Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Mudbloods refer to Muggle-born wizards.

There are also some extreme opinions.

It is said that including half-blood wizards, they are also mudbloods.

Anyway.

It is a derogatory term specially invented by pure-blood wizards to refer to Muggle-born wizards.

According to the definition of blood within the wizarding world.

Draco and Neville are both pure-blood wizards.

Hermione and Jack are both Mudbloods.

Honestly.

Jack had no sense of empathy for this word.

He doesn't even consider himself a Chinese.

How is it possible to have a sense of immersion?

But Hermione was different from him.

Although she didn't have a strong sense of empathy, she started crying because of these words.

Jack stopped.

He glanced back at Draco.

Noticing his gaze, Draco smiled.

"What are you looking at? It's you, Mudblood!"

Seeing Draco like this, Jack also smiled.

And laughing out loud.

Everyone at the scene was immediately confused by his actions.

Including Draco.

He looked at Jack blankly.

Jack, who had laughed enough, did not make any unnecessary moves. He just turned around and motioned to Neville: "Let's go back to our carriage."

All the little wizards:? ? ? ? ? ?

This surprised me and made me even more confused.

Even Neville, whose name was called, had to be pushed twice by Jack before he could react.

Seriously be a leader and walk aside.

Jack held Hermione's hand tightly, dragged her, followed Neville, and left together.

Draco was a little confused as he watched them leave.

but……

What about so many?

They're just a bunch of mudbloods anyway.

The guy who didn't dare to resist even after being stepped on by him.

That's it?

And Gryffindor.

A group of garbage.

Draco shook his head and ignored it.

But listening to the compliments of the losers, he became even more proud.

the other side.

Under the leadership of Neville, Jack and the others arrived at a carriage.

There were several little Gryffindor wizards in the carriage.

Seeing Jack and the others come in, they just looked at each other, then turned and left.

It was as if there was a plague on them.

don't want to get close.

Jack's face fell.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a little fat man getting into the carriage.

"Jack, I heard you and Draco had a fight? Are you okay?"

Entering is John, Jack's roommate.

"It's okay." Jack smiled, "Why are you so nosy? You got the news before I even sat down here."

"Haha, food and gossip are the only things you can't live up to."

John winked mischievously.

I saw him looking around, then closing the compartment door, and then lowered his voice and asked, "How are you doing? Do you want to help you deal with those guys later?"

He waved his fist, looking very impressive.

Jack laughed at him.

"No, I can handle it."

After finishing laughing, look at Hermione again.

Hermione blushed, with a shy look on her face.

There was no need to cry anymore.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is a young wizard who has just entered the wizarding world and has not yet fully accepted some concepts in the wizarding world.

She didn't even know how to include words like 'Merlin's beard', 'Merlin's tattered socks', 'Merlin's snot' when speaking.

"How do you want to deal with it?" John continued to ask without any intention of giving up, "Are you going to put laxatives in their food? Or are you going to block the door when they go to class in the morning and make them late?"

Jack's cheeks twitched as he listened.

This little friend of mine seems to like playing pranks.

I don’t know if I have anything in common with the Weasley brothers.

"Or paint turtles on their faces while they sleep? Or tear up their homework so they can't hand it in?" John kept talking.

Hermione laughed out loud.

Jack shook his head helplessly and looked at Neville: "Neville, what did you say?"

"I?"

Neville, who was suddenly called upon, scratched his head.

"I don't know...beat them up?"

Neville gives the classic Gryffindor answer.

"Can't you see?!" John was very surprised. "Have you not been teased by them several times before? Why didn't I see you beating them up?"

John is still very well informed.

Gryffindor and Slytherin don't get along.

Neville's performance in class was not very good.

Therefore, it is often used by Slytherin as a raft to attack Gryffindor.

Too many times.

Even the little wizards of Gryffindor didn't like him very much, stayed away from him, and rejected him.

Neville, who was virtually alone, was teased even more frequently.

Especially Draco's group.

Neville was often teased and teased by them.

But even so.

I have never seen him resist.

just now.

Neville said he was going to beat them up?

Doesn't the sun come out from the west?

"I am me..." Neville tried to explain, "Hermione is different..."

He was stumbling when he spoke, but the general idea was expressed.

It's nothing more than bullying him.

It's nothing for a grown man to feel a little wronged.

But not Hermione.

"Don't force it." Jack reached out and patted Neville on the shoulder, "When you get back to school, you can take Hermione directly back to the Gryffindor common room."

As soon as he said this, before anyone else could say anything, John's eyes lit up.

"Huh? Do you want something big?" His nostrils became a little bigger, and he looked like he was getting excited, "Do you want me to call some more people and let them see how powerful Hufflepuff is?"

Mudblood.

But it is a contemptuous term for all Muggle-born wizards, even half-blood wizards.

Coincidentally.

There are not many other Hufflepuffs, only Muggle-born wizards are the most numerous.

Draco is so crazy and so arrogant.

How could he live up to his attitude?

Jack looked at John strangely.

He had some doubts that this Muggle-born friend didn't come here because he cared about him.

You just want to beat Draco up, right?

Who made him so crazy?

"To be honest, if there are too many people, it will be difficult to start."

Jack sighed a little.

"At least there shouldn't be scenes that are inappropriate for children."

"Ha~~~" John raised his chin proudly, his nostrils almost turned upward, "Who are you looking down on? I can beat him until he is covered in blood without even blinking. Don't look down on others!"

"Oh?" Jack said with a serious face, "You're not afraid of blood, right? If you don't knock out his two front teeth later, then you will be a good little child."

Hearing what Jack said, John's showboating attitude disappeared.

"So, seriously?" He said with a serious face, "If you are sure, I will call someone."

"I never talk empty words." Jack responded seriously.

"Okay, then I'll contact someone."

John smiled.

"A bunch of rubbish who know nothing about today's wizarding world dare to talk nonsense. I'm really tired of living."

John's eyes, narrowed in laughter, emitted a cold light.

"It's time to tell them who has the final say at Hogwarts!"