Chapter 557 Malfoy’s Transformation
[Representatives from various magic schools will arrive at 10pm on Friday, October 30th, and afternoon classes will end half an hour earlier…]

A huge notice was posted in the foyer, visible to everyone coming in and out, and the students who wanted to participate in the league became anxious.

“There’s only one week left!” said Max Belby from Ravenclaw anxiously, “But I haven’t mastered the Stunning Spell yet… It would be great if the Spells Study Club had activities every day.”

“Are you also going to join the league?” His friend Ford said with a smile, “Do you think you can be selected as a warrior? The really great people are teaching you!”

He raised his chin to signal, and Belby turned around and saw Wade and a few friends walking towards him from the greenhouse.

Belby looked at his friend and said seriously, “Who knows what the criteria are for selecting warriors? Considering the danger of the competition, I think age will be a threshold, and the school will give priority to adults to participate in the competition.”

Ford nodded seriously. “Indeed…if a minor dies in the competition, the Ministry of Magic will have a hard time explaining it.”

Belby didn’t hear the teasing in his tone and continued, “And we don’t know what items we’re going to compete in, right? We’ve tested solving puzzles, finding objects, identifying traps, memory, judgment, and command ability before… Even if Gray is excellent, he can’t be better than others in every aspect. We may have a chance.”

“Well… so you’re not completely without a chance…” Ford scratched his head and said, “Then I wish you good luck.”

Nowadays, there are not many students like Belby who firmly believe that they have obvious advantages in certain aspects and still hope to become Hogwarts warriors.

Many students still talk about the league every day, but they have changed their mindset to just watching the fun.

After nearly two months of study and training, most students, like Ford, have actually realized the gap between themselves and some people and have given up the fantasy of being selected as warriors.

However, the number of people attending the spell study session did not decrease, but instead increased.

During the twice-weekly tutoring sessions, students feel that the previously obscure concepts have become clearer, and success after success has accumulated into self-confidence and satisfaction. That deep sense of accomplishment is so joyful that it is more addictive than games.

Intelligent creatures instinctively desire to become stronger, desire to control more power, and also hope that their efforts will have visible rewards.

However, in most cases, learning is too difficult for most people, and not seeing any progress for a long time is a painful torture, so they gradually give up, pretend that they don’t care, and then are captured by some low-level pleasure.

In spell study sessions, students often experience the feeling of breaking through bottlenecks and gaining sudden enlightenment. It’s as if they have entered a state of lightness and fullness, and they even want to immerse themselves in it all the time.

Therefore, some students who originally had no intention of joining later quietly entered the activity room on time.

Among them are many Slytherins, such as Draco Malfoy.

When Harry saw his “archenemy” appear in the activity room, his eyes widened. Ron, Dean, Seamus and other Gryffindors even had mocking expressions on their faces, wanting to go over and ridicule him.

But Hermione stopped them sternly.

“Have you forgotten the rules of the Charms Study Club?” The brown-haired girl crossed her arms and said, “There is no distinction between grades or colleges here. Everyone is treated equally. Anyone can come!”

“Hey, Hermione, who do you think we are for?” Ron shouted in dissatisfaction, “Have you forgotten how that guy scolded you… and us?”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten!” Hermione said without question, “So I stopped you, not for him, but for you! Do you want to break the rules and be kicked out of the Charms Study Club?”

Ron and others: “…”

They looked back at the podium and saw Wade watching them quietly. There was no sign of condoning them to cause trouble for Malfoy. Dean muttered softly, “Ravenclaw really is… it’s only natural for a friend to stand up for him, right?”

Ron didn’t say it, but he thought so in his heart – sometimes the rules have to be flexible.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, stared at Dean, and said seriously: “Malfoy bullies others, we all know he is mean and superficial. If it were us who bullied others, do you think this behavior is right?”

Dean: “…” Isn’t that right? That’s Malfoy!
“Okay, there will be plenty of opportunities to beat up Malfoy later, but don’t make trouble here.” Harry came over and pushed Ron and others aside, saying, “Don’t forget what we are here for.”

Malfoy stood in the corner with a pale face, looking ahead expressionlessly, as if he had no idea that the Gryffindors had just had an argument because of him just a few meters away.

His once arrogant face was now terribly haggard, with dark shadows under his eyes, and it was obvious at a glance that he was in extremely poor condition.

When the tutoring session started, Wade didn’t treat him specially. He didn’t target him, nor did he take care of him. He treated him normally, as if he was just an ordinary passerby.

Before coming to the activity room, Malfoy had prepared for a fight and had anticipated being ridiculed by Wade, Harry and the others. He gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that he could endure it.

But after Wade gave him a few instructions and walked past him, he realized that what was truly unbearable was not the disgust and hostility, but the fact that he seemed to be ignored by everyone.

The bell rang at nine o’clock, and Wade clapped his hands, announcing the end of today’s spell study session.

Upon hearing this, Malfoy was the first to open the door and rush out. He walked quickly to the bathroom, closed the door and leaned against the wall, trying to get rid of the oppressive discomfort in his chest.

After a long while, he came out of the cubicle, supported himself on the washbasin with both hands, and stared at himself in the mirror.

“Ha, did you see what he looks like?” A boy laughed loudly, “If his father wasn’t rich, who would take him seriously?”

“Lucius Malfoy hasn’t been found yet?” asked another classmate.

“No, my uncle works at the Ministry of Magic. He said that Mrs. Malfoy has checked with many people and has no clues! In my opinion, he must be dead!”

“Then Draco will also inherit a lot, right?”

“What’s the point of just inheriting the estate? Does he have the ability to keep it?”

“I heard that the Ministry of Magic intends to investigate the connection between Lucius Malfoy and the camp attack case.” Someone said gruffly, “If it is confirmed that he is involved, their family vault may be seized.”

“Then our ‘Master Malfoy’ will have nothing…hahaha…”

As the malicious laughter of the crowd echoed down the corridor and gradually faded away, Malfoy felt his stomach twist, his throat tighten, and a chill seep into his bones.

He could tell that the people who were talking… were not his enemies in Gryffindor, but Slytherins.

But he didn’t even have the courage to rush out of the bathroom, confront them face to face, and expose those guys’ hypocrisy and disgustingness.

At this moment, he realized very clearly that he was no longer the “Master Malfoy” who hid under his father’s wings and could do whatever he wanted.

(End of this chapter)