Draco felt no pressure at all under the glares of a group of Little Lions.
Vincent was not here, so whatever he said went.
Even if Harry's gaze stung him, the third Dark Lord who would elevate the Malfoy Family to even greater heights in the future could not be led astray by others.
"Buckteeth, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Hermione grabbed the broom and threw it at him. "If you say you don't understand, then give it a try."
"Do you take me for an idiot?" Draco caught it and threw it back.
With a smack, the broom struck Hermione on the forehead.
"Malfoy!" Neville had barely run two steps before he fell onto the grass and rolled.
"Get off me, Longbottom!"
Draco, whom he had dragged down with him, happened to end up underneath him.
"You actually dared to hit a girl!"
Though there had been a small mishap along the way, Neville quickly sat up by relying on his size advantage.
At that moment, the late-arriving Crabbe and Goyle each grabbed one of Neville's arms.
"Fuck, you don't play by the rules!" James, who had not planned to fight, charged over.
"Despicable! Three against one!"
Before Alfred went over, he even took off his school robe.
Not only were the impulsive Little Lions ready to fight, even the Little Snakes were rubbing their fists in anticipation.
"Calm down, James." Harry, who was holding his arm, suddenly took a hard kick to the stomach.
"Get lost! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"
Draco, who was kicking both legs, had not yet realized who he had just kicked.
Seeing his good friend Harry lying on the grass, Ron pounced over without a word.
"Damn Weasley! Get your stinking foot off me!"
"Eat shit, Malfoy!"
After Neville