Duelling Club

"No, I don't want to turn into a boy, especially one with eyebrows as thick as crayons. Leave me alone. I'll find someone suitable!"

"Let's hope so!"

Unable to persuade his friend, Harry spoke with resignation.

Blaise came from a wealthy family and had a very nice personality. As for his looks... he could be called fairly handsome, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, full lips, and a square face. In the East, that would have been the ultimate face of wealth and good fortune, but in the western Wizarding World, it wasn't quite so popular.

Perhaps even Hermione herself hadn't realized how much she cared about looks. Otherwise, how could that clever little head of hers have failed to see through all the Show-Off's boasting?

So it was hardly surprising that she didn't want to turn into Blaise!

Harry's worries proved unnecessary, however, because a week later, Hermione found someone—a girl who could approach Draco without arousing anyone's suspicions.

That morning, the group headed to the Great Hall for breakfast as usual. Passing through the Entrance Hall, they noticed a small crowd gathered around the noticeboard, excitedly reading the words on a sheet of parchment and loudly discussing signing up for some activity.

Had this happened during the previous school year, no one would have found it unusual. Hogwarts had plenty of activities, with one held every two or three days.

But ever since the incident involving Colin Creevey, panic had gripped the Castle. Forget extracurricular activities—if the professors hadn't insisted, some of the more timid young wizards would even have... skipped their compulsory classes.

"Hey, Luo Bin, come over here! I've got good news for you!"

Blaise had squeezed to the very front of the crowd, his face almost pressed against the noticeboard. He waved his arm and excitedly