Hearing Harry's voice, Malfoy spun around in a hurry but wasn't quick enough. Harry crashed directly into him, sending him flying. Malfoy then collided with a smirking Goyle, and the two tumbled to the ground together.
"Harry Potter!" Malfoy yelled furiously.
Ron also ran over to stand beside Harry, confronting the others. His mind raced – the Slytherins outnumbered them, perhaps they should run towards the library…
"Harry, you two don't—oh, Neville!"
Hermione's lips went white with anger when she saw Neville. She rushed over to undo the spell on him.
Neville finally stood up with Hermione's support, trembling all over, his eyes fixed on the Slytherin student who was stepping on his wand – Theodore Nott.
Under his fierce and angry gaze, Nott's foot subtly retreated a little.
"This is too much! You—" Hermione glared at everyone, shouting, "How could you do that to him?"
"What's it to you?" Malfoy spat, brushing dirt off himself as he got up, "You filthy Mudblood!"
Harry didn't even understand what had happened before he heard Ron and Neville roar and charge forward!
"You'll pay for that, Malfoy!" Ron shouted loudly.
"Don't say that word! Don't!" Neville also showed unprecedented courage and fury.
Two fists landed on Malfoy's face, one after the other.
The exquisitely handsome Malfoy heir screamed, and his nose immediately began to bleed.
"How dare you!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked, grabbing Ron's robe, her nails directly scratching his neck.
The surrounding Slytherins didn't just stand there either. Goyle kicked Neville in the stomach, while Nott shoved Ron away.
Harry froze for only a moment, then reacted immediately. When Crabbe tried to punch Neville in the head, Harry pounced without hesitation.
Slytherins and Gryffindors instantly erupted into a brawl. They had no time to use spells, relying entirely on their fists and feet. After a brief advantage, the three Gryffindor boys quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Although Hermione didn't understand what Malfoy had said, she unhesitatingly cast the spell she knew best—
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Wands waved forcefully. The Slytherins present all felt as if their robes were choking them. They were involuntarily pulled up by their own clothes, suspended in the air for two or three seconds, then slammed to the ground with a "thud."
Harry and the other two, who were being beaten on the ground, looked at her in astonishment.
"Ah!"
Pansy had landed on her nose. She groaned in pain, cursing, "You damn Mudblood—"
Malfoy, his face covered in blood, scrambled up from the ground, pulled out his wand, and yelled at Hermione, "Densaugeo!"
"Stop!" Harry also quickly drew his wand, rapidly recalling a spell he had seen in a book before—
"Tarantallegra!"
Their two spells crisscrossed in the air. Malfoy's spell hit Hermione, who whimpered and quickly raised a hand to cover her face, but her front teeth had already begun to grow at an alarming rate, extending past her lips and down to her chin in the blink of an eye. Harry's spell hit Malfoy, but due to his lack of proficiency, the spell's force only caused Malfoy to stumble backward.
For a moment, spells flew everywhere in the corridor, and passing students quickly dodged away. But everyone soon realized that most of their spells were less effective than their fists and feet, so the young wizards resorted to punching and kicking again.
Hermione's teeth had already reached her chin. She tried to leave but was blocked by Pansy Parkinson. The brown-haired girl decisively charged forward, giving her opponent a fierce headbutt. Both screamed simultaneously.
"Immobulus!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the corridor, and everyone's movements froze, looking somewhat comical at first glance.
—A professor is here?
This thought flashed through the students' minds simultaneously, and they instantly panicked.
Only Neville happily shouted, "Wade!"
Harry was pushing hard on Malfoy's face with one hand while still wrestling with Nott. He was frozen in an exceptionally twisted position, his eyes straining to look sideways, only seeing a tall, slender figure elongated by the sunlight from the window.
"Neville?" Wade Gray's surprised voice rang out. "And—hmm, Hermione—what are you doing?"
Before Neville could answer, he cast two spells in quick succession: "Finite Incantatem! Relashio!"
The group finally unfroze from their awkward positions, but their limbs felt weak and powerless. Harry nearly embraced Malfoy; he quickly broke free and looked at the newcomers.
It wasn't just Wade Gray approaching, but also Ravenclaw's Michael Corner and Padma Patil, and Hufflepuff's Theo Mancini and Ryan Caro.
With classes crossing house lines, students of the same year weren't complete strangers to each other, but they weren't particularly familiar either—mostly just acquaintances who hadn't spoken much.
Even so, Harry and Ron knew that the people before them were all excellent students in class. They were often praised and earned points for their houses, and they had never heard of them causing any trouble or breaking school rules like the Weasley brothers. Especially Wade Gray; it seemed no professor disliked him, and he was even the inventor of the Book of Friends...
Facing such peers naturally created a sense of distance mixed with inferiority and helplessness, like an invisible shackles binding their hands, feet, and temper.
The Slytherins also scrambled to their feet. Under the watchful eyes of Michael and the others, they looked at each other but didn't continue the attack.
Wade ignored the students. He bent down, pulled a disheveled Hermione up from the ground, and examined her long front teeth. Hermione tried to cover them with her hands, but it was difficult because her teeth were still growing and were nearly at her shoulders.
Her long, white teeth gleamed, looking both terrifying and comical.
The girl whimpered, touching her teeth with a mix of shock and fear, tears welling in her eyes.
"It's alright, Madam Pomfrey can fix it in two minutes," Wade comforted her, then took off his outer robe and draped it over Hermione's head. "Padma, could you please take Hermione to the Hospital Wing?"
"Of course, leave it to me," Padma replied resolutely, helping Hermione leave. She also pulled Hermione's robe down to cover those increasingly monstrous teeth and shield her from prying and mocking glances.
After the girls left, Wade turned to the others, smiled, and said gently, "So—who'd like to tell me what exactly happened here?"
His face was calm, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.
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