The Solution

Wade froze everything, then stepped into the messy classroom, carefully treading on areas untouched by the Dungbombs. He then restored the cockroaches and spiders to their original size, watching as the helpful insects scurried into cracks in the corners of the walls.

Looking up, he even saw some of them give him a grateful look.

Wade was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the floor, the walls, and at Malfoy and the others, Dungbomb "remains" were everywhere; broken glass shards emitted thick green smoke, and something corrosive on the ground hissed.

The Slytherins were petrified in various struggling poses, some crying with snot and tears all over their faces, some with eyes wide with terror, and some, for some reason, covered in red, horrible scabs that looked very painful. Only Daphne in the corner was slightly better; she wasn't injured, but she was badly scared and still had a few spiderwebs clinging to her.

Wade couldn't help but wonder—that's it?

He had thought Malfoy had laid a meticulous trap, daring to cause trouble again after their last encounter, but it turned out he just wanted to ambush them with numerical superiority?

Wade thought about himself—he had prepared over a dozen spells and specifically practiced five different combinations. To successfully cast spells in the shortest time and attack while in motion, he had privately trained for a long time in the Room of Requirement.

The Room of Requirement only provided wooden targets. To train himself, Wade had brought in various small insects as sparring partners; Engorgio was one of the spells he frequently used during this period. Of course, spiders and cockroaches were a bit too much of a challenge to sanity, and Wade himself couldn't stand them. He usually found emerald green praying mantises with two large blades.

At this moment, for Wade, it was as if he had just greeted his opponents, and they had all fallen down, wailing miserably in a "car-front-extortion" posture...

It made all his thorough preparations seem somewhat redundant.

"Scourgify!"

Wade waved his Wand, and the green liquid and Dungbombs vanished, leaving only a lingering stench. He then used Accio to collect everyone's Wands before lifting the Petrificus Totalus.

The classroom immediately erupted in loud cries and screams.

"Quiet!" Wade said, frowning.

Instantly, all sounds ceased.

Wade walked towards Malfoy. The blonde boy immediately turned pale with fright, scuttling backward on his feet and screaming, "You—you—you... don't come any closer—"

Wade pressed his Wand on Malfoy's shoulder, half-squatting, and looked seriously into his eyes: "Do you know? If you were my enemies, I would break your Wands right now."

Malfoy froze, then stammered tremblingly after a long moment, "You... you can't..."

For a Wizard, a Wand is almost half of their being; some adult Wizards can't even cast simple spells without their Wands. If a Wand breaks, it can certainly be replaced, but generally, only the Wand chosen in childhood and that has accompanied the Wizard throughout their growth is the most suitable and loyal. The vast majority of Wizards' Wands will stay with them until the end of their lives, then be buried with them.

This is a companion from birth to death.

In the classroom, someone let out a sob.

"Of course, I won't do that." Wade watched Malfoy's relieved expression and continued, "But it's not because of who your father is, or who your grandfather is—it has nothing to do with any of that. It's just because we're classmates and should get along... Don't you agree?"

Malfoy: "..."

—Look at the welts on me, smell the stench on me, do you know that spider almost ate me? Do you know what it feels like to be held by spider legs? And you call this getting along?

"—Yes," Young Master Malfoy said softly, lowering his head.

"Thank you, it's good that you understand—after all, I just want to study and don't like causing trouble."

Wade originally wanted to pat his shoulder, but remembering that these people were just covered in Dungbombs, his raised hand fell back down.

Malfoy, though, felt his heart race and constrict with Wade's movement, a dull ache starting in his chest. Hearing Wade's words, he almost cried.

—Is this devil-like person really the Ravenclaw he knew? Which one of them is truly the Slytherin?

"Also, could you please not bully my friends anymore? And stop using such despicable tactics... otherwise, I'll be very—very—angry! I always get my revenge." Wade said very earnestly, "If you think you can ignore my warning, you'd better defeat me first—I welcome all fair and square challenges."

Seeing Malfoy just staring blankly at him, with no reaction, and no one else speaking up, Wade, who had been talking to himself, started to feel a bit awkward. He put down the Slytherins' Wands and turned to leave. As he was about to exit, he suddenly looked back.

Malfoy, who had just touched his Wand, dropped it with a "clatter." Nott quickly hid behind Goyle, and everyone else was startled.

"Don't be so tense. I just wanted to ask—" Wade asked, "You won't tell the professors, will you—that you were scared to tears by spiders and cockroaches? There's a big difference, I think, between only one person knowing something embarrassing and being laughed at by the whole school... Don't you think so?"

Everyone's faces stiffened.

Especially Malfoy; he had already thought countless times—tell the professor... tell Father... break your Wand... get you, you bastard, expelled...

But Wade seemed to hear his thoughts, smiling gently and saying, "—Just playing a prank on classmates with an Engorgio spell won't get anyone expelled. We still have over six years to spend together! Let's put the past misunderstandings behind us and get along well from now on—can we?"

Everyone understood his threat and nodded stiffly.

Wade smiled. "Excellent—then it's settled."

...

Not long after Wade left the Potions Class classroom, he saw Michael and Padma peeking around the corner. Seeing him approach, they jumped out from the corner and surrounded Wade, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" Padma asked anxiously. "I heard a lot of screams from inside just now."

"No, I'm fine. I didn't get the short end of the stick," Wade said.

"Cool! All taken care of?" Michael said excitedly. "Let's go quickly—someone tried to check earlier, and we blocked them. I don't know if they'll bring Professor Snape."

The three hurried away down the corridor, and a large eye appeared from around the corner.

Wade turned back and winked, making an "OK" sign with his right hand behind his back.

Mikey the house-elf grinned and also extended his slender fingers to return an "OK." Then he hid in the shadows, his large ears swaying as he listened to the Slytherins' movements.

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