Chapter 124: Malfoy's Overbearing Response! New Ideas for Fusion!

"I saw it. It was a very good rescue operation! To commend the heroic rescue efforts of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, I'm going to award ten points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin House!"

After everyone gathered, Madam Hooch spared no praise and very generously awarded points to both houses.

Rescuing Hermione was far more difficult than rescuing Neville. Hermione was very brave. Even when she found she couldn't control the flying broom and was flying around helplessly, as if on a runaway roller coaster, she didn't lose her head.

Instead, she tried her best to maintain her flying state and cooperate with Madam Hooch's rescue.

So, Madam Hooch rescued Hermione very quickly and smoothly, and still had extra time to watch the rescue operation on Neville's side.

Hearing Madam Hooch's praise, Harry and Malfoy were both very happy.

Malfoy was still his haughty self, with a faint smile on his lips, looking as if he didn't care about anyone.

But soon, Malfoy's good mood was ruined.

The source of this ruin was not Dudley or Gryffindor, but a backstab from his own Slytherin House.

During the semi-free class time when Madam Hooch asked everyone to take a short break and simply practice the Summoning Flying Broom from Afar move.

A first-year Slytherin girl who looked like a poodle, ugly and mean, and another first-year Slytherin girl who was chubby-faced, tall and strong, walked up to the Malfoy Trio menacingly.

Malfoy naturally knew these two, but seeing their hostile looks, he didn't speak first and just frowned.

"Draco, why did you go to save someone from Gryffindor? You're betraying Slytherin House and the pure-blood families!"

Pansy Parkinson, the leading girl, bluntly questioned Malfoy, looking as if he was a criminal.

"Call me Malfoy! Pansy Parkinson!"

Malfoy, extremely annoyed, retorted sharply. His aura was clearly stronger than the girl opposite, and he actually forced Pansy to take a step back.

"You... Why are you shouting?" Pansy's response was much weaker. "Are you afraid of others when you're betraying the pure-bloods?"

"Shut up! For the sake of being one of the Twenty - Eight Sacred Families, let me remind you, you idiot!"

Malfoy didn't back down and roared again. "The Longbottom family is also one of the Twenty - Eight Sacred Families. Although Neville is fat, ugly, and a Gryffindor, he bears the surname Longbottom. That alone gives me more than enough reason to save him! Do you understand?!

Go back and memorize the family trees of the pure-blood families instead of coming in front of me, the noble heir of the Malfoy family, and asking stupid, illogical questions!"

"You... But..."

Pansy completely lost the nerve to confront Malfoy and took another step back, bumping right into Millicent Bulstrode standing behind her.

"There's no 'but'!"

Draco Malfoy didn't back down at all. Although he somewhat agreed with the theory of pure - blood that Dudley mentioned before, the glory of the pure - blood families he carried on his shoulders made it impossible for him to oppose all the pure - blood families, at least for now.

For now, he could only stand on the pure - blood stance to hold the moral high ground of the pure - blood families and justify all the seemingly unreasonable things he had done.

"Draco Malfoy, even though you're in the right, you can't treat Pansy like this. We're girls! It's so ungentlemanly of you! You don't act like a gentle pure - blood noble at all!"

Millicent Bulstrode, the stout girl standing behind Pansy, spoke up for her. The Bulstrode family she belonged to was also one of the Twenty - Eight Noble Pure - Blood Families.

"Shut up, Millicent Bulstrode! What a pure - blood noble should be like is decided by aristocrats like our Malfoy family, the nobles among nobles, the pure - bloods among pure - bloods! Your Bulstrode family doesn't have much say in this!"

Draco Malfoy became more and more imposing, as if he were venting all the anger he had endured from Dudley.

Under this imposing manner, Millicent Bulstrode, who had an advantage in size, was at a disadvantage: "Draco Malfoy, you..."

"Stop it, Millicent. Let's go!"

Millicent Bulstrode was still about to scold Draco Malfoy a bit more, but unexpectedly, Pansy waved the white flag of surrender and dragged her away dejectedly.

After walking some distance, Millicent Bulstrode looked at Pansy in great confusion because she found that Pansy's face was blushing brightly.

"What's wrong with you, Pansy? Are you running a fever?" Millicent Bulstrode asked, puzzled.

"Nope~"

Pansy shyly tapped Millicent Bulstrode's thick chest and said, "Don't you think Draco Malfoy was so freaking cool just now? He was so imposing and so manly!"

Millicent Bulstrode: "Ah?!"

...

"Humph!"

Seeing Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode retreat, Draco Malfoy proudly raised his head and snorted again. He looked extremely imposing. Even when he caught Dudley's stare in the distance from the corner of his eye, he didn't show much weakness. He just quickly shifted his gaze.

Crabbe and Goyle both had the urge to kneel before Draco Malfoy at this moment. They were completely stunned by Draco Malfoy's domineering actions just now and were full of admiration.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had witnessed all this from afar, had other thoughts. He whispered to Dudley beside him:

"Cousin, I suddenly start to hate Draco Malfoy again. Can I not apologize to him?"

Dudley didn't indulge Harry. He replied:

"Harry, one thing is one thing. Since you misunderstood him before, you should apologize. Moreover, how can you be sure that you weren't misunderstanding Draco Malfoy again just now?

You know, Draco Malfoy is different from us. He was born standing on the side of the pure - blood families. The family brought him benefits and glory, but at the same time, it also became a shackle that bound him. It's not that easy to break free from this shackle!"

After hearing Dudley's words, Harry fell into deep thought.

And this flying classes that has gone through many twists and turns also came to an end.

"Harry Potter!"

In the distance, Professor McGonagall, with a serious expression, walked over. She shouted Harry's name from afar, which caught the attention of Dudley and others.

When Harry heard the call and stepped forward, Professor McGonagall suddenly blurted out, "Come with me!"

Then she turned around and walked away.

This left Harry completely bewildered. He turned to look at his cousin, hoping for some guidance.

"Go ahead, Harry! Professor McGonagall is a good person. There must be something good for you!"

Dudley said with a smile. He had already guessed what Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to Harry about.

It was nothing but Quidditch.

Thinking of Quidditch, Dudley associated it with a flying prop that was very suitable for his fusion.

If he underwent this fusion, he would have an unmatched flying speed and extremely sensitive evasion ability.