HP: For a better world

Chapter 107 After the Duel

In order to prevent further fighting, according to Professor McGonagall's instructions, each college returned to their respective lounges, and the students who came later could only pack their food and take it back to the lounge to eat.

What was "touching" was that the students in grades three and four and below were very respectful and followed his instructions.

(Winster wasn't moved at all. These guys just thought it was cool that he and Moody almost got into a fight.)

They exclaimed "How cool!" in private, and happily surrounded Winster and returned to the Slytherin common room.

As soon as they entered the lounge, they dispersed and found their own seats. Only the most familiar ones found excuses to push the students next to them away, and all of them had smiles on their faces.

Draco didn't want to be watched by them!

He was about to sneak away, but Winster, who had been staring at him, ruthlessly grabbed him back and asked:

"Why are you running?"

Winster said in a "surprised" tone:

"Do you want to wait until the dean comes back to find out that there is a stunning warrior in the academy, who challenged him to a duel in public and lost?"

Winster uttered a wow expressionlessly, pretending to be amazed.

"I didn't know you were so brave, Draco..."

The expression on Winster's face suddenly became ashamed, and admiration appeared in his eyes.

He assured her thoughtfully, "Don't worry... Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will definitely stand by and cheer for you. Maybe the teacher will change his view of the sedge grass to the troll baby - more comprehensive, accurate, and in line with the times... in line with your every move today - oh, maybe he will even have some pity on your smooth cerebral cortex and think that Longbottom has his merits? Then I won't have to worry about him, as a wizard, getting mad at a bunch of stupid wizards and getting high blood pressure one day."

Winster said it softly, but with full aggression.

"In that case, I have to thank you... Thank you for helping the teacher control his temper. That's so thoughtful... I can almost believe that he will be surprisingly tolerant of Longbottom because of your actions - after all, compared to the difference in talent, I still think that only idiots are hopeless."

He even looked at Draco with worry, as if he was afraid that he didn't understand what he was saying. As long as Draco showed a little confusion, he was even willing to "thoughtfully" "explain" it again.

“——Puff, puff, puff.”

The Slytherins who were watching quietly around burst into laughter, and Malfoy's gradually red face was a real feast for their eyes.

Winster glanced to the side, paused, and said slowly:

"Of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with Neville. It's just that compared to other things about you, Neville has made great achievements in herbology."

Critical hit x3!

Draco's face flushed red, and he took a step back, not sure whether out of shame or anger.

After finally easing his breath, Winston stroked his sleeves to wipe away the small bumps on his arms that had been scratched by the ferret that Draco had turned into, and took out a piece of parchment and a quill from the bag beside him.

There is ink on the table in the lounge. I don’t know who left it there and there is no name on it. I’d like to borrow it for now.

He held the pen in his hand.

"Okay, tell me, who provoked you?"

Winster said calmly. Seeing that the scolding was over, Loio, who was watching the fun beside Winster, saw that Winster hadn't eaten anything for such a long time, and spoke up cheerfully:

"I'll go get you some snacks~~"

Winster sighed, feeling his stomach was empty. He said helplessly, "Thanks, Luo, you are so thoughtful."

I was so busy taking care of the younger students who came late and missed dinner that I forgot to save an extra portion for myself.

Although he knew where the kitchen was, he didn't want to risk being put in solitary confinement to find a place he hadn't been to. He might as well try calling Lalo in the dormitory to see if he could get it to deliver some food if the teacher wasn't there.

After all, Lalo served the professor. Logically speaking, when the professor was not there, Winster had no authority to call it.

Luo Ou went to the surrounding tables and took some food, then put it in front of Winster.

"Thank you so much, brother." Winster sighed, picking up a cookie and throwing it into his mouth.

"Here are some drinks..." Kelun silently pushed over a jug of pumpkin juice that he had filled with his own water bottle. He said weakly, "...I just didn't get any other food...I had to queue up and get some pumpkin juice...I guessed you didn't eat, so this will at least help you...We've all eaten."

Winster was touched, and he immediately said, "Brother, I heard that the Lord of the Rings movie is coming out. I will help you chase stars when it comes out. If you can't get a ticket to the premiere, I will help you tie up the author and get him to sign for you!"

Luo Ou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he pushed him and urged him to eat quickly: "Eat yours. The author of the Lord of the Rings died a long time ago."

Winster took a bite of bread and swallowed it: "Right away... I have something else to ask Draco -" He joked seriously: "You have to believe in magic, Loewe, there are things in the poet's story collection that can resurrect people. It's not impossible to summon the dead author to write a sequel for Colen..."

