Yes, Draco chickened out; he did not shout that word in class.
After class, Ron cornered Draco in the hall.
"You broke your promise, Malfoy!" Ron said with arms crossed.
Draco slumped in the chair, holding his head, saying, "Yeah, yeah, Weasley, because it's not you who has to shout that word at Professor Snape!"
"Ha, what does that have to do with me?" Ron shrugged. "I only know that you broke your promise, it's that simple—Flint, Flint."
Ron loudly called Slytherin Quidditch Captain's name.
Marcus came over, and Ron quickly recounted how Draco chickened out without embellishment.
After hearing what Ron said, Marcus looked at Draco with a grim expression.
"Malfoy, you should know what the consequences of breaking a promise are, right?" he said coldly. "Slytherin students keep their bets, honor is our motto—do you want to lose honor?"
When you had your hand broken during Quidditch, I didn't see you have any honor that you claim.
But obviously, such words will not be said in this situation. After all, Ron still hopes Marcus will help him press Draco to fulfill the promise.
"What's going on?" Miss Farley also joined in, "What are you guys talking about? Flint?"
"Malfoy broke his promise and didn't fulfill the wager with Gryffindor." Marcus said in displeasure, "This shames our entire house of Slytherin!"
"That's indeed something that shouldn't befall Slytherin People, Malfoy." Miss Farley said sternly, "I think you should recognize your responsibility and fulfill your promise!"
"I didn't!" Draco shouted, "I just forgot, forgot..."
"You better be, Malfoy." Flint said, with a stern face, "I was thinking of inducting you into the Quidditch Team once you fulfill the promise—you know, we've always been short of a qualified Seeker."
"Really?" Draco's eyes brightened up again, "As long as I fulfill the promise, you'll induct me into the team as Seeker?"
"I wouldn't deceive you, Malfoy." Flint finished speaking and went back to his seat.
"You should understand what you need to do, Mr. Malfoy."
Miss Farley finished speaking and smiled at Harry, "Mr. Potter, could you come with me for a moment? I have something to ask you."
"Sure." Harry stood up and said to Ron, "You wait here for a bit, I'll go talk to Miss Farley."
"Okay." Ron finished speaking and sat behind Draco, intending to interrogate him.
After leaving the hall, Harry followed Miss Farley to a corner.
"Mr. Potter, I remember you have a good relationship with Grindelwald?" she asked tentatively, "I know, you're like siblings..."
"We're closer than siblings." Harry replied.
Miss Farley nodded and said to him, "Do you know where Miss Grindelwald has been lately? She only attends the courses she's interested in; like Magic Spell and Herbology, she hardly attends... Can you remind her to develop a balanced approach?"
"She doesn't need to study those courses, Miss Farley." Harry sighed and continued, "If it wasn't for Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape being strict, she wouldn't even want to attend those courses—especially Professor Snape's Magic Potion Class."
"Alright." Miss Farley said not without worry, "I know she's interested in Muggle's things, but I'm really worried she might be overlooking something, because magic is what wizards should be learning."
"Perhaps." Harry replied ambiguously, he doesn't believe wizards should only learn magic, Muggle's world should also be understood, otherwise, aren't they just arrogant blind people?
"But I do look forward to Miss Grindelwald's performance in Muggle Studies Class at the end of the term." Miss Farley said with a smile, "To my knowledge, very few people can get an O in Muggle Studies; I think Miss Grindelwald will certainly excel in that class."
After talking about Vivi, Miss Farley returned to the hall with Harry.
Harry noticed that Pabi was also in the hall, being cheered at by a group of students.
"Miss Pabi is our queen! She doesn't care about the old bat! Miss Pabi is our queen; Miss Pabi is the best! The old bat won't faze her! Hogwarts sings in unison—Miss Pabi is our queen!"
No one knows who came up with the jingle, anyway, Pabi really liked this feeling, hopping and bouncing in the middle, even dancing along with several other female classmates.
"Harry, I like this feeling so much." She said, smiling broadly, "Want to dance with me, want to dance with me? Harry~ Harry~"
Seeing Miss Pabi so close to Harry, everyone felt a bit envious.
But there's no helping it, for who is Harry but the one who saved Miss Pabi from You-Know-Who?
Even envious, they need to endure it!
Jealous?
If you're jealous, then go challenge You-Know-Who!
Seeing Pabi so popular, Harry was quite happy too.
Now Pabi is trapped in the form of a Unicorn, even her favorite delicacies have become a luxury; being able to joyfully play with everyone now is also comforting to her heart.
"Tomorrow is Quidditch training, Harry." Wood's voice sounded behind Harry, "Boys—"