The Weasley family was so poor that calling them destitute would not be an exaggeration, yet they were still one of the Twenty-Eight Pure-blood Families. Who would dare look down on them?
For no other reason than their ability to have children.
Once Ginny came of age and the other few got married, this family would have a full twenty wizards.
Who could withstand that?
You expect Malfoy, with his nine generations of only children, to stand against them? Even if you lent him three times the courage, he still wouldn't dare!
Choosing Hufflepuff back then really was the best decision! Wayne raised his juice-filled cup high and shouted,
"Make Hufflepuff Great Again!"
The little badgers were fired up too. They raised their cups and followed him, shouting, "Make Hufflepuff Great Again!"
Late that night, Wayne lay in bed.
While Hufflepuff was celebrating, Wayne hadn't forgotten to tell Hermione and Cho that he was fine.
When he went to the Gryffindor common room, he almost didn't make it back.
The little lions had gone completely wild. As long as you beat up Slytherin, you were their best friend.
Harry also knew that Wayne had caused such a huge commotion to help him, and he was deeply moved.
He even arranged to go with Wayne to Hagrid's Hut the next day. In truth, that wasn't really the reason.
On one hand, he had indeed wanted to help Hermione. On the other, Wayne had wanted to teach those Slytherins a lesson for a long time.
That group of jealous pure-bloods thought he didn't know how many nasty things they said about him behind his back?
Unable to compete with him in talent, they used so-called bloodline to slander him, gossiping behind his back like a bunch of old biddies.
Did they really