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Two people could be heard talking through the crack in the door, their voices low and indistinct. The Gryffindor students exchanged glances, while the Slytherin students lowered their heads and read.
Malfoy's back was ramrod straight, but his fingers clenched around his quill, his knuckles white.
In the corridor, Snape and Lucius stood facing each other. Lucius tapped his cane against the floor, the sound sharp and loud.
"Severus, Draco wrote about it in his letter. That child called Riddle bullied his dormmates, beat Crabbe and Goyle, and even assaulted prefects."
"As Head of House, not only did you fail to punish him, you even made him some sort of Shadow Prefect? What kind of Head of House are you?"
Snape leaned against the wall, secretly amused. At last, someone had come to 'avenge' him. Yet he said, "Lucius, your son struck first. In Slytherin, if you lose, you admit it."
Lucius's expression changed. "He's Muggle-born?"
"Yes."
"A Muggle-born child beat my son in Slytherin, and even beat six prefects?"
"Yes."
Lucius tapped his cane again. "Don't you think there's something wrong with that?"
"What's wrong?"
"An eleven-year-old child who has studied magic for two months can defeat six prefects. Don't you think his strength has grown abnormally?"
Snape looked at him. "You think he used Dark magic?"
"I didn't say that, but don't you find it strange?"
Snape fell silent for a moment. "Albus Dumbledore vouched for him. He said there was nothing wrong with the boy."
Lucius's cane paused. "Dumbledore vouched for him?"
Lucius's heart skipped a beat. Dumbledore had vouched for him? His confidence immediately faltered, but he still forced himself to remain stubborn.
"So what if Dumbledore vouched for him? I came here today to have him