True Overthrow of Slytherin

Bing Huan didn't make a move. He chose to suppress his anger and leave with Hermione first. The two arrived at Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid, with a displeased expression, saw Lockhart off. Upon seeing Hermione's red eyes, he quickly ushered them inside. "What happened, dear?"

Bing Huan said, "We had an argument with Slytherin on the Quidditch pitch just now. Marcus called Hermione a... a..."

"Mudblood," Hermione said with a choked sob. Hagrid's mouth fell open in shock at the vicious words. "Dirty and low-born blood. Like people whose parents aren't wizards, Muggle-borns."

"This is ridiculous!" Ron and Harry also arrived.

"That's why this young master wants to replace those ridiculous people!" Draco kicked the sofa angrily (it hurt a little).

Bing Huan stepped forward and hugged Hermione, pressing his forehead to hers. "Nonsense, Min. Is there any spell in this world you can't learn?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Of all those so-called pure-bloods, has one surpassed you?"

Shook her head.

"My family only has me who can do magic. Do you think I'm dirty?"

"Of course not," Hermione looked up, her eyes serious as she looked at Bing Huan. "You're the best in the world."

"Then so are you."

Hagrid also comforted her, "That's right, Hermione. Although those people always boast about the nobility of pure blood, the vast majority of wizards in the world are half-bloods. Even among the so-called 28 Sacred Families, there are very few true pure-bloods.

Don't forget, our Hermione is first in her year, and I believe she will continue to be. Don't let this matter bother you for even a minute."

After staying a while longer, the group returned to the common room. Bing Huan told Hermione to rest well today. Hermione worried that everyone would lose points because of her, but the other members indicated they didn't care at all.

Angelina and the others were comforting Hermione over there, while Fred and George were acting silly to try and make Hermione laugh. Bing Huan asked the girls to accompany Hermione in the dormitory and talk with her.

Fifteen minutes later, Bing Huan stood in front of the Slytherin common room entrance, with a large crowd following behind him. Bing Huan sighed, "This is my business, why did you all follow me?"

The Twins, one on each side, slung their arms around Bing Huan's neck. "Brother, how could you not call us when you're going to fight a brawl?"

"Exactly."

Harry said, "Hermione is your girlfriend, but she's also our friend."

Ron nodded. "That's right, we have to make Marcus pay."

Bing Huan looked at Draco, who was fidgeting his leg nearby. "And you? Are you not planning on staying in Slytherin?"

Draco said with a serious expression, "Without this young master, could you even get in? Besides, I'm just going back to the dormitory. If so many of you make a scene later, it will be very chaotic. Then it would be understandable if this young master accidentally kicked the wrong person~"

"Cho went to comfort Hermione too, and Professor Snape just went to the Headmaster's Office and won't be back for a while."

"I also have to settle the score with Marcus for disturbing our training."

"Tsk," Bing Huan smiled. "You're not afraid of losing points, huh? Fine."

Everyone else also started to laugh. "If it's for this, we don't care about losing all the points!" It was as if they were going to receive an award rather than fight.

"However, there's one thing I need to correct you on, Draco." Bing Huan spread his legs apart, assuming a horse stance.

"What?"

"I don't plan on using your password to get in today." With that, he delivered an Iron Mountain Lean to the wall.

The Slytherin players inside the common room were resting when suddenly a loud noise came from the wall. Looking over, they saw Bing Huan leaning against the hole that had been smashed open, with a cart full of people outside.

"Found~ you~"

"What do you guys want?!"

"Guess~ ah, brothers, charge!"

The Slytherin common room immediately descended into chaos, mainly thanks to the various gadgets developed by the Weasley brothers. One corner exploded, another flew up.

It was Harry and Ron's first fight. They accidentally took a few hits, but the two proved themselves to be thorough brutes. After adapting, their wild punches were delivered with great force, not even sparing their own allies.

Draco moved around the edge of the battlefield, shouting in feigned panic, "Help! They've broken in!" while "accidentally" kicking back Slytherin students who tried to climb out. Bing Huan, Wood, and Draco Malfoy became the core of the entire battle.

When the professors arrived, the Slytherin common room had been renovated to look like a shell of a building. The few of them sat on the remaining sofa, blowing on their masks, with the "corpses" of Slytherin students and a "trembling" Draco beside them.

