This Hogwarts isn't normal.

At first, Percy didn't think this duel would go smoothly.

But Marcus, Slytherin's prefect, appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

"Get out of the way, Flint!"

The tall and muscular Marcus stood in front of him, "Weasley, why should I listen to you!"

Both are prefects and have equal power.

Percy can crush his opponent in studies,

But he was severely crushed in terms of body shape.

Students engaging in wizard duels in the auditorium?

Just as he looked over, Vincent's wand had been raised.

"Expelliarmus—"

Although he is not very skilled, he has seen it with his own eyes enough times.

Draco staggered back two steps, and the wand in his hand flew forward.

"I win, Malfoy."

Suddenly, the auditorium was bustling with activity.

Vincent, who was born as a Muggle, defeated the noble Draco in an instant.

But if you throw away your background,

The results are of course obvious.

Two people with completely opposite personalities, temperaments, ways of dealing with people, and attitudes towards learning.

It seems that the ending has already been decided.

It was hard for Draco to admit that he had lost,

Still lost in full view of the public.

He clenched his fists in anger and rushed forward.

He doesn't need to calm down now;

He just wants to get his place back.

However, with a look of contempt in his eyes, Vincent easily held down the powerful-looking fist with his right hand holding the opponent's wand.

Listening to the unceasing booing around him, Draco made a very irrational move.

"Let go of your dirty hands, you stinking mudblood!"

"Fake!" Alfred, who was eating melon obediently, stood up angrily.

Like him there are Ron and the twins.

"What does this mean?" Hermione looked at James questioningly.

He was also confused even though he was of mixed-race origin.

Vincent didn't know what it meant, but he also knew it wouldn't be a good word.

"Get out of here, Flint!" Percy pushed Marcus hard, "Don't you dare try to stop me again!"

Even Percy, who excels in studies and only wants to climb up, is like this. The word "Mudblood" is definitely insulting.

Seeing the Gryffindor people rushing over, a small number of Slytherin people stood in front of them.

"Damn it, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

Fred and George each held a big dung egg and threw it towards the people blocking the way.

Alfred pinched his nose and walked around,

An elbow hit Marcus in the back who was hugging Percy.

"Damn bad guy, you will definitely be expelled from the school,

Malfoy! "

Marcus, who was in pain, brought up Percy and bumped him over.

Alfred fell to the ground after being hit in the chest.

He sat up and shook his head,

He ran over again with Neville.

The nearest Hufflepuff student,

Almost all followed Cedric and Rove, crowding around Draco who was still trying to free his fist.

Vincent thought he was here to break up the fight, so he let go of his right hand.

He threw the wand to Draco, who had just stood up, "It turns out that blood does not represent a person's magical ability."

"Wayne——" Roof hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a curse word?"

Cedric resisted the urge to go over and slap Draco, and explained the meaning behind the word.

"This is an extremely rude name. After the split-"

"Cedric, stop talking!"

Vincent was a little surprised that Rolf, who had always been easy-going, became so angry just because of a title.

If mudblood is broken down, if blood refers to Muggle-born blood, then mud refers to soil, which can be understood as lowly.

The term "Mudblood" is probably a scornful term used by wizards for Muggle-born people.

The sudden uneasiness on Draco's face also proved that this title should be a forbidden word in the wizarding world that could not be spoken easily.

"That's it?" Vincent had heard many names more lethal than this in his previous life.

"The person who coined this term must be really capable and not use such an insulting way to set himself off."

If you can't beat him, you'll scold him, just like a little loser.

Where is the truth?

The truth lies within cannon range.

Vincent was not angry, and even felt very honored from the bottom of his heart.

Neither Cedric nor Rove expected that his mentality would be so good.

But when they think about it carefully, they think it is a matter of course.

"Eat my kick, you stinky horse manure!"

Ron jumped up high and kicked Draco on the lower back.

As soon as her fair and tender face touched the marble floor, the door of the auditorium was opened from the outside.

As soon as Snape, who exuded a cold aura, showed his face, the entire auditorium fell silent.

"Stinky horse manure! How dare you say that word!"

Only Ron was still riding on top of Draco and waving his fists.

"stop!"

McGonagall behind Snape shouted, and Ron let go of Draco, who was about to turn into a pig's head.

"Mr. Weasley, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"Professor, Malfoy said that word."

"What word?" Quirrell, who had a sense of presence, took a moment to stand next to Snape who was blocking the door.

"That's the word." Ron didn't dare to say it, just staring at Vincent.

It wasn't long after being framed that such a thing happened.

And it seems that this scene was caused by the culprit.

Quirrell was very proud.

Looking at Snape who walked forward, the disgust in his eyes was about to solidify into a solid.

He was looking forward to this group of Dumbledore's people fighting each other, preferably until the end of the school year.

However,

However, after pulling Ron away, Snape grabbed Draco's collar very roughly.

"Professor, I-"

"Shut up!"

Draco was very aggrieved by being yelled at.

After all, the word mudblood is a taboo, and he thinks it should be a show for everyone to see.

Snape glanced at Vincent before turning around.

These eyes are very complicated, containing many indescribable emotions.

He dragged Draco away step by step, as if he didn't care about the cause of the incident.

"Go back."

McGonagall spoke, how dare the students disobey.

Quirrell looked very unhappy.

If he were to handle it, at least one person would be expelled.

Voldemort talks about mudbloods every day, what's the big deal.

"Mr. Wayne, please come with me."

McGonagall's face was gloomy, but the pain in her eyes was hard to hide.

Vincent followed her and looked at Quirrell in pretended surprise.

He seemed to be surprised that the other party was still in school.

"Damn little mudblood--"

Voldemort cursed again.

"Master, Wayne is very calm, as if he doesn't know the meaning of this word."

"That's why I say you are a waste, Quirinus--"

Quirrel stared at Vincent's back as he walked away.

"My master, this little mudblood will never be an obstacle to you."

"It's better this way."

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