"Haha, it's all right, it's all right, Harry, it's all right." Lockhart roared with laughter, clapping Harry so hard on the shoulder that he nearly knocked him to the floor.
"Professor Flitwick, you may not know this, but during our last activity, Harry defeated Mr. Malfoy very easily. Harry is extremely talented in this area. Yes, extremely talented. Of course, my outstanding teaching had no small part in that."
At that moment, Draco, who was watching the proceedings from a corner of the Great Hall, slowly raised his head, a huge question mark slowly appearing above it:
For fuck's sake, I'm staying this far out of the way and still catching stray bullets? Right in the knee, too!
If you want to praise Harry, just praise Harry. Why drag me into it?
Do you really have to put one person down to build another up?
Beside Draco, Pansy Parkinson noticed his expression and could not help letting out a snort of laughter. Immediately realizing it was inappropriate, however, she hastily covered her mouth.
But Crabbe and Goyle, who stood beside the two of them, burst into laughter at that very moment.
This was not because Crabbe and Goyle dared to mock young Master Draco deliberately. As Slytherins, they did not possess that sort of courage. Nor was it because they were so easily amused that something this trivial could make them laugh like that.
The story behind this was actually rather sad-or rather, delightful.
Crabbe and Goyle were a little slow on the uptake. They could not really be called stupid or dim, but compared with most people, they really were a little slow to react.
Because of this, whenever their classmates gathered and occasionally shared jokes or amusing stories, they always failed to catch on and missed the punch