Gemma took Harry's hand and used it to pull herself to her feet.
"Will they really obediently listen to you?" Harry let go of Gemma, slipped his hands into his pockets, and asked leisurely, "I mean, you lost to a first year student. Won't that make you lose face in your House?"
Gemma gave him a smile.
"If it's The Savior, then no. After all, he even defeated The Dark Lord."
With that, she turned her head.
"All right, Parkinson, Flint." Her voice brooked no objection. "Go apologize to Miss Granger!"
Pansy and Marcus reluctantly got to their feet, looking pleadingly at Gemma, but Gemma remained unmoved.
To Harry's surprise, the two who had been ordered by Gemma really did obediently walk up to Hermione, bow, and apologize.
Their tone and attitude were so sincere that Harry wondered whether they had been replaced by someone else.
Draco stood behind them, a flash of disappointment crossing his face.
"Not all Slytherins are Grass bags," Harry said softly to Gemma. "At least there's an opponent worthy of respect like you, Miss Farley."
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Potter." Gemma curtsied.
The duel was over, and the agreement had been honored. That meant this farce had come to an end as well.
The classmates who had witnessed the splendid duel gradually left, still excitedly discussing what had just happened.
Many found it surprising that Slytherin would lower its head and admit fault. Others thought it was some scheme by the evil Farley—that she must be secretly plotting something bad, intending to take revenge on The Savior Potter.
How could Slytherin possibly admit defeat so obediently? That was everyone's shared thought.
On the way back.
"They must be plotting something bad," Ron said quietly. "That's just how Slytherin is. Only this Miss Farley...