However, as the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he couldn't just wander around, not to mention the U.S. Ministry of Magic was as arrogant as their Muggles, and such matters couldn't be dealt with by outsiders like Dumbledore.
Even if Dumbledore went, he wouldn't be welcome.
So Dumbledore didn't plan on getting involved in such troubles; let things be as they may, as long as it's not a problem coming from the United Kingdom.
Time flew by quickly, and it was soon next Friday.
Draco truly felt upset; why was it that usually time passed so slowly, but now it was going so fast?
But there was no other way, he had to go to the Magic Potion Class now.
"You can do it, Draco." Crabbe and Gall were encouraging him from the side, while Pansy was massaging Draco's shoulders, trying to help him relax.
Draco was screaming inside, but he had to maintain a calm expression on his face so that no one would suspect his anxiety.
It's just saying that sentence to Professor Snape, what's so hard about that?
As a Slytherin, I'm up for it! A bet is a bet!
Soon, Professor Snape arrived in the classroom.
Upon seeing Pabi standing at the back, Snape's expression turned eerily uncomfortable.
In his life, aside from losing to James Potter, he'd never suffered such a setback from anyone else.
But to be honest, despite his reluctance to admit it, Snape had to acknowledge that this Unicorn was clearly different from that rotten James Potter; Miss Unicorn wasn't a villain.
However, for Snape, the class was incredibly awkward because he couldn't casually deduct points from Gryffindor as he used to.
Not just Gryffindor, he couldn't even deduct points from Slytherin freely.
This frustrated him greatly...
If he couldn't dock points from Gryffindor, the house James Potter belonged to, what was the point of life?
But there was nothing he could do; Pabi, being on the School Board, had the authority to revoke Snape's deductions, a power given to Pabi by both Lucius and Dumbledore, who never missed a chance to stir the pot.
Double endorsement from the headmaster and the School Board Chairman—you tell me how valuable this is.
Ron was anxious, and it wasn't just him; the Gryffindor classmates were all getting restless.
They gestured to Draco whenever Snape wasn't looking, urging him to quickly say the sentence.
However, Draco continued to hesitate, really unwilling to say it.
It's partly because he didn't want to, but mainly because he lacked the courage; he was well aware of the relationship between Professor Snape and his father, and if this escalated to involving parents...
Just as Seamus turned back to wink at Draco, a piece of chalk flew at Seamus' head.
"No talking during class, Mr. Finigan," Snape said coldly, "Gryffindor will lose two points for your behavior."
This time, Pabi didn't oppose the point deduction because Seamus was indeed out of line.
"Shh." Neville gestured to calm him down, whispering, "Don't worry, Malfoy will fulfill the promise."
The class continued, and Draco was absent-minded throughout.
Thankfully, this Magic Potion class was only theoretical, without any practical segment, or else in his current state, Draco would surely ruin the potion.
"Don't make such a sour face, Draco," Pansy whispered, "Don't worry, it's just one sentence."
Draco thought, it's easy for you to say—you're not the one saying it. Look at me.
Ugh...
As the class was coming to an end, Draco finally gathered the courage.
After Snape announced the end of class, Draco dashed to the door, turned around, and shouted loudly.
"Greasy old bat! I want to wash your hair!"
Then he promptly turned around and ran, as if afraid of being caught by Snape right away.
Snape was stunned on the spot, and so was the entire class.
Soon after, everyone fought hard to suppress their laughter, their minds racing through the saddest things imaginable to keep from laughing out loud.
Laughing aloud in front of Professor Snape would likely mean the end of their academic careers (how sad).
Snape was only stunned for a brief moment; then he regained his composure.
"Draco Malfoy!"
He appeared bloodthirsty, as if he'd just crawled out from Hell.
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