Draco Malfoy's Everyday Humiliation

It's 9:10 AM. It's been 10 minutes since the Herbology started. The state of the Dittany in the morning is quite peculiar. Unlike other plants, it gathers the water it absorbed yesterday into a cloud above its head, as if it's raining itself.

But none of this excited Ryan. Ryan had consciously and deliberately avoided studying some unimportant courses. It wasn't that Ryan looked down on them, but rather that he wanted to avoid being bored when he entered Hogwarts in the future.

Logically, Ryan, who was unfamiliar with Dittany's condition, should have found it interesting.

But Ryan still looked bored, all because Draco Malfoy was perfectly fine in class, without even a single curse. After class, he didn't provoke Harry anymore, acting like a good boy.

And just like that, the boring morning passed by.

After lunch, in the Ravenclaw common room, Ryan noticed that Harry suddenly wanted to go out, even though it was still early before class.

"Ron, I need to go find Dudley. I don't know how that report will affect him," Harry said helplessly.

"Harry, are you crazy? You're worried about that bad guy?" Ron looked surprised, but his body language cooperated as he followed behind Harry.

"He is, after all, my cousin. Even I am being gossiped about by other students, let alone Dudley, whose reputation is already bad. He is very afraid of wizards."

"However, I can also take a look at his miserable state and vent my anger," Harry explained.

"How do I get into Hufflepuff's lounge? Where is it?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I did my research beforehand; I heard that the lounge there is the most comfortable of all the colleges."

"Its entrance was in the corner on the right-hand side of the kitchen corridor, where there was a pile of large wooden barrels on a dark stone trough. To enter the lounge, you didn't need to say a password. Instead, you had to tap the bottom of the second barrel in the middle of the second row to Helga Hufflepuff's rhythm, and the lid would spin open, revealing a passage leading to the basement that you could climb through. However, if the person trying to enter didn't tap the correct rhythm, tapped the wrong barrel, or tapped the wrong number of times, then the lid of another barrel would burst, soaking the intruder in vinegar," Harry said. For those interested, memorizing it wasn't difficult.

"That's one way. I thought Ravenclaw's entry method was the most bizarre, like Gryffindor and Slytherin, which rely on slogans."

"I never imagined that the most unassuming Hufflepuff would have such an interesting way of entering its lounge," Ron exclaimed in surprise as he carefully descended the stairs.

"That's not all. Above the fireplace in their lounge is a portrait of Helga Hufflepuff, the Founders the academy. Unfortunately, it's not a magic painting and can't speak."

"Ron, do you know why Hufflepuff are almost all good at Herbology?" Harry asked Ron to relieve boredom. This little question-and-answer game was something Harry and Ron often played after Harry joined Ravenclaw.

In this way, while learning and reviewing knowledge, they also strengthened their relationship.

"They like to eat? Let me think... their dean, Professor Pomona Professor Sprout, teaches Herbology," Ron said.

"Wrong. According to you, Slytherin is good at Potions Class? Gryffindor is good at Transfiguration? Then you're not necessarily good at Charms Class either."

"Ron, that's because their common room has windows that open to swaying grass and dandelions, and their windowsills or ceilings are decorated with interesting plants (some of which can even sing and dance)," Harry explained, shaking his head.

"Okay, Harry."

"But it's cool that the Hufflepuff Common Room has a portrait of Helga Hufflepuff. We Ravenclaw don't have one, nor do Gryffindor and Slytherin," Ron remarked.

"Ron, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

"A white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stands in the niche opposite the door to the Ravenclaw Common Room," Harry said, rubbing his forehead, nearly missing a step on the stairs.

"Oh, what about Gryffindor and Slytherin? Did they leave behind any portraits, statues or anything like that?" Ron continued, without any shame.

"Them? As far as I know, no, male wizards probably didn't do that back then," Harry guessed.

Then, at the corner on the first floor, Harry overheard a conversation he would never forget.

Those are Draco Malfoy and Dudley!

"So you're Dudley?!"

"You, a Mudblood! How dare you insult Potter! He can only be defeated by me, the noble Malfoy!" Malfoy stood on the steps, barely looking down at Dudley.

Crabbe and Goyle, standing to the side, had already rolled up their sleeves to prevent Dudley from suddenly attacking, after all, his physique was quite intimidating.

"Your dean is my mother's friend, be careful—" Dudley said, his large, broad face almost drained of color.

"I—don't—believe—it."

"Our dean won't cause me any trouble just because you're some Mudblood."

"By the way, keep your distance from Potter as much as possible," Malfoy said slowly, drawing out his words.

"I know Harry isn't your friend, Ron is. I remember you, you said bad things about Harry in that moving newspaper," Dudley said. Harry, who was hiding to the side, looked surprised. Dudley, that fat head of his, actually think?

"What does this have to do with you, Dursley?"

"Ron Weasley is a despicable bastard. First, he spoke ill of me to Potter, and then he got into Ravenclaw through Dumbledore's back door. Ha! Someone with his brains could get into Ravenclaw? He's a perfectly standard Gryffindor."

"I was the one who first met Potter! I should be his friend!"

"Crabbe, Goyle, go!" Malfoy grinned maliciously, his anger clouding his judgment, and he uttered the most shameful words of his life.

However, Malfoy was dumbfounded.

Dudley might have hesitated if magic were used, but when faced with primal hand-to-hand combat, especially when two small figures in his eyes were directly inviting him with their bodies, Dudley was not afraid.

Dudley Dursley stood up!

The future Southeast Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion launched a fierce attack, and Crabbe and Goyle, who had been full of confidence just moments before, were quickly knocked to the ground.

"You two useless things!"

"Dudley Dursley, I'll be back! Crabbe, Goyle, I'm going first!" Malfoy rushed toward the Slytherin Common Room, which was also underground.

Then, Harry and Draco met face to face. Draco blushed instantly and instinctively pretended not to see Harry, running past Ron.

"So, Malfoy genuinely wanted to be friends with me at first?"

"Who gave him the confidence to think he was so friendly when he talked like that?" Harry said, dumbfounded.

"That's right," Ron echoed, equally speechless.