Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Ravenclaw sixth year prefect.

"Let's just leave it at that. Let's just end it now."

Alex said this to the other little wizards.

If you drive people away right from the start, as long as there are fewer people, big things will become small, and small things will be nothing.

But this will greatly affect the prestige of the disciplinary group.

So it must be stopped.

So Ron, who had been silent all the time, finally got the chance to speak.

"Prefect Schaffer, you have such great authority."

As soon as he opened his mouth he imitated Malfoy's witty rhetoric. In fact he had wanted to speak in that tone for a long time.

So exciting.

Chapter 130 Draco: Father, you are wrong! (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)

Hermione immediately said mercilessly: "I think it has been made very clear at the beginning of the school year that grades one to four are under the jurisdiction of our discipline team. It is not your place as a Ravenclaw prefect to interfere."

You must not show weakness at this time.

Regarding the prestige of the disciplinary committee

This totally disrespectful approach made the little wizards who were about to disperse stop immediately when they saw that there was still something to watch.

Sit down in a row and start eating fruit.

Watching the fun is the same no matter which world you are in.

"So, you don't take me, the prefect, seriously?"

Alex's eyes flickered dangerously.

The emergence of the discipline group is something that the class leaders are very dissatisfied with. No one wants to have one more thing controlling them, and once the taste of power is tasted, no one can get rid of it.

Several class leaders are planning to teach the discipline department a lesson.

Of course, Slytherin prefects are not included in this list. To be a Slytherin prefect, one must be a person of power in the wizarding world.

Hermione just looked at him quietly, and her silence made her attitude clear.

Alex smiled, a very arrogant smile, took out his wand and pointed it at Hermione: "Very good, it seems I should teach Miss Granger a good lesson."

"Respect your seniors and be in awe of the strong."

'If that Dursley was here, I might be a little worried, but Granger is just a Muggle wizard, so what would happen even if he did something?'

Alex looked at Hermione with contempt.

At most they will be punished by the professor, but it will be difficult for the disciplinary team to control them again, and the power will eventually return to the hands of their class leaders.

If those Slytherin scum hadn't kept silent, Ravenclaw wouldn't have had to take action.

As for the possibility of losing if he took action, that was not even within his consideration.

I am in the sixth grade and the other person is only in the second grade.

In a Slytherin room at Hogwarts, two figures, one big and one small, were sitting face to face.

Dudley specifically assigned the bullying incident of Luna to Hermione and the others to deal with in order to train their abilities. They would only take action when they could not handle it. However, Harry was sent away on the way by Lockhart in the name of helping him, and Malfoy was supposed to go with Hermione and the others, but was stopped by another person.

That was his father, Lucius Malfoy.

At this time, there was a row of seven brooms next to Lucius, all of which were the latest model of Flying Broomstick Nimbus 2001.

Although there is only one number difference between the Flying Broomstick Nimbus 2000 and 2001, their prices are more than doubled, and there is also a huge difference in performance.

"Father, I don't think I need these things."

Draco said, not even glancing at the seven brooms the entire time.

His father came to him today and told him that he would send him to join the Slytherin Quidditch team in exchange for donating a broomstick.

Go through the back door?

This was common in Slytherin, but Malfoy now hated this practice.

He thought that with his abilities, there was no need for him to join Quidditch.

"Draco, joining Quidditch is just the first step, then becoming captain, then prefect and finally head boy."

"You will gain both honor and power."

Lucius tried to induce Draco, sketched out a big pie for him, and said proudly: "Our Malfoy family has been prefects for generations. Believe me, this resume will be good for you in the future."

He knew his son. He had taught Draco since he was a child. He loved glory just like himself.

"I told you, father, I don't need to resort to this method."

Draco looked at his father seriously and said, "And I have no interest in prefects."

"Even if you donated a broom I wouldn't join Slytherin Quidditch. I'm already in the disciplinary group."

"What discipline group? That's just a child's play. I hope you can wake up, Draco." Lucius sneered, his words were full of disdain and arrogance. "That old man Dumbledore must be crazy to agree to this."

"Father, you are wrong. That is not a child's play." Draco shook his head, walked to the windowsill, looked at the deep lake outside the window and said slowly, in a tone that Lucius could not understand: "Brother D, you taught me a lot of things, many of which I could not learn at home."

"I really don't know what kind of magic potion he has fed you to make you believe in him so firmly."

As a father, Lucius became furious when he saw his son praising others so much.

"Dursley? Nothing more than a Mudblood."