Luo Ou complained: "That's just a story. What sweet dream are you having... If it's true, I will revive my mother and my father will definitely be happy..."

Winster laughed.

Then he directed the rag to wipe the table again, and motioned for Draco to stop standing there stupidly and sit down and tell him the whole process so that he could write to Snape.

"I suggest you confess now. Now that you know the professor is back, maybe he can calm you down a little."

After chatting with his friend for a few minutes, Winster calmed down and prepared to write a letter.

Draco felt that Winston was helping him to reduce his punishment, so he sat down reluctantly.

"Tell me, why did you suddenly provoke Weasley?" Without looking up, Winster wrote down a general outline of what happened and the possibility that Moody would come to him later.

"...I forgot." Draco said in a whisper, glancing around guiltily.

"Forgot?" Winster glanced sideways and said in a strange tone: "Do you think I believe it? It just happened."

He reminded: "Even if you want to make up someone who controls your mind--"

Draco's eyes suddenly widened, and his expression quickly lit up -

Winster (ruthless): "There happens to be an expert in the school, and you just met him."

Draco snapped and slumped.

"I've already apologized..."

"That's the price you pay for losing the duel. Who told you to choose Selwyn as a witness... How could you actually think he's trustworthy? Even if he doesn't favor you, would he be willing to take the risk to judge the outcome of the duel for you given his cowardly style?"

"I didn't force you to apologize!" Draco protested.

Winster sneered:

"...Do you really think no one knows what you meant by that last spell?" Winston calmly stated the most serious consequence of the Splitting Spell, which is why it is not allowed to be used on people: "'If the Splitting Spell goes wrong, the skin will be torn apart at best, and at worst, it may lead to death.'"

——Is it really just a embarrassment?" Winster asked him silently.

Draco lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive.

"You didn't consider my thoughts, why should I consider yours?" Winster asked back, "Don't forget, I stopped you as soon as you turned into an animal. There aren't many professors in the school today. How long would you have to keep flying in that form in front of everyone before someone stopped you?"

Draco shuddered and said submissively, "I didn't mean to..."

Suddenly a light bulb lit up in his head, and he remembered who instigated him and said quickly: "It was Nott, he deliberately wanted me to--"

"Hey, White." Nott, who had been watching from the side, interrupted him leisurely, leaned over and greeted him in a friendly manner, "How are you going to punish Malfoy?"

"...What do you think?" Winston figured it out and looked at him with a half-smile, "Mr. Nott."

Nott laughed and said slowly.

"I think... since you saved him, why not teach him a lesson... how about letting him walk around with the words 'Malfoy is an idiot' hanging behind him?"

"After all, there are probably only two of us left running for prefect this year. If I fail, it will do me no harm to show my goodwill in advance. I believe fair competition can promote friendship between us."

Winster raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I don't think so."

Nott's expression quickly darkened.

Before he could ridicule, Winster said:

"After today's performance, I think I have secured the title of prefect."

"——You just took advantage of today!"

"You (I) are just a half-blood, how can we be qualified to be a prefect?"

Winster fiddled with his wand and spoke out of boredom, his voice overlapping with Nott's.

There is still a little difference.

"You!" Nott glared at him.

"Please, honorable noble sir," Luo Ou said mockingly, putting his hand on the back of Winster's chair, "Can you please be a little more original in what you say?"

He said lazily, "I've repeated these few sentences over and over again and I've almost memorized them. Marcus said so at the beginning, why is he still saying so now that we are in this class? Can't you see that non-mixed-bloods only have those few tricks? Don't forget that Winster's current achievements are higher than yours."

Winster couldn't help but laugh and said jokingly, "Maybe they all learned the same set of words before entering school?"

Loio burst into laughter. Colen didn't dare laugh in front of him. He held up the book, and his shoulders began to shake.

"The dean will not side with you." Nott sneered, "His position relies on the support of the pure-bloods. If he forgets fairness, the balance he currently maintains between the various families will collapse. Who will still think he is worthy of being the dean of Slytherin? - You are damaging the interests of the teachers you value, White."

"Really?" Winster said calmly.

"——Then I will bring him greater benefits."

“I have the confidence.”

The teacher only cares about one person. Although the resurrection stone does not bring true resurrection, it is enough to make up for everything. When the time comes, the person who needs to worry about it will be himself. Winster smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"You have finished speaking your wise words. Please go ahead."

