A Wizard's Status Should Be Determined Only by Magic!

"Thank you for your concern, but I am well aware of my position. Besides, what we should be discussing right now is your apology to Hermione."

Bell's right hand trembled slightly, and the Wand appeared in his hand.

The Little Wizard who had been watching Bell were surprised to find that they hadn't even seen how the Wand appeared.

When Draco noticed Bell take out his Wand, he instinctively tried to take out his Wand. However, before he could even raise his hand, he found himself completely unable to move.

"What do you want to do!?"

"Draco shouted in a panic."

He never expected that instead of recognizing his mistake and repenting because of his words, the other party would actually point their Wand at him!

When did the other party cast the Curses? Why didn't he hear the incantation?

"I'm sorry, you've betrayed my kindness. So, this is just a small punishment."

Bell slowly raised his Wand, then quickly swung it down.

Draco flew up following the direction of Bell's staff. He first crashed into the ceiling, then slammed onto the floor.

The intense pain prevented Draco from even letting out a scream. He felt his sternum must be broken.

Draco tried to cover his chest with his hand, but under the control of the Bell Curses, he couldn't move even a finger.

An unprecedented sense of fear washed over Draco.

"Why!? Why, as a fellow second-year student at Hogwarts, as a wizard from a Pure-blood Family, am I utterly powerless against this person!? Will I die? Will I die such a worthless, humiliating death? No! No!"

Draco struggled violently. He was still young, he had a bright future ahead of him, and he didn't want to die!

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from Draco, breaking free from Bell's restraints. Driven by extreme fear and the threat of death, the Magical Outburst within Draco went berserk.

Generally speaking, the best way to eliminate fear is to eliminate the source of it. For Draco, that source is Bell!

"Die!"

Feeling the surging power within him, Draco had never felt so wonderful.

Although the occasional sharp pains within his body were somewhat irritating, Draco, brimming with confidence, paid no heed to this minor matter. Right now, he had only one thought in mind: to kill Bell!

Seeing Malfoy's increasingly grotesque smile, Bell remained completely unmoved, and even felt a little amused.

Malfoy's current condition is extremely dangerous. If the rampaging magic is not properly channeled, it may even explode from within his body like a bomb.

If you want to piece it back together later, it won't be so easy.

Although Bell was furious that Malfoy had insulted Hermione, he only intended to teach him a lesson. He never intended to kill Malfoy; otherwise, Malfoy wouldn't still be alive and kicking.

So, looking at Malfoy's outstretched hand, feeling that Malfoy's hand might explode like fireworks at any moment, Bell, who prided himself on being tolerant and kind, still couldn't turn a blind eye.

With a gentle flick of his Wand, Bell dispersed the magic gathered in Malfoy's right arm. Then, he flicked the Wand downwards again, and Malfoy was back on the ground.

It was the same spot, the same posture, as if time had reversed. The only difference was that, to prevent Malfoy from causing any more trouble, Bell had deliberately increased his magical output.

After all, it wouldn't be good if Malfoy accidentally killed himself.

Draco was pressed tightly against the ground, feeling as if he were about to be crushed into a meat patty. His already broken sternum now felt like it was about to shatter into powder.

"How is this possible?! The script shouldn't be like this!"

Draco managed to speak.

Although he didn't know why, he had indeed become incredibly powerful. Even facing Dumbledore, Draco was confident he could fight him head-on. But why!? Why was he instantly defeated by Menethil again!?

Someone's cheating here! Is nobody going to do anything about it?!

Just as Draco lay on the ground, beginning to wonder if he was dreaming, Hermione, who had been in a daze since Bell made his move, was finally awakened by Malfoy's pitiful wails.

"Bell! What are you doing!?"

Hermione was both scared and happy at that moment. She was scared that Bell would be punished. But she was happy because Bell had gotten so angry for her sake.

Hermione hadn't expected things to escalate this far because of her. Although she still didn't know what "Mudblood" meant, that didn't matter anymore. The most important thing now was to stop Bell!

Hermione ran towards Bell, trying to save Malfoy.

However, what Hermione didn't know was that while Bell was seemingly pinning Malfoy to the ground, unable to move, Bell was actually suppressing the rampaging magic within Malfoy. So, she wasn't actually saving Malfoy, but killing him.

Bell gripped his Wand tightly in his right hand, pointing it steadily at Malfoy, who was lying face down on the ground. With his free left hand, he flicked it back slightly, and Hermione, who had just taken a step, felt as if she had sunk into a mattress, and was bounced back before she could take another step.

Knowing that Bell had stopped her from getting close, Hermione, having no other choice, tried to continue speaking to Bell to comfort him.

However, Hermione was surprised to find that although her lips were opening and closing, no sound came out.

Unable to move forward or make a sound, the Little Witch stamped her feet in frustration, but could only watch helplessly.

"Why... why... you, you clearly possess... you have such immense... power, yet... yet you associate with Mudblood... don't you have any pride as Pure-blood!?"

Draco sensed that his time was running out. His breathing became increasingly labored, and his consciousness was fading.

(Actually, it's the feeling caused by Bell completely suppressing the magic power in my body).

In his final moments, Draco overcame fear and pain with intense resentment, confusion, and the honor of being a Pure-blood. He roared his final question at Bell.

"Pure-blood glory? There really isn't one."

Having resolved the magical turmoil within Malfoy, Bell breathed a sigh of relief, his tone returning to its usual casual manner.

Although Bell could suppress Malfoy's magical energy with ease, it would be a delicate task to avoid harming him.

Bell walked up to Malfoy, squatted down, and looked directly into the other's eyes, which were filled with grief and indignation.

"I am a wizard. And what determines a wizard's status is only magic!"