Harry 'Death God Elementary School Student' Kogoro Potter: The Real Deal-Taking Down Slytherin

Bing Huan didn't make a move. He chose to suppress his anger and get Hermione out of there immediately. The two of them went to Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid had just seen Lockhart off, looking rather unhappy. When he saw Hermione's tearful eyes, he quickly ushered them inside. "What happened, dear?"

Bing Huan said, "We got into an argument with Slytherin on the Quidditch Pitch. Marcus called Hermione... called her..."

"Mudblood," Hermione said, her voice choked with tears. Hagrid was so shocked by the cruel insult that his mouth fell open. "A filthy, low-bred person. Someone like me, whose parents couldn't do magic—someone born to Muggles."

"That's ridiculous!" Ron and Harry had arrived, too.

"That's why I'm going to replace those ridiculous idiots!" Draco angrily kicked the sofa. (It hurt a little.)

Bing Huan stepped forward and hugged Hermione, pressing his forehead against hers. "That's all nonsense, Hermione. Is there any spell in this world you can't learn?"

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Hermione shook her head.

"Have any of those so-called Pure-bloods surpassed you?"

She shook her head.

"I'm the only one in my family who can do magic, too. Do you think I'm filthy?"

"Of course not." Hermione lifted her head and looked at Bing Huan earnestly. "You're the best person in the world."

"Then so are you."

Hagrid comforted her, too. "That's right, Hermione. Those people are always going on about the nobility of Pure-bloods, but most wizards in the world are Half-bloods. Even among the so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight, there aren't many who are truly Pure-bloods.

"Don't forget, our Hermione is top of the year, and I'm sure she'll stay that way. Don't give this sort of thing another thought—not even for a minute."

After staying a little longer, they returned to the common room. Bing Huan told Hermione to take it easy for the rest of the day. Hermione worried that everyone would blame her for losing them points, but the others said they didn't care at all.

Angelina and the others went over to comfort Hermione. Fred and George tried to make her laugh with their antics, while Bing Huan asked the girls to go to the dormitory and keep her company.

Fifteen minutes later, Bing Huan stood outside the Slytherin Common Room, with a whole crowd behind him. He sighed. "This is my business. Why did you all come along?"

The Twins draped an arm around his neck from either side. "Mate, how could we let you get into a brawl without us?"

"Exactly."

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

Ron nodded. "That's right. Marcus has to pay for this."

Bing Huan glanced at Draco, who was bouncing his leg. "What about you? Aren't you worried about being a Slytherin anymore?"

Draco put on a serious expression. "How are you going to get in without me? Besides, I'm just going back to my dormitory. When all of you start making a scene, it's bound to get chaotic. So if I accidentally kick the wrong person, that's perfectly understandable, isn't it?"

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

"I want to settle things with Marcus for interrupting our practice, too."

"Tch." Bing Huan smiled. "None of you are afraid of losing points, then? Fine."

The others all laughed along with him. "If it's for this, we don't care if they take all our points!" They looked as if they were about to collect a prize, not start a fight.

"But there's one thing I need to correct, Draco." Bing Huan spread his feet and dropped into a horse stance.

"What?"

"I wasn't planning to get in by using your password today." With that, he slammed his shoulder into the wall.

The Slytherin players were resting in the common room when a tremendous crash suddenly came from the wall. When they looked over, Bing Huan was leaning against the hole he'd smashed through it, with a whole crowd of people behind him.

"Fou~nd~ you~"

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Take a guess~ All right, lads, get them!"

The Slytherin Common Room instantly descended into chaos, thanks in large part to the various gadgets the Weasley brothers had invented. One thing blew up here, another went flying over there.

It was Harry and Ron's first time in a fight. They took a few hits, but proved themselves to be complete brawlers. Once they got used to it, they threw wild punches with such enthusiasm that they didn't even spare their own side.

Draco prowled along the edge of the battle, pretending to shout, "Help! They're killing us!" while "accidentally" kicking back any Slytherin student who tried to crawl out. Bing Huan, Wood, and Draco Malfoy became the center of the whole brawl.

By the time the professors arrived, the Slytherin Common Room had been renovated into a bare shell. A few of them sat on the only sofa left, blowing on their fists. Nearby lay the "corpses" of the Slytherins, along with Draco, who was "trembling with fear."

