From the day Harry entered this common room, they knew that today's scene would come sooner or later.

However, the battle turned out to be more than they all expected.

Almost up, Harry fought alone for most of the junior years, and he didn't fall behind in the slightest.

"Enough!" A female voice swept by the sound reinforcement spell sounded, and for a moment, everyone turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound appeared.

Harry was also wary of his surroundings, then looked at the person who had spoken up.

A woman with shoulder-length blond hair and high cheekbones, it was their female prefect, Gemma Farley.

She said hysterically, "Pok!! Are you going to ruin Slytherin? ”

Harry looked at her, anger burning in his heart.

He admits that he doesn't like this Slytherin. It is far from what is recorded in history and far from what is depicted in books.

Like a big tree that has long since rotted, a pool of stagnant water that has long since ceased to be clear.

But so far, he has never actively provoked anyone in Slytherin.

What is "Are you going to ruin Slytherin?" ”

Harry laughed, then pushed his glasses, which had slipped a little during the fight.

"There are always bigger towers built out of the ruins, don't they?"

"Wild words!" Gemmafarly's face flushed and she waved her wand, but her incantation was interrupted again by the terrifying glow-blue thing.

Harry finally understood the horror of the mage's hand.

Unpredictable, hard to react! Even just interrupting the spell casting was enough for him to be invincible in a battle at this level.

"Anyone else want to say anything?" Harry looked around.

The crowd around them, who weren't involved in the fight, laughed, or spread their hands indifferently.

"Looks like it's time to wrap up." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and went upstairs back to his bedroom, but as soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw Draco.

It seems that he was here just now, and he saw all the process of the incident.

The two figures were staggered, and no one cared about anyone.

Back in the bedroom, Harry sat down on the bed tiredly, covering his face with his hands.

He was thinking about something, recalling what had happened recently, and then he got up a little irritably, walked out of the dormitory, and found Draco.

"Do me a favor, I have two questions." Harry said.

Draco froze in disbelief. Harry Potter, who had just beaten up half of the juniors and prefects, asked him for help.

Draco looked a little disdainful, "What to help you?" ”

When Harry saw Draco so talkative, he called him back to his bedroom and closed the door.

"What do you think?" Harry said.

Draco looked puzzled, "What do I think?" ”

"It's just... Beat them up. Harry sorted out the words, "It's... Am I overdoing it? Am I being bullied at school? ”

He was a little tired, and he didn't know if his behavior was out of line.

He didn't want to be like Dudley, an arrogant, stupid guy who would only bully others!

He wanted a bystander to say it right.

And it just so happened that Draco was the bystander.

Moreover, he had not had a good relationship with Draco before, and he had frequent frictions, and he certainly wouldn't deliberately say anything comforting.

It would be better for him to take a look at it for himself.

"What is bullying?" Draco looked at Harry.

Draco had never known what bullying was.

"It's bullying! Am I bullying them? Harry wasn't angry.

Draco's eyes widened suddenly, "What nonsense are you talking about, bullying... Do you know that you picked up the entire lower grade, and Gemmafarly and the guy at the beginning were both in the fifth grade, which is considered bullying?! ”

Draco screamed, "Potter, are you mistaken?" Adults beating children are called bullying, and strong beating weak ones are called bullying... Wait—"

Suddenly, he seemed to have grasped some blind spot.

Why did he and Harry have such a cognitive gap?

Thinking about it, he said with some uncertainty: "You won't start with... I just think they..."

Then he saw Harry scratch his head, a little embarrassed, "Uh, that's right, I thought they were all in the beginning... Pretty ordinary! ”

After more than a week of observation, his and Hermione's previous thoughts on the train had long since disappeared.

Draco gasped and began to walk back and forth, muttering, "Good, great!" Potter, great! ”

"Get down to business!"

"Oh, finally, the famous Potter asked me for help. You beg me, don't you hate me to death? Draco laughed.

He didn't expect that the guy who had just made him feel desperate and suffocated would ask him to help at this moment and answer his questions.

At this point, Draco's heart was so happy, he felt that this moment could be at the top of his life's pleasures.

"Hate you?" Harry looked at him quizzically.

"Why do you think I'll... Hate you? ”

Harry couldn't figure out why he hated him. What did he do to give him this illusion.

Draco listened to Harry's words and was stunned for a moment before he could react.

I haven't been in the eyes of others?!

"Let's get to the point, okay?"

"Not counting!" He said in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Except that others just scolded Granger and you beat them like that." The rest doesn't count as you bullying them! ”

Thanks to Hermione's impressive performance in class, Miss Granger's name was remembered by almost the entire grade.

Harry looked at Draco, "You don't need to say this, it's absolutely true!" The word mudblood is excessive, and Hermione is my friend. ”

"Mudbloods are just one"

Harry glanced at him and interrupted him directly, "Malfoy, put aside your stupid, low-level pure-blood, and think about that word again." ”

"Is pureblood special?" Harry looked at him, unabashedly discrediting himself: "But anyone with a brain knows that among the differences in wizards, the relationship between bloodlines is pitiful!"

The so-called pure-blood theory is just a low-level way to raise one's worth.

If you want others to really look up to you, work hard to do things, instead of just talking about how good you were born all day long!

That will only make others look down on you, like a poor worm who has no other skills but shouts about being born! ”

"You!" Draco instinctively tried to refute, but he couldn't find an argument to refute despite racking his brains.

Harry stood up, opened the door to his dorm and left.

His words slammed into Draco's head like a hammer, and Draco sat on the bed in a daze, his mind in chaos.

The doctrine of pure blood has long been ingrained in his memory, and his father has been telling him about these theories since he was a child, and he has taken them as a guide.

But when he really started to use his brain, trying to find some arguments to support this claim, he found that his brain was empty.

What to say? What is used to prove pureblood?