Nott didn't get what he wanted and was instead very angry. He didn't dare to fight with Winster, so he had to leave angrily.

"What's with that expression on your face?" Winston looked away and suddenly noticed the expression on the face of the person next to Draco, and asked curiously.

Draco stared at Nott's back with a particularly superior look.

"Ha..." He laughed briefly and raised his chin modestly: "Nothing...it's just that you said I was stupid, and I suddenly disagreed a little."

Winster: “?”

Draco couldn't help but say a little more: "How could you be a half-blood..."

This time it was Luo's turn to look dark.

"——Of course I am mixed-blood," Winster interrupted him, "Do you know who my parents are better than I do?"

Of course, that's not certain.

Winster knew nothing about the parents of this body. Maybe Draco really knew more and earlier than him, which could also explain why Draco's attitude was a little strange.

But compared to the opinion of his loyal supporter Loial, it would be better for Draco to keep his mouth shut.

"--Since you don't want to tell me, then I'll just write it casually?" Winster tried to divert his attention.

"Write whatever you want," Draco said happily, as if he was about to hum a sound. He felt a kind of intoxication that made him feel sober while everyone else was drunk. His ruddy face turned pale again because of anger. "I believe you won't write nonsense."

"hehe."

Winster smiled mysteriously.

"How are you going to punish me?" Draco raised his face and modestly retracted the corners of his mouth that were crazily raised: "Since you helped me, I should also pay a little price. What do you want?"

"...I was originally planning to beat you up." Winster was silent for a moment and suddenly said sincerely.

"?" Draco returned the question mark. He remembered an incident in Hogsmeade on a snowy day when Winterstable cast an ordinary spell that caused the big rock next to him to suddenly explode.

He was suddenly shocked.

"...But now I think Nott's suggestion is also good." Winster scared Draco for a moment, then slowly changed his words.

Draco was about to break out in a cold sweat because Winston had spoken so seriously.

Although he didn't think Winston would really beat him up because of Weasley... uh... maybe... maybe... not... really... right.

Winster used the flowers in the vase next to him to turn into a cardboard, with the words "I am a troll butt twiddler" written on the front.

Notes on the negative side: Because I was stupid enough to pick a fight with five or six people in the auditorium and lost.

"Be more self-aware." Winster blinked and smiled very friendly and calmly: "Otherwise we will go to my club to duel, and the price of losing is to be beaten by me."

?

——You beat me up and you bring double the bonus? ?

Draco looked at Winston's smiling face in disbelief and raised the sign from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't worry, I won't let you embarrass Slytherin again. I just plan to let you walk around the common room a few times to make everyone feel a little involved, until the dean comes back to decide on your real punishment - after all, logically speaking, I am threatening you now."

Winster gave some considerate restrictions.

"If you feel threatened just smile."

Draco twitched his mouth, unable to smile. He held the wand tightly in Winston's hand. He didn't want to be beaten by Winston... Who knew if he could cast such a heavy spell, someone else would inherit the Malfoy family?

The people nearby were watching the fun.

"Then when the dean comes back tomorrow, I won't have to..."

"!"

Winster calmly cast a small evil spell at Draco's feet, effectively dispelling Draco's laziness.

"...I'm a troll ass twerk...because I was stupid enough to be in the Great Hall..." Draco's weak voice dragged and echoed in the common room.

"Pervert! Who slapped my butt!!!"

Draco was furious.

A group of people laughed: "Aren't you a troll butt!"

"Zabini, are you a pervert?" Draco shouted in frustration.

*

Gryffindor common room.

Everyone was chatting and laughing and sharing each other's food. Some even brought some magic candies from the dormitory. It was as lively as a festival.

A hand suddenly emerged from the crowd, holding a crystal ball.

"Hey guys! Who wants this rare collector's edition crystal ball? The contents are precious and the quantity is limited, so first come first served!!"

Fred climbed onto the table and stood up, laughing strangely.

"Just add one silver Sickle to the original price of the crystal ball, and you can take it home and enjoy it slowly~"

He flicked the crystal ball, and a faint voice came out from the crystal ball, as if it had suffered infinite injustice:

"…I'm sorry… (click)…I apologize to you for my stupidity…"

“Oooooohhhhh!!!”

The whole lounge was in an uproar. A group of people held up their money bags and said, "George, give me one!"

George laughed so hard that his teeth showed: "Remember to go to the Gemini Joke Shop. Welcome to come again next time!"