Professor McGonagall, for the first time, wanted to scold them but couldn't find the words. She couldn't organize her language. This was unprecedented in Hogwarts' thousand-year history – her students had turned the Slytherin common room into a bare shell?!

As the matter was serious, the professors could only leave the decision to the school governors. Outside the Headmaster's Office, several professors heard the story. Although they still criticized the students' violent behavior, they clearly didn't want their students to be such disgusting individuals.

Professor Snape's face turned black when he heard those three words. They were the words he hated the most, the greatest insult to Lily! Bing Huan suspected that he wanted to cast Sectumsempra on Marcus.

Not long after, good news came from the school governors' meeting in the Headmaster's Office. As expected, never underestimate certain strange behaviors of adults.

Earlier, they had found it strange that Lucius, as the head of the Malfoy family, no matter how much he wanted to resolve the matter peacefully, would not allow a student to extort so many 2001s. However, in this school governors' meeting, Lucius and Dumbledore cooperated, directly leading the matter to the Malfoy family being extorted, and Lucius wanting revenge.

The few of them immediately became lackeys doing work for the Malfoy family, and Lucius himself gained a veil of influence that extended to Gryffindor. As for the punishment, it was reduced from expulsion to repeating the year, then to point deduction, and finally to detention.

Harry's detention involved helping Lockhart reply to his fans, which was reportedly requested by Lockhart himself, to save his future colleague in terms of publicity.

Harry and Ron both felt they were the most miserable. One feared Lockhart's mental attacks, while the other didn't want to sweat with Filch. Bing Huan was assigned to sweep the top floor. The others teamed up with Hagrid for patrol. They all felt this was the best outcome, though the Twins were among the quite happy ones.

After dinner, Bing Huan went to the top floor without even picking up his broom. They said no magic, but didn't say no spells. In less than a minute, he went to count stars with Hermione. Harry and Ron, with expressions of heroic sacrifice, went to find Lockhart and Filch.

"Harry~ Harry~ Harry~ Can you think of a better way to spend detention than helping me reply to my fans?" Lockhart sat in his seat, signing photos with his usual confident smile.

"Can't get any worse," Harry said with a fake smile, humoring Lockhart. As everyone knew, Harry's nearsightedness was coupled with an extraordinary perception. Lockhart's face was ruddy, but his hands trembled slightly.

Adding to that, Lockhart hadn't stopped talking since they arrived, indicating he wasn't tired. Harry didn't think he was just excited to be alone with him, either. It felt more like the sensation he'd had running back to the dorms after first encountering the Three-Headed Dog last year.

The feeling of doing something bad behind everyone else's back~

"Come... come here... let me tear you apart... kill you!"

Harry:?!

Lockhart looked at Harry, who kept turning his head as if searching for something. "Don't worry, Harry, Hogwarts is safe. No crazy fans will target you. Hahahahaha~"

"Didn't you hear it? That sound!" Harry sounded a bit nervous.

"What sound?" Lockhart looked at Harry in surprise. "You must be tired, Harry. Good heavens, we've been here for four hours. Go back and get some rest."

It was October, and the weather in England was gradually becoming damp and cold. Even Lockhart, an adult Wizard, seemed a bit listless, except when someone was in front of him. Thanks to occasionally mooching meals from Bing Huan, the Gryffindor players' physiques had improved somewhat.

Now, Wood was training them even on rainy days. Harry was covered in mud. When he returned, he ran into Filch, who had been cleaning all day. Fortunately, Nearly Headless Nick from Gryffindor intervened. On this day, he had originally intended to help Nick prove to Patrick that he was scary.

However, Lockhart once again kept Harry behind to help him reply to letters. He could only ask Ron to inform Nick and help him prove it. Harry sighed. At least it wasn't without benefits; Lockhart awarded Gryffindor ten points for Harry's helpfulness.

Of course, what was more concerning was the roaring sound he had heard there earlier. Although he hadn't heard it at all in the following days, Harry was convinced he hadn't hallucinated, and that guy would definitely appear again. His intuition in this regard had always been accurate.

When the Savior felt danger, it was highly likely someone was in for it—Harry "Death Note Elementary School Student" Kogoro "Potter.