"What did he just say?"
Hearing young Malfoy mutter to himself, Crabbe and Goyle behind him exchanged looks.
"Thank you."
"No need."
After his two lackeys repeated it for him, Malfoy's already pale face turned even whiter before flushing bright red.
"How dare he!"
Malfoy was beside himself with rage. Earlier, he had discussed Lucien with his father.
A few days ago, his father had sent him a letter explicitly stating that Lucien was a wizard from a Muggle family.
But his father had also told him that he could try to befriend Lucien. Someone with such talent and ability still had a chance of earning the Malfoy family's recognition and friendship.
Malfoy's face shifted between red and white. He had already lowered himself, already extended an olive branch to Lucien!
"Who does he think he's rejecting the friendship of? He's rejecting the friendship of a Malfoy!"
"Lucien Grafton is just Muggle-born, just a—"
Just as Malfoy was about to vent his anger in a furious outburst, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Draco, what did you just say Lucien was born as?"
Turning around, Malfoy's expression remained extremely ugly.
"Daphne? When did you get here?"
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
"G-Grafton, w-we'll begin. T-today we'll cover..."
Quirrell stammered. Remembering his master's orders, he planned to teach normally for now and keep the boy steady until he had learned that dark magic, a variation of the Imperius Curse.
"Professor, didn't you say last time that you get nervous around crowds, but speak smoothly when there are fewer people?"
Lucien's "kind" reminder made Quirrell fall silent for several seconds.
"Ahaha, I'm used to it. You're right, Grafton."
Hearing Quirrell's fluent tone, Lucien knew it wasn't Tom taking over this time.
That one was probably still recuperating. Unless necessary,