Compared to the slightly livelier atmosphere in Gryffindor, Slytherin was so quiet that no one even dared to breathe.
Draco's face was red from holding his breath, as though he were about to suffocate. He viciously glared at the redhead and the scarhead looking over at him.
Damn it!
He used to have privileges everywhere he went, yet now he had been pushed around so badly that he could not even get angry.
His father had been kicked off the board of governors, and his own Head of House had been suspended.
He could not stay at Hogwarts any longer.
Transfer schools. He had to transfer immediately!
After two consecutive Potions Classes, he rushed back to the dormitory to write a letter.
The reply arrived early the next morning.
Not only did his father, whom he had always looked up to, object, but even his mother, who had always spoiled him, objected as well.
Why?
Because the damned Greengrass Family had connections in Germany, and the cursed Rosier Family had connections in France too.
If he could not transfer to the other two schools in Europe, there was still Koldovstoretz, which was close to Eastern Europe.
By Saturday, Draco had completely despaired.
The letter contained only one simple word: "No!"
Just endure it. The exams would begin next Friday anyway.
His Head of House would definitely return to his post in the new school year.
Sunday was the final of the Gwent campus tournament, and the doors of the Black Swan Club stood half-open.
The noisy racket outside only made him more irritated.
"Weasley is shameless!" Marcus said with a look of contempt. "What kind of vice president personally enters the competition?"
Blaise Zabini gave a strange laugh. "Ha—hasn't his family gone crazy from poverty?
"I heard he had always