't forget, Malfoy, I'm a teaching assistant for this class, and I won't allow you to duel in private against Professor Blaine's orders, and I won't be participating!"

"Oh, well--" Malfoy wasn't surprised by Hermione's reaction, he was still staring at Harry, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and smiled mockingly, "I knew Gryffindors were bluffs-"

"I'll participate."

Harry, who was silent, said coldly.

"Don't say yes, Harry!" Hermione said angrily, "If Professor Bryan finds out, you know the consequences!" ”

"Calm down, brother--"

Ron whispered that he wished Harry would beat Malfoy up, but if it came to Harry and Hermione being swept away by Professor Bryan for breaking the rules, he would rather be insulted by Malfoy.

"I know Malfoy--" Harry said with a cold face, "this time it's not a trap, he really wants to have a fight, hum, it's with me--"

Having said that, Harry still had to consider the risks, he squinted his eyes and stared coldly at the delighted Malfoy, and said slowly,

"We can fight, fight, Malfoy, but I have one condition!"

"What?" Malfoy finally became solemn.

"The duel is between the two of us, not as a team."

Harry wasn't carried away by the rage, and although he thought Malfoy really just wanted to play him this time, if Professor Bryan found out, at least Hermione wouldn't be involved.

Then, in the name of our respective academies, we all swore that no matter who won or lost, we would not tell anyone else about this duel. If you agree, we'll do it! ”

After suffering so many losses, Harry had grown enough, and he did want to fight Malfoy, and at the same time, he didn't want to be swept away

(End of chapter)