Slytherin, on the other hand, reacted quite differently.
Abraxas Malfoy was the heir the Malfoy family had put forward.
Whether he would remain so in the future or not, he was the heir now.
Therefore, quite a few upper-year students gave him face and backed him up.
And when the brawl with Gryffindor broke out,
they had not stepped in, because if upper-years collectively bullied lower-years, the prefects had the authority to use any nonlethal spells to handle the incident.
But now, they stepped forward.
The entire Slytherin House maintained their positions and continued watching.
The upper-year wizards in the crowd casually raised Shield Charms, enveloping the entire Slytherin stands.
The Shield Charm was a spell every Auror had to master. Many adult wizards could not even cast it with ease. In terms of difficulty assessments, once one had mastered the Shield Charm, the foundational magic required of an Auror was no longer a problem.
"Look at those foolish lions huddling together so miserably. It truly brightens the day."
Abraxas Malfoy leaned elegantly against the back of his seat and sneered toward Gryffindor.
"Exactly, exactly! The boss is right!" Alexis Clark, who had an honest-looking face but ferocious eyes, played the part of a bootlicking mudblood.
"You!"
Just as Charlie Weasley flew into a rage and wanted to retort,
a thunderous boom erupted from the pitch, shaking the ground and mountains.
The glare vanished, while clouds of dirt and ash blanketed the entire field.
"What happened?!"
Abraxas Malfoy was knocked to the ground by the sound—or perhaps the tremor.
He struggled back to his feet and snapped in frustration.
Alexis Clark shook his head. He did not know either. He had been busy backing up his boss and had not noticed what was happening on the field.
"Hahaha—" Seeing Abraxas