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Chapter 156 Draco: Born Noble?You deserve it too!
"Malfoy, do you know that you are a Slytherin wizard?"

"Do you know that you should..."

"Shut up, Flint."

Draco looked at the wizard who made him sick with disgust.

I really didn't expect how I thought it was so good to get along with him in the first place.

"Even if we are Slytherins, it's Hogwarts Slytherins, not someone's Slytherins."

"We have our own propositions, we have our own ideas, and we have our own pursuits."

"Flint..."

Being watched by Draco's emotionless eyes, he felt flustered deep in his heart, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he was overwhelmed by Draco's aura.

The panic was replaced by shame and anger.

He didn't allow his face to be stepped on by a young wizard who had just entered school for three years in front of so many people.

After today's news got out, what would those wizards headed by him think of him?

What will the family behind him think of him?

"Heh, everyone knows that our pure-blood family is born noble."

"You've lowered yourself to be with those filthy Mudbloods..."

"Then how do you make our pure-blood families think of you?"

Marcus growled loudly, only sounding a bit unembarrassed.

Draco frowned, annoyed that Marcus contradicted his argument.

"Boring stuff."

"Until now, they still insist on the glory of the so-called pure blood, the so-called noble birth."

"But you are nothing to me. You can't compare to other Muggle wizards without families. Do you dare to say that you are better than Miss Penelope? Can you beat Miss Granger? Can you compare with that result?" Excellent students who are familiar with Potions and Charms?"

Draco walked in front of Marcus, his arrogance was even stronger than that of Marcus.

"Flint...you are nothing, without the family behind you, you are no match for anyone."

"Then where is the nobility in your so-called noble birth?"

"If it's because of a good background, it's called luck, not nobility."

"Besides... are you worthy?"

Everyone was silent, and many students were shocked by Draco's "rebellious" words.

Especially Marcus Flint.

He opened his mouth wide, pointed a trembling finger at Draco, and looked at him in disbelief.

It never occurred to him that Draco would deny the theory of blood.

You know, he is the noble Malfoy.

"The words in your mouth make me sick, they are worse than the dirtiest maggots."

"Flint, you are no longer fit to lead Slytherin House."

"The new Slytherin house does not need the filth of the old era, it just needs to keep moving forward like a ship, and it is enough to continue to open up and forge ahead."

Marcus slumped on the stool, and now he was looking up at Draco.

From such a close distance, he naturally saw the disdain and sarcasm in Draco's eyes.

Shocked and angry inside, his face turned red in an instant.

On the one hand, it was because he was actually afraid of the wizard in front of him who was a few years younger than him.

On the other hand, it was because he didn't dare to do anything to Draco.

There would be a price to pay, and he couldn't bear that price, nor could the family behind him.

But he was not willing to give up at this point, he did not want his persistence to be demoted to nothing under Draco's few words.

"Then are you qualified to lead this big ship?"

"Are you qualified to be Head of Slytherin House?"

I'm coming.

Facing Marcus's gritted teeth and questioning, Draco's eyes flashed a smile.

As he expected, his goal has been achieved.

"Don't forget, you are just a third-year wizard, just one of many pure-blood family members, you... Even if your family is noble, you cannot represent all pure-blood families."

After questioning loudly, Marcus panted heavily, and he had already expressed his dissatisfaction.

By this time, he hadn't given up on the idea of ​​bringing down the Mutual Aid Society headed by Draco.

In his heart, he even hoped that those wizards standing behind Draco would not forget the nobility of their blood.

As Slytherins, they should be proud of their noble blood.

But alas, Marcus was disappointed.

"Hahahahahahaha, very funny, very interesting."

Laughing Draco held his stomach, as if he had heard some very funny joke, which made his stomach hurt from laughing.

Marcus stared blankly at Draco who was laughing out loud, and for a moment he froze in place, just watching Draco laugh until he finished.

Draco wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually returned to calm.

"Don't you think you're ridiculous?"

"I've already said that the Slytherins of the new era don't need the maggots of the old era, so guess if the so-called pure blood and the so-called noble birth are also part of those maggots."

"Flint, you are very poor."

Pity, disdain, ridicule.

Let Marcus open his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He was a little dazed and a little overwhelmed.

Obviously...

It is obvious that Draco is also a member of the pure-blood family, and also a member of noble birth, so why...

Why was he able to deny his origin with the most disdainful attitude?
Marcus couldn't figure it out.

"Crack, clap, clap clap"

There was a burst of applause from the gathered Gryffindor students, and then spread to the entire classroom.

They looked at Draco with a color in their eyes that they couldn't even describe.

It stands to reason that at this point, it would be over to debate Marcus to the point of being speechless.

But obviously, Draco didn't intend to give up this opportunity to continue promoting himself.

"You don't think I'm worthy of being the one who leads the big ship of Slytherin to glory, but you never think about whether I'm worthy or not."

"Indeed, there are many pure-blood family members in Slytherin, and even I am only one of them."

"But when did I tell you that I lead them with noble blood."

"The theory of bloodlines is too extreme. In the new era, what Slytherin House needs is openness and tolerance. It will be greater than ever before."

"And you... are absolutely unexpected."

Draco took two steps back and took out his wand.

"Come on, let me see if your capacity can carry your ideas."

"Flint, show me your courage."

When Draco pulled out his wand and challenged Marcus to a duel, everyone in the room dispersed to both sides, leaving a large space for the two of them.

The three of Harry were also among the onlookers, watching this scene with relish.

To be honest, they were also shocked by Draco's idea.

He actually wanted to abandon the supremacy of bloodlines and noble birth in the most ignorant place where bloodlines were most loyal.

Marcus looked at the sneer in Draco's eyes, gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand.

In other aspects, he might not be able to compare with this wizard who is a few years younger than him.

But when it comes to dueling, he felt that Draco, a student who had only studied at Hogwarts for two years and just started his third year, could not compare to him who was about to graduate.

"This is what you asked for."

"You don't regret it, Malfoy."

Marcus drew his wand and stood opposite Draco.

Combat is imminent.

(End of this chapter)