"Mudblood... what does that mean?"
In the corridor, the three Young Wizards cast three fleeting shadows in the light of the burning torches.
Beyond the glass windows, the pale pink and indigo sky was shrouded in a thin mist. Whenever the sunset clouds rose, the birds outside always sang especially loudly.
"I don't know."
Justin answered honestly.
Hermione gave him a helpless look.
"I wasn't asking you. Sean, do you know?"
"It's a highly discriminatory term the Magical World uses for Muggle-born wizards," Sean said.
"How discriminatory?"
Justin suddenly asked.
"It doesn't get any worse than that," Sean added.
"I get it, Sean."
Justin paused abruptly, then suddenly turned around.
Sean heard him muttering, "Going to Eton College next year wouldn't be bad either. Mother would definitely be proud of me."
Then Sean and Hermione silently grabbed him and pulled him back.
"You don't need to go anymore," Sean said softly.
His words had always been effective. Justin immediately stopped and asked thoughtfully,
"Because of Professor Snape?"
Perhaps because they had mentioned Professor Snape, his voice had grown quieter.
"Mm."
For those Slytherins who had violated every rule Professor Snape considered inviolable, Sean could hardly imagine the near-mad fury Professor Snape would unleash.
So he quickly dragged Hermione and Justin away.
After all, compared with the squabbles among the six Young Wizards, Professor Snape's private handling of the matter was clearly far more terrifying.
Hogwarts had rules, but if something was never recorded, those rules became meaningless.
If they stayed at the scene, they would not only interfere with Professor Snape's work but would also be held accountable afterward.
But if they left, a certain Potions Master could forcibly turn the matter into an internal affair of Slytherin House.
Torrential rain poured outside the windows. The sky had turned