"Father!" Malfoy's face changed drastically. His already pale face was now even more bloodless. He looked at his father with an unprecedented serious tone and said sternly: "I can pretend I didn't hear it this time, but I hope there won't be a next time."

The unquestionable tone and serious look were something Lucius had never seen before.

It's like he's educating himself.

My son educates me?

It's the other way around!

Lucius was filled with anger.

He really couldn't understand why, in just one year, his only son, Draco Malfoy, who was originally very obedient, always imitated him and took him as his role model, had changed so much.

It's all because of that Dursley!

The Carrow family too, they were crazy to get involved with this mudblood!

A bunch of little devils, a bunch of little devils who can't see the reality clearly, they will regret it later.

Draco must not be allowed to continue.

He is a pure-blood, noble pure-blood Malfoy! Not the self-depraved Weasley!

Draco looked at his father and knew that he didn't listen to him.

But I must never let my father say something like that again.

His Draco's dream and his Draco's ambition will be realized together with Brother D.

I made up my mind.

He turned his head and looked at his father: "My father, I remember that you also followed someone when you were young, right?"

Then Draco slowly uttered a name.

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When Draco said that name, the anger in Lucius' heart was instantly extinguished, and at the same time he shuddered unconsciously as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He widened his eyes and looked at his son in disbelief.

How dare he?

How dare he say that name?

"Crazy, chaotic, and bloodthirsty."

As Draco spoke, Lucius felt a mark on his arm begin to ache.

"The most important point is that you, his subordinates, and he himself have all failed."

"That means your choice, father, was wrong. The Malfoy family was almost expelled because of it."

"And I will never follow your old path."

"Malfoy will not fail, I, Draco will not fail, and Mr. Dursley will never fail."

Chapter 131: Prefect Shaffer is a respectable man

"Except your weapons!"

A red light flashed, accompanied by a crisp cry, and the wooden wand fell to the ground.

Under the impact of the spell, Alex's body flew high and then fell heavily.

"She's only a sophomore, why couldn't I stop her spell?"

Alex struggled to get up from the ground, his face slightly distorted. He had just launched a sneak attack, but he didn't expect that Hermione not only blocked the curse, but also "killed" him.

How come the reaction is so fast?

It's no wonder that Hermione's reaction speed is slow. Dudley has practiced sneak attacks and counterattacks with her many times. If she fails, she will be "punished".

Not only him, but many of the young wizards present did not react. From their perspective, Alex had just drawn out his wand and cast a spell when they saw a flash of light before their eyes and he was defeated. The whole process was so quick that it caught them off guard.

Some young wizards who had just arrived said: "As soon as I arrived, I saw Alex flying in the air."

"Shaffer is learning the wrong thing. It's the prefect. Have you learned the lesson of respecting the strong?" Hermione said softly, trying her best to imitate Dudley's tone to make herself appear calmer.

If it were any other time, she would have already started educating Alex about which syllables of the spell were not pronounced correctly, which movements were redundant, and what was wrong.

Dudley had told her before that at times like this, she had to act coy and be in control.

Only in this way can you establish the image of a strong person.

"I was not prepared and careless just now. Let's do it again. I want to have a fair and just duel with you!" Alex didn't care about the looks of the other little wizards at all and shouted at Hermione.

I was really careless. I didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.

He didn't believe that he couldn't beat a mere second grader.

It must have been a coincidence just now.

She must have wanted to attack me by surprise and just happened to run into me.

Ron stared at the other person with wide eyes, marveling at how thick-skinned he was.

A fair and just duel? That's a bold statement.

As for the way the other little wizards looked at Alex, there is no need to mention it.

You, a sixth grader, attacked a second grader but got killed, and now you're calling for a duel? And you're a girl?

"You three can go together." Alex is a class leader after all, a leader among his grade in the academy, and a respectable person.

Knowing he was in the wrong, his face turned red and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Okay!" Ron almost agreed immediately. He had long wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

But this time the protagonist is not him.

And he really couldn't beat Alex.

"Prefect Alex, it's embarrassing enough to be defeated in a sneak attack." Neville picked up Alex's dropped wand from the ground and gently wiped off the dust on it. It was made of the same material as his father's wand, ash wood.

He stared at Alex with his brown pupils, which were neither big nor small, and said from the bottom of his heart.

"You can't beat Hermione, so why bother humiliating yourself?"

Neville said it sincerely, and Alex felt awkward listening to it.

"Neville, give him your wand." Hermione said to Neville, then turned to look at Alex: "It seems that your lessons are not over yet."

Neville obediently handed the wand to Alex.