Harriet's expression instantly turned strange, and she quietly took a step back.
Honestly, Draco looking like this hurt him a hundred times worse than any trash talk he had ever spewed or any stupid thing he had ever done...
And it was purely psychological damage.
Hermione, on the other hand, was somewhat at a loss. If Draco had come to spew trash talk, she would have drawn her wand long ago. But the old bastard had come to ask someone to be his dance partner, and that left her completely confused... They said you didn't hit a smiling face... Damn it! Smiling faces needed to be hit too!
Just as Hermione was about to pull out her wand, Neville and Ron, who had caught wind of it in the corridor outside the classroom, were already striding over aggressively with their wands in hand.
The three of them were each faster than the last, but someone was even faster. His spell bypassed everyone and blasted straight toward Draco's chest.
The spell struck his chest. The next instant, an odd force seized him and sent him flying out the window. With a crash, he shattered the glass and shot straight toward the Black Lake like a guided rocket.
Harriet turned back in confusion and saw Snape lowering his wand. There was no expression on his calm face. His gaze flickered toward her before drifting somewhere else—anywhere but her eyes—as he asked, "You weren't frightened, were you?"
Harriet shook her head. "No... Thank you." Then she grabbed Hermione and the other two friends and fled the corridor as if they were running for their lives.
Sitting beside the Black Lake, Kayson felt the fishing rod in his hand, which glowed with purple light, dip downward. Then he gave it a fierce yank.
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