Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 139 The Mudblood

The seven Slytherins lifted their brooms forward together, seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001", dazzled everyone's eyes in the morning sun.

"Latest model, just out for the summer holidays," said Flint indifferently, dusting a bit of dust off the top of his broom.

And Ron and Hermione also rushed over. They were sitting on the lawn before, they didn't know what happened here, they only heard the words behind them.

The Gryffindor team, including Ron, stared dumbfounded at the seven advanced brooms in front of them.

A traitor accidentally appeared in Hera's fist, the other four fingers were put away, and the thumb stood up.However, as a professor, he only dared to secretly make gestures inside the cloak.

Professors need to uphold the principles of fairness, justice, and openness, and must not favor their own colleges.

"Not bad, Professor?" Draco dragged his broom with both hands, showing it to Hera as if asking for credit, but it looked like he was showing off to Gryffindor. "I think the Gryffindor team may be able to sell those sweeping seven-star No. 5 as a prize. I think the museum will be happy to bid."

The Slytherins laughed hoarsely.

Boom!

Hera pounded Draco's head with her fist, "Draco, do you need me to tell your father? I don't want to keep threatening you with your father, but what you have done is really uneducated."

Draco's face flushed red.

"I think at least none of the Gryffindor team members need to pay to join," Hermione also sarcastically said angrily in a sharp voice, "they got in entirely by ability."

Draco blushed even more. He pointed at Hermione and said viciously, "Nobody asked you, you stinky little Mudblood."

Hera's face turned cold, and the wand slipped out of the sleeve, and the tip of the wand was already on Draco's neck.

"Malfoy?" He said in a bleak tone the students had never heard before, "Maybe I should teach you respect."

There was an immediate explosive reaction, as Flint rushed forward and pulled Draco back, trying to free him from Hera's wand, but Hera's wand locked Draco tightly, even though Flint was in his way.

"Professor, he is a child, and he does not know the meaning of the word."

"Oh? Really?" Hera sneered, the cold wind in the morning blew by, making people feel goosebumps unconsciously. "perhaps,"

"How dare he!" Hera slapped Flint's chest hard with her wand, "You have to pay for it, Draco."

He pointed furiously at Draco's face from under Flint's arm.

"Hera!" Hermione screamed in horror, she hadn't figured out the situation yet, having grown up in the Muggle world, she didn't understand how dirty this word was.

Hera tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down her emotions, and tried her best to restrain the urge to cast a curse on Draco's little face.

"Well, I think Professor Snape will know how to punish you." Hera put down her wand, Flint was relieved, but Draco's face turned even paler.

Pulling Draco from behind Flint, Hera dragged him abruptly away from the Quidditch pitch.

"You'd better pray that Professor Snape will give you enough punishment, otherwise." Hera said in a low voice, pulling Draco roughly by the collar and dragging him all the way to the castle.

Draco had tears running down his cheeks.

"Hera?" Snape was brewing the potion in his office. It seemed that a critical moment had come. Even though Hera pushed the door open very loudly, he still steadily picked up a blade of grass with tweezers and carefully dropped it into the cauldron.

"Didn't you see I was brewing the potion? I hope you won't let it fall short because of something the size of a sesame seed."

His eyes were still fixed on the crucible, and he didn't care about Hera at all.

Hera pulled Draco out from behind, and said angrily: "Your good student, Mr. Malfoy, today he insulted Miss Granger of Gryffindor College with extremely dirty words."

"I think, perhaps you are capable enough to deal with such trivial matters." Professor Snape's expression remained unchanged. Draco's matter was far less important than the potion he was brewing.

"Maybe, but because of Mr. Malfoy's consistent attitude towards wizards who are not born in pure blood, I don't think the deduction of points will make him realize his mistake." Hera said angrily with her hands on the table.

"So what did you do, Draco?" Snape raised his brows lightly. He only needed to carefully put the last third of an ounce of lovage into the cauldron, then stir it clockwise for three and a half times, and then boil it quietly for 2 days, and then he could harvest a perfect potion.

"I just accidentally said that word." Draco sobbed, he didn't have the arrogance he had before, in front of his dean, he would not be much better than others.

"Mudblood, you said mudblood." Hera interrupted Draco roughly.A man takes the consequences, especially after he uses such insulting words.

"Huh?" Snape's hand trembled, and the lovage and tweezers fell into the cauldron, making a loud bang, and the potion gurgled out of the cauldron, onto the table, onto the ground, onto Snape's body.

His potion had failed, failed at the last moment.

But none of this seems to matter.

He stood up, oblivious to the hot potion dousing his legs.He walked up to Draco - ignoring Hera.

Professor Snape leaned down, his dark, indifferent, empty eyes were less than ten centimeters away from Draco, his face was almost close to Draco's.

"I see, Hera, I think I need to do some guidance next—for our arrogant and unreasonable Mr. Malfoy, who doesn't know what respect is." Snape's voice was barely higher than a whisper, as cold and cruel as a poisonous snake.

Draco trembled all over, he cast his eyes on Hera, he would rather Hera deducted a hundred points from him - at least he had a chance to make it up.

"I hope Mr. Malfoy can learn some lessons." Hera pursed her lips and said sharply.

Snape waved his robe, bent over with his wrist behind his back, and stared firmly at Draco's small face.

"I think he will."

"In that case, I won't bother you." Hera strode out of the office directly.

Naturally, he would not let Draco go easily, but how to punish him, Hera still needs to think carefully.

Can't you just snap off his wand and throw him into Knockturn Alley like that rude wizard photographer in Diagon Alley?

Believe in Big Malfoy——Lucius will risk his life and seek revenge on Hera, after all, he is his only son.

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