No one knew where he had gotten the news, but Malfoy found out that Ted, Ron, and the others would be staying at school.
Before a Potions Class shared by all four houses, the bastard started running his mouth in the corridor.
With a smug grin, he said to his lackey Goyle, "I really feel sorry for those people..."
He pretended to sniffle and wipe his eyes. "They have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because their families don't want them anymore~"
With that smug, sarcastic look on his face, he looked exactly like a brat who had never been properly beaten by society.
Ted glanced at him. "Yeah! For example, our young Master Malfoy can go home, throw himself into his mother's arms, and cry as he tells her about being beaten black-and-blue at school. And about how he chickened out of the duel and disgraced Slytherin. Maybe his mother will give him a pacifier to comfort him!"
"HAHAHA!" Ron, Jerry, and the others broke into wildly exaggerated laughter, jumping up and slapping their thighs as they humiliated Malfoy.
Poor Malfoy had come looking for a sense of superiority, yet he cared deeply about what others thought of him. This completely broke him!
He charged straight at Ron, and another fistfight erupted in the corridor.
Sadly for them, they were outnumbered. In the end, Malfoy fled with one black eye, supported by his two lackeys.
Jerry rubbed the foot he had hurt from kicking, while Ron touched the corner of his mouth, which was swollen from a punch, looking as though a great grudge had finally been avenged. Harriett stood with her hands on her hips and laughed proudly, while Neville grinned widely. Only Hermione wore a helpless expression that said, "You childish lot are giving me a headache."