Something Had Gone Wrong After All

The crowd continued to move forward. Suddenly, the Little Wizard, who had been chatting and laughing loudly just moments before, fell silent as if under a collective silence.

The crowd paused for a moment, then surged forward again, as if something had happened ahead.

"It really happened after all."

Bell silently recited it to himself.

The scene from his memory played out again before his eyes, and to be honest, Bell was not happy about it at all.

Even though Belby anyone else that he lives in a real world.

However, whenever a scene similar to his memory appears before him, Bell still feels very uncomfortable, and even has an urge to destroy everything in front of him.

Fortunately, he doesn't have many memories of that work, and that's it for today. So, there shouldn't be a similar situation in the future. Otherwise, Bell really isn't confident he can suppress his destructive urges indefinitely.

As for whether it feels like self-deception?

Who knows?

While Bell was thinking about all sorts of things, Hermione pulled him to the front of the line, where he could clearly see what was happening.

Harry, Ron, and Neville stood in front of the crowd, looking completely bewildered.

On the wall not far behind the three people, two lines of text were written in red liquid.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Beware of those who oppose the heir.

On the torch stand beneath the banner hung the caretaker Filch's cat— Mrs. Norris. Because it had indirectly come into the Basilisk's sight, it was petrified, though not killed outright.

To be honest, Bell really liked that cat. It was smart, clever, and most importantly, loyal.

So, if possible, Bell wouldn't mind helping it break free from petrification. However, the petrification effect caused by the Basilisk's gaze was far beyond what wizards' Petrification Curse could achieve. Even Dumbledore couldn't directly break this petrification effect, let alone Bell.

Moreover, given Bell's wretched Potions skills, even if obtaining mature Mandrake wouldn't be difficult for him, he wouldn't have the ability to brew a potion that could undo the Basilisk's petrification effect.

"Beware, you who oppose the heir! You're next, Mudblood!"

In the Silencio, Draco Malfoy's shout suddenly rang out. He was pointing at Hermione, his face flushed with excitement.

Draco has disliked Hermione for a long time.

Draco had no interest in fulfilling the task his father had given him: to "befriend the heir of the Menethil Family." The Menethil Family, he felt, was utterly unworthy of being befriended by the heir of the great Malfoy family.

As for his father's repeated emphasis during the previous summer vacation on cultivating a good relationship with the Menethil Family heir, he didn't take it to heart at all because he was thinking about Operation 236 of the "Harry Retrieval Operation".

But!

Even if Draco disdained to associate with him, even if he was so ashamed that he failed to enter Slytherin House, even with all the "evens," it could not change the fact that Menethil was a Pure-blood wizarding family.

And as a noble Pure-blood, that guy named Bell Menethil not only showed a lack of manners in his daily life, but he actually went and befriended a Mudblood!?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Therefore, Draco not only looked down on the Menethil Family even more, but also came to hate Hermione as well.

Although it doesn't make much sense, as a noble Pure-blood, does he need a reason to despise a Mudblood?

So when Draco saw the words written on the wall, and learned that the great Heir of Slytherin had reappeared and begun to cleanse the impurities within Hogwarts, Draco trembled with excitement.

He couldn't help but jump out and point his finger at Hermione had also squeezed to the front of the crowd.

"What?"

Hermione turned to look at Bell beside her, puzzled. She had no idea what "Mudblood" meant, as she had never seen the term in any book.

Although judging from Malfoy's expression, "Mudblood" was definitely not a compliment, the inquisitive Little Witch, even at this moment, didn't forget to exercise her curiosity, casting an inquiring glance at Bell, wanting to understand what Malfoy really meant.

Bell did not respond to Hermione's question. He gently patted Hermione on the shoulder, then stepped out of the crowd and walked up to Malfoy.

"I am a forgiving and kind person, so I usually give people a chance to make amends. Now, I apologize, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Bell's emotionless voice echoed in the silent corridor, inexplicably creating a sense of oppression.

Draco involuntarily took two steps back; the sight of Bell reminded him of his father.

That was when he was very young. Once, he secretly took his father's Wand wand and accidentally killed one of their peacocks.

Draco had never seen his father so angry before, and the oppressive feeling emanating from his father back then was very similar to the feeling he was experiencing from Bell now.

Draco clenched his fists tightly and took two steps forward.

He felt ashamed of his retreat and even more ashamed of the absurdity of the thoughts in his mind.

who is he?

He's the noble Malfoy!

How could he be so frightened by a Little Wizard his own age?!

As for the oppressive aura emanating from Bell, it's very similar to his father's.

This is a joke! This guy doesn't even deserve it!?

"You! Do you even know who I am! Who my father is! I am the noble Malfoy! How dare you make me apologize to a lowly, filthy Mudblood!? Absolutely not!"

Draco said firmly.

"On the contrary, Menethil, it's about time you stopped your ridiculous childish games. Get your facts straight! You're a noble Pure-blood! How can you spend all your time with a Mudblood?! You're a disgrace to Pure-blood! Does your Menethil Family intend to become a laughingstock in the Magical World like the Weasley?!"

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Draco would have applauded and cheered for himself.

His words were truly brilliant! I believe that the heir of the Menethil Family will fully realize his mistakes after hearing them, be deeply grateful to him, and immediately vow to reform himself.

Where did those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, go? Isn't this the perfect time to show their worth as lackeys? They can't handle anything serious, but can't they even manage a simple "666"?