"Potter, could you stop for a moment?" the older Slytherin girl asked with a slight frown, looking at Harry, who was getting ready to give Draco another kick.
Had anyone else in Slytherin—anyone at all—said that, Harry would have treated it as so much hot air. But this older girl was the sole exception. She was Slytherin's Seventh Year girl prefect, Miss Farley, and the leading candidate for president of the Girls' Student Council.
If there was one student in Slytherin whom none of the other three houses disliked, it had to be Seventh Year student Miss Gemma Farley: a fair, impartial, and helpful older student.
Even Harry had received her help the previous year and had a very good impression of her.
So when Miss Farley spoke, Harry stopped pummeling Draco and stepped back, though he had not quite had his fill.
Miss Farley nodded slightly, then went over to Draco and examined his injuries.
Although Harry had looked vicious, he had actually been very measured. Bad kids who regularly got up to no good knew very well how to hit people so that it hurt without causing any serious injuries. Dudley had plenty of experience in that area and had passed some of it on to Harry. Harry had shown considerable aptitude and learned very well.
As a result, apart from the punch to Draco's nose, which had drawn blood and counted as a relatively serious injury, the punches and kicks he had taken to his body were nothing much.
Miss Farley saw this at a glance. She tapped her wand toward Draco's nose, and the blood on his face rapidly vanished. Even his slightly misshapen nose returned to normal.
"Now, can someone tell me what happened?" Miss Farley looked around. "Why were the Quidditch teams of two