Chapter 75 Asking for advice, duel

The atmosphere around him became tense in an instant. The Slytherins subconsciously avoided his gaze, and some of them took two steps back unconsciously. Only Malfoy managed to say, "This is a matter between our Slytherins and Gryffindors. Don't meddle in other people's business, Wade Grey!"

"Draco--" Nott pulled his arm and whispered, "This is getting boring. Let's go--"

"It's because of me!"

Neville mustered up his courage and said with a slight tremor, "I met them on the road. Malfoy used the leg-locking spell on me. He said he wanted to find someone to practice that spell--Harry--and Ron and Hermione--to help me, he confronted Malfoy and the others, and then Malfoy called Hermione--a mudblood--"

"Neville!" Michael shouted.

Neville's voice stopped abruptly. He was at a loss for a moment, and then reacted in the eyes of others, looking at Wade with some panic.

The people present suddenly realized that there was another person from a non-magical family here--Wade had never specifically said at school that his parents were Squibs, only that they didn't know magic.

Because in the eyes of wizards, there is no difference between Squibs and Muggles - even Squibs are more discriminated against than Muggles. Because Muggles have made some remarkable and earth-shaking changes to the world, and what do Squibs have? They are just rubbish abandoned by the wizarding world.

When he first entered school, Wade was despised by some people because he was born in a non-magical family. But soon, he completely broke the prejudice of others with his strength. No one mentioned his bloodline anymore, and even many classmates thought that Wade was born in a pure-blood family and received elite wizard training since childhood.

——If not, it can't explain why they are compared to nothing.

At this moment, everyone remembered again that Wade was also born in a non-magical family. The air suddenly became quiet, and the originally vague noise disappeared completely, so quiet that it seemed that you could hear your own breathing.

Nott let go of Malfoy's hand.

"So that's how it is - isn't it common for classmates to practice spells?" Wade looked at Malfoy: "I just learned a spell, and I want to ask classmate Malfoy for advice."

If he yelled and rushed up angrily like Harry and the others, Malfoy would feel more at ease. But at this time, Wade just had a half-smile on his face, as if he was not angry at all, and Malfoy was scared instead.

"What - what -"

He clenched his wand and stammered.

If Malfoy could look in the mirror, he would find that his expression now was very similar to that of Neville who was surrounded before, and even more cowardly and guilty.

Wade held up his wand, bowed slightly, and looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes——

"Bow, Mr. Malfoy."

"I——I refuse——" Malfoy refused subconsciously. He pointed his wand at Wade and tried to explain: "I mean Granger——I'm not scolding you——Longbottom said that just now——"

[This person... is really vicious and naive...]

Wade sighed in his heart and swung his wand——

"Expelliarmus!"

A dazzling red light flashed, and Malfoy was hit by the light of the spell and flew backwards, knocking Crabbe behind him. His wand also flew out of his hand and fell at Nott's feet with a snap.

Nott looked around, but did not pick up the wand. Instead, he took two steps back.

No one noticed him, and everyone looked at the blond boy curled up on the ground. Pansy Parkinson wanted to do something, but was immediately pointed at by Michael with a smile.

"I don't usually hit girls, Pansy - don't make me an exception -" Michael said in a gentle tone.

Theo and Ryan stared at the other Slytherins, also ready to go.

No one really did anything, even Malfoy's two fat followers. They looked at Malfoy on the ground stupidly, and didn't even think of helping him up.

Malfoy covered his head and climbed up by himself. He looked at Wade hatefully and said loudly: "Don't think I'm afraid of you, Wade Grey! Do you know who my father is?"

Wade just kicked his wand over and said: "Go on."

Malfoy picked up the wand, his arms trembling a little, he was angry and resentful, but more of a fear in his heart.

The Wade Grey in front of him was not the nerd Granger. It was said that he knew more spells than some fifth-year students.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to count down to three just now." Wade said sarcastically: "After all, I am also a mudblood, and I don't quite understand the etiquette of you pure-blood wizards-"

The word "mudblood" seemed to be a slap in the face of the Slytherin students, and everyone's expression was more or less embarrassed.

"-If I remember correctly, count to three, Malfoy, and then the first magic-"

Malfoy clenched his teeth, his eyes flickered.

"One... two..."

Just after counting to two, Malfoy waved his wand vigorously and shouted: "Legs stand still!"

Wade, who was well prepared, began to dodge the moment he opened his mouth. The beam of light from the spell hit Nott, who was pretending to be invisible next to him, and his legs immediately stuck and fell down!

"Three--"

Wade counted to three calmly and waved his wand again: "Tarantella dance!"

Malfoy's legs immediately twitched, as if he was doing a happy dance, but he still wanted to attack Vader, and his lower and upper body were completely twisting in two directions. In this way, he quickly followed Nott's footsteps, his waist twisted with a loud bang, and he fell down.

Even so, his legs still twitched rapidly in the air, pulling on his sprained waist, causing Malfoy to moan loudly.

This look was so funny that even some of the Slytherin students accidentally laughed out loud.

Malfoy's pale face turned red, and he glared at him with murderous eyes. But from this angle, everyone seemed to be just a messy patch of color in his field of vision. The once familiar faces had become unfamiliar and cold. He couldn't tell who was laughing at him.

Vader deliberately waited for a while while the Slytherins just watched. To other unrelated students, this situation seemed as if they were a group of people bullying Malfoy who was alone.

When Malfoy was about to burst into tears, Vader walked over and lifted the spell. He squatted next to him and sincerely asked Malfoy, who was covered in cold sweat and extremely embarrassed—

“Bullying people—is it fun?”

Malfoy looked at him with fearful eyes, breathing rapidly but saying nothing.

Wade smiled and stood up. The Slytherin students separated themselves and watched him leave with the others.

No one spoke, no one stopped.