"I really don't know what's worth studying in a Muggle class." Before the first Muggle Studies Class began, Draco Malfoy entered the Muggle Studies classroom on the second floor with his two lackeys, Goyle and Crabbe, looking thoroughly displeased.
Despite being deeply unhappy about it, and even sending an owl to tell his father, Lucius Malfoy, about it, Draco still did not dare skip the class.
Dumbledore's reputation was such that Draco did not even dare call him a senile old fool. Naturally, Shen Fei, Harry, Hermione, and those other Muggle wizards ended up taking the blame.
Ron belonged to the Weasley family. Although that family loved associating with Muggles, they were still pure-bloods.
Though Shen Fei found this so-called sense of superiority over pure-bloods and Muggles utterly ridiculous, a custom that had persisted for a thousand years was not so easily changed.
It was like the so-called caste system and racial discrimination. Even if laws prohibited such things, the actual effect was minimal.
The International Confederation of Wizards had clear regulations forbidding wizards from discriminating against Muggles or using terms such as Mudblood, but in truth, the very word "Muggle" itself was discriminatory.
Come to think of it, the place that discriminated least against the Muggle world was not the West, but the east. Shen Fei found that quite unexpected.
Before the students even arrived at the Muggle Studies classroom, Shen Fei had already come here. Seeing every first-year student who entered wearing an unwilling expression, he could only shake his head and smile helplessly.
It was one thing for Draco and the others to look impatient, but even Hermione and Harry looked annoyed. That truly left him speechless. Among them, the only one whose face showed no displeasure was Neville Longbottom. He alone had obediently opened his Parchment