Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 124 Malfoy's Powerful Response! Integrating New Ideas!

"I saw it, a very good rescue operation! To commend Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy for their heroic rescue, I'm giving Gryffindor and Slytherin ten points each!"

After everyone gathered, Madam Hooch spared no praise, generously awarding points to both academies.

Rescuing Hermione was much easier than rescuing Neville. Hermione was very brave. Even when she found herself unable to control her flying broom and was helplessly flying around in the sky like she was on a runaway roller coaster, she did not lose her mind.

Instead, it did its best to maintain flight status and cooperate with Mrs. Hooch's rescue efforts.

Therefore, Madam Hooch rescued Hermione quickly and smoothly, and even had extra time to watch Neville's rescue operation.

Harry and Malfoy were delighted to hear Mrs. Hooch's praise.

The arrogant guy remained aloof, a slight smile playing on his lips, looking like he didn't care about anyone.

But Malfoy's good mood was soon ruined.

The destruction did not come from Dudley and the Gryphon, but from a backstab by their own Slytherin.

During the semi-free class time when Madam Hooch gave everyone a break to practice the trick of summoning flying brooms from a distance.

A first-year female Slytherin student who looked like a poodle, was ugly and mean-spirited, and another female Slytherin student with a thick face, tall and strong, walked aggressively in front of the Malfoy trio.

Malfoy naturally recognized the two women, but seeing that they seemed to have ill intentions, he didn't speak first, but simply frowned.

"Draco, why did you go to save the Gryffindors? This is a betrayal of Slytherin, and a betrayal of the pure-blood family!"

The girl in the lead, Pansy Parkinson, questioned Malfoy without any politeness, acting as if he were a sinner.

"Call me Malfoy! Pansy Parkinson!"

Extremely annoyed, Malfoy retorted sharply, his aura clearly stronger than the girl's, forcing Pansy to take a step back.

"What...what are you yelling about?" Pansy's response was noticeably weaker. "You betrayed the purebloods, are you afraid of what others will say?"

"Shut up! As a fellow member of one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families, let me give you a heads-up, you idiot!"

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

"Go back to your place and memorize the family names and genealogies of pure-blood families, instead of coming before me, the esteemed heir of the Malfoy family, to ask illogical and idiotic questions!"

"You...you...but..."

Pansy completely lost her confidence to confront Malfoy, took another step back, and bumped directly into Milison Burst, who was standing behind her.

"No buts!"

Malfoy remained unyielding. Although he had come to somewhat agree with Dudley's earlier theory of pure-bloods, the honor he carried for his pure-blood family made it impossible for him to stand against all pure-blood families, at least not at this stage.

Now, he can only stand on the grounds of pureblood theory, occupying the moral high ground of pureblood families, to explain all the seemingly illogical things he has done.

"Malfoy, even though you're in the right, you can't treat Pansy like this. We're girls, and what you're doing is incredibly ungentlemanly! It's not like a gentle pure-blooded nobleman at all!"

Millison, the burly girl standing behind Pansy, spoke up for Pansy. Her family, the Burst family, was also one of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families.

"Shut up, you too! Millison Burstd! What a pure-blood noble should be is determined by nobles among nobles, pure-bloods among pure-bloods like our Malfoy family! The Burstd family behind you doesn't have that much say!"

Malfoy spoke with increasing force, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had suffered at Dudley's hands.

Under this imposing aura, even Milison, who had the advantage in size, was at a disadvantage: "Malfoy, you..."

"Stop talking, Milison, let's go!"

Milison wanted to say a few more words about Malfoy, but Pansy immediately raised the white flag of surrender and dragged her away in a sorry state.

After walking a distance, Milison looked at Pansy with great confusion, because she noticed that Pansy's face was now flushed red with embarrassment.

"What's wrong, Pansy? Do you have a fever?" Milison asked, puzzled.

No~

Pansy gave Millison's broad chest a shy pat and explained, "Don't you think Draco Malfoy was incredibly handsome just now? He was so charismatic and manly!"

Milison: "Huh?!"

……

"Humph!"

Seeing Pansy and Milison retreat, Malfoy arrogantly raised his head and snorted again, displaying his impressive demeanor. Even when he caught Dudley's gaze in the distance, he didn't back down much, but quickly looked away.

Crabbe and Goyle were both thinking of kneeling down to Malfoy. They were completely shocked by Malfoy's domineering behavior just now and admired him to the point of prostration.

Harry, who had witnessed all of this from afar, had other thoughts in his mind. He whispered to Dudley beside him:

"Cousin, I've suddenly started to dislike Malfoy again. Can I skip apologizing to him?"

Dudley did not indulge Harry; he replied:

“Harry, let’s keep things separate. Since you misunderstood him earlier, you should apologize. Besides, how can you be sure that you didn’t misunderstand Malfoy again just now?”

You see, Malfoy is different from us. He was born into a pure-blood family. The family brought him benefits and glory, but it also became a shackle that bound him, and that shackle isn't so easily broken!

Harry fell into deep thought after hearing Dudley's words.

And this flight lesson, which had been fraught with twists and turns, had come to an end.

"Harry Potter!"

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

When Harry approached, Professor McGonagall abruptly said, "Come with me!"

Then he turned and left.

Harry was completely confused and turned to his cousin, hoping he could give him some guidance.

"Go ahead, Harry! Professor McGonagall is a good person; she's definitely looking for you!"

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

It's nothing more than Quidditch.

When Dudley thought of Quidditch, he thought of a flying device that would be perfect for his fusion.

If he were to combine this flying device, he would possess unparalleled flying speed and incredibly agile dodging abilities.