Malfoy Was Moved, the Prefects' Meeting Began

"You little bastards, stop right there!"

Filch's face was blazing with rage as he roared, scaring the two in the Trophy Room stiff.

"Little bastards! What have you done to my Trophy Room?! Do you know I have to wipe every trophy clean with a rag every day? You damned bastards, I—"

Still cursing, Filch grabbed both of them by the collars. Then Lyon spoke up.

"Mr. Filch, leave Malfoy to me. I'm his prefect."

Filch froze at his words. He had never heard a student speak to him like that before.

But he quickly came to his senses and, after hesitating for a while, nodded.

Harry and Malfoy beside them both stared blankly at Lyon, then at Filch.

Wait, was this really Filch?

Why was Filch listening to Lyon?

Normally, Filch practically wanted to kill all of them little wizards. So why was he listening to Lyon's suggestion?

"Draco, get up and come with me."

Lyon's voice was so calm that it made Malfoy's skin crawl. Malfoy glanced at Lyon's eyes and shuddered.

For some reason, the Fiendfyre Curse Lyon had used came to mind.

A few days ago, the overwhelming wave of flames had swallowed him whole, bringing with it a suffocating sense of despair.

Malfoy looked at Marcus behind Lyon, trying to communicate with him through his eyes, only to find that Marcus would not look at him at all.

After greeting Filch, Lyon directly led Marcus and Draco toward the Slytherin Common Room.

Only the footsteps of the three of them echoed through the empty corridor. Malfoy felt as if a mountain were pressing down on him.

"Draco, do you know what the stupidest thing you did was?"

Malfoy lowered his head like a quail, not daring to look directly at Lyon's back.

"You don't know how to be a Slytherin at all."

"Slytherin doesn't have students this stupid."

Malfoy felt a little wronged. "Goyle was hit by one of Harry's curses. I had to help him."

Marcus nudged Malfoy with his elbow, signaling that Lyon was angry right now and that he should not speak carelessly.

But Malfoy shook his head. He felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Suddenly, Lyon stopped walking. Both of them felt their hearts sink as Lyon turned around, stared at Malfoy, and stepped forward until he was only a few inches away.

Malfoy instinctively took a step back and heard Lyon's voice.

"Do you know why your father was able to make the Malfoy Family so powerful?"

Malfoy shook his head.

"Because your father has brains. He never gets involved in matters that are disadvantageous to him. Yet you, Lucius Malfoy's only son, are as stupid as a pig."

"Look up. Look at me, Draco."

Lyon's words stunned both of them. Draco felt as though the person standing before him was not merely a student his own age, but more like an elder.

Feeling Lyon's gaze, Malfoy slowly raised his head and struggled to meet his eyes.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have come tonight, because this matter offers me no benefit whatsoever."

Malfoy frowned. "But I—"

"But what? Draco, if the people around you are always like this, then you are destined to become the same kind of person."

"I hope this is the last time I have to teach you how to handle things."

Lyon's black-gloved hand tapped Malfoy's chest. After saying that, Lyon flicked his hand and left with Marcus, leaving Malfoy standing there stupidly in a daze.

Malfoy felt as though Lyon's words had struck right at his heart.

If the people around him were always fools like Goyle and Crabbe, then he was destined to become a fool like them.

He was not some reckless little lion. He was a Slytherin.

Watching Lyon walk away, Malfoy clenched his fists...

Ten minutes later, the doors of the Slytherin Common Room were pushed open.

Lyon and Marcus slowly walked in. There were many people in the common room, not just first-year students, but also plenty of older students from the fourth and fifth years.

The moment Lyon entered, all the students from first through third year around them fell silent. The sudden quiet left the older students nearby somewhat confused.

When they looked toward the entrance of the common room and saw Lyon, they understood.

The older Slytherins had heard a few days ago that all Slytherin students below the third year called Lyon their godfather.

As long as they were Slytherin students below the third year, none of them dared disrespect Lyon.

This was also the first time they had truly taken notice of Lyon.

Yet Lyon did not seem to have anything particularly special about him.

Just as Lyon entered, Neville jogged over to his side and whispered in his ear, "Godfather Lyon, there's a meeting in the Prefects' Common Room. They were looking for you, but you weren't there."

"Who's running the meeting?" Lyon frowned. How had he not known about this?

"I heard it's Head Snape, along with the student council president, David."

Lyon frowned and waved at Neville. "Take me there."

The two quickly headed toward the Prefects' Common Room. Lyon had actually heard of this place before, but he had never been interested in going there.

In truth, aside from the second- and third-year prefects he had defeated, he had barely paid attention to any of Slytherin's other prefects.

He simply could not be bothered to care about things unrelated to him.

Soon, the two arrived at the entrance to the Prefects' Common Room. Lyon waved Neville away, then pushed open the door and walked inside.

The moment he entered, he saw that the furnishings and facilities were even more luxurious than those in the common room. A long table stood in the center, surrounded by seated people, with Snape among them.

There were about five or six people. At Lyon's arrival, they all turned to look at him.

Lyon swept his gaze over the room and found that only prefects from the third year and above were here.

The second- and third-year prefects, Carter and Beaton, were probably still in the Hospital Wing.

"Why are you so late? Don't you know about the prefects' meeting every Monday?"

A burly man at the long table looked at Lyon with displeasure. Lyon remembered that this should be Amis, a fourth-year prefect.

Snape glanced at Amis, and Amis immediately fell silent.

"Alright, now that Lyon is here, let's begin."

Seeing this, David, Slytherin's student council president, secretly glanced at Snape before beginning to speak.

Lyon stepped forward and sat down, listening to David. After a while, he found that it was all about managing Slytherin House students.

He spoke of many things, but nearly all of them revolved around management and safety.

"Alright, that concludes this week's prefects' summary. There's one more matter I need to address."

As David spoke, his gaze fixed on Lyon.

"Prefect Lyon, as a Slytherin prefect, you previously injured the second- and third-year prefects, Carter and Beaton. We need to deal with this matter."

(There would be two more chapters tonight, brothers. Don't wait up.)