For the first time, Professor McGonagall wanted to curse them out but couldn't find the words. She simply couldn't organize her thoughts. This was unprecedented in Hogwarts' thousand-year history: her students had turned the Slytherin Common Room into a bare shell?!

The matter was so serious that the professors could only leave the decision to the Board of Governors. Outside the Headmaster's Office, several professors heard what had happened. Though they still condemned the students' use of violence, they clearly wanted even less for their students to be the sort of disgusting people who'd said those words.

When Professor Snape heard the insult, his face turned black. Those were the three words he hated most, the greatest insult to Lily! Bing Huan even wondered if he wanted to hit Marcus with a Sectumsempra.

Not long after, good news came from the Board of Governors meeting in the Headmaster's Office. Sure enough, you should never underestimate the strange things adults could do.

They'd already found it strange that Lucius, as head of the Malfoy family, would let a student blackmail him into handing over so many 2001s, no matter how much he wanted to resolve the matter peacefully. But at this meeting, Lucius and Dumbledore worked together to turn the whole thing into a case of the Malfoy family being blackmailed, with Lucius seeking revenge.

The group immediately became underlings working for the Malfoy family, while Lucius himself gained a mysterious aura as a powerful figure whose influence had spread even to Gryffindor. As for their punishment, it went from expulsion to repeating the year, then to losing points, and finally to detention only.

Harry's detention was helping Lockhart reply to fan mail. Apparently, Lockhart himself had specifically requested it, so he could groom a future colleague in the art of publicity.

Harry and Ron both thought they'd drawn the worst lot. One dreaded Lockhart's mental assault, and the other didn't want to spend time working up a sweat with Filch. Bing Huan was assigned to sweep the top floor, while the others teamed up to patrol with Hagrid. They all thought this was already the best possible outcome. The Twins, of course, were among those who were quite pleased.

After dinner, Bing Huan went up to the top floor without even taking a broom. They'd said he couldn't use magic, but no one had said anything about spells. He didn't stay for even a minute before heading off to count stars with Hermione. Harry and Ron went to find Lockhart and Filch looking like they were marching to their deaths.

"Harry~ Harry~ Harry~ Can you think of a better detention than helping me reply to my fan mail?" Lockhart sat in his chair, still wearing a confident smile as he signed photographs.

"I can't." Harry gave Lockhart a fake smile and humored him. Everyone knew Harry's nearsightedness came with extraordinary powers of observation. Lockhart's face was flushed, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Lockhart had barely stopped talking since Harry arrived, so it wasn't because he was tired. And Harry didn't think he was excited to be alone in a room with him, either. It felt more like how Harry had felt after seeing the Three-Headed Dog for the first time last year and running back to his dormitory.

The thrill of doing something behind everyone's back~

"Come... here... Let me tear you apart... Kill you!"

Harry:?!

Lockhart watched Harry turn his head again and again, as if searching for something. "Don't worry, Harry. Hogwarts is perfectly safe. None of those crazy fans are going to come after you. Hahahaha~"

"Didn't you hear that? That voice!" Harry looked nervous.

"What voice?" Lockhart stared 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 growing damp and chilly. Even Lockhart, an adult wizard, seemed a little listless—except when he had an audience. Thanks to occasionally getting a meal from Bing Huan, the Gryffindor players had gotten a bit fitter, too.

Wood had them training even in weather like this. Harry was covered in mud when he got back, and ran into Filch, who'd been working as a janitor all day. Luckily, Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, came to his rescue. That day, Harry had originally wanted to help Nick prove to Patrick how scary he was.

But Lockhart once again kept Harry behind to help him answer letters. All he could do was ask Ron to tell Nick for him and help prove it. Harry let out a long sigh. At least it wasn't all bad: Lockhart had awarded Gryffindor ten points for Harry's helpfulness.

What mattered even more, though, was the hissing voice Harry had heard earlier. He hadn't heard it at all over the next few days, but he was sure he hadn't imagined it. And whoever it was would show up again. His instincts were always right about this sort of thing.

When the Chosen One sensed danger, it usually meant someone was about to have a very bad time—Harry 'Death God Elementary School Student' Kogoro Potter.