After finally enduring the beating until class ended.
Draco, who had long been worried about his friend, hurried over to invite Harry to play Quidditch and clear his head that afternoon once their classes were over.
Just then, a sinister voice sounded behind them.
"Draco, you seem to have plenty of free time. In that case, why not join Potter in detention this afternoon? Five buckets of slugs should be enough to remind you that you are still a Slytherin."
Draco's face fell at once. He nearly shut down completely.
There was, in fact, a certain amount of pressure on him for being friends with Harry.
His father had already advised him to stay away from Harry. After all, they had to guard against the real Voldemort-the one Harry had killed before-gaining power in the future.
At school, Snape had also warned him, both openly and indirectly.
If Shawn hadn't accepted Harry and supported Draco's friendship with him, Draco might really have given in and abandoned it.
Harry, who was supposed to be the one receiving comfort, had already had enough and was about to turn around and argue with Snape.
Draco hurriedly caught his arm, turned around himself, and answered.
"Yes, Professor."
Snape snorted coldly, then turned and swept out of the classroom, his black robes billowing.
Watching the whole exchange, Shawn found it strange, but said nothing more.
He couldn't quite understand whether Dumbledore's way of toughening Harry up was of any use.
Was it all just for that revelation that would shake Harry to his core right before Snape sacrificed his life?
Hmph. Had anyone asked whether I agreed?
There were only two weeks left until the Quidditch season began.
Three single round-robin matches would be held before Christmas: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, and