"Jerry, where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you!" Hermione, Harry, and the others were sitting at the long table. When they saw Jerry, they waved to him and called out.
"I went to get rid of a pest!"
"A pest? Isn't your Slytherin Common Room underground? How could bugs fly in there?" Harry looked toward the Slytherin Common Room behind Jerry, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, "Unless you mean Malfoy? He definitely counts!"
Jerry smiled and shook his head, then pointed behind Harry at Malfoy, who was walking toward them.
"Potter, are you talking about yourself? You certainly fit the bill! Look at all those people lying in the Hospital Wing. Which of them has nothing to do with you? That Mud—Colin..."
The word "Mudblood" had nearly slipped out on instinct. Startled, Malfoy hurriedly covered his mouth and stole a glance at Jerry. Seeing that Jerry wasn't going to take issue with it, he continued sneering, "I hear that little wretch Colin is a fan of yours? Tsk, tsk! How pathetic. I never imagined you'd be so ruthless even with your own people, Potter!"
Harry's face flushed bright red at Malfoy's snide mockery. He was getting seriously worked up.
Damn! Malfoy, have you been kissing Snape? How else did your mouth get so poisonous?
Hearing his taunts, Ron drew his wand without hesitation, determined to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Eat shit, Malfoy!
Malfoy's two lackeys, Goyle and Crabbe, refused to back down either and readied themselves for a fight.
Tension filled the air. Wands were drawn, and a fight could break out at any moment! Even Hermione quietly drew her wand, just in case!
Jerry watched the tense standoff with a relaxed, leisurely expression. Then he pushed Hermione's wand down and pointed