As soon as they approached the area around the two, everyone suddenly stopped in their tracks.
It was eerily quiet here, a completely different world from the noisy classrooms outside, as if an invisible barrier had created a haven of peace.
Immediately, someone's eyes lit up, and they blurted out, "Such a useful Silence spell, Malfoy, why don't you just teach it to everyone? That way, everyone can learn properly."
Upon hearing this, Draco merely glanced at the man, a mocking smile playing on his lips, completely ignoring him.
The surrounding students also thought this statement was extremely absurd, and someone immediately stood up to defend it:
"It's their skill, why should they teach you their magic for no reason? If you want peace and quiet, can't you learn spells yourself?"
"Besides, I already helped you once before."
A group of people nodded in agreement, and the person who had spoken earlier was rendered speechless, his face turning red and then white, and he dared not say another word.
Seeing that no one was making any more unreasonable demands, the disgust in Draco's eyes finally dissipated.
If it were me, Brother Ma, I would have given you a thorough dressing-down long ago.
Hannah quickly stepped forward, her attitude sincere and polite, and said to Draco:
" Malfoy, we really want to listen to this Defence Against Dark Magic class properly and don't want to be disturbed. Could you please help us? Even just asking them to be a little quieter would be helpful."
Draco didn't immediately agree. Instead, he stroked his chin and looked at Hermione beside him, asking:
"Look, that's what they've said. Do you think I should do something about it?"
Hermione looked up at the group of classmates in front of her, their eyes full of expectation, then glanced at Draco beside her, who was pretending to be casual but was actually waiting for her to speak, and said:
"Since you genuinely want to learn, there's nothing wrong with lending a hand, but don't make a big fuss about it."
Draco smirked and said, "Okay, whatever you say."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it lightly, removing the Muffliato Charm.
The next second, he slammed his foot on the long table, standing ramrod straight, his face cold, his voice Cleansweep the entire classroom:
"You—all of Laozi, shut up!"
The classroom, which had been noisy and chaotic just moments before, fell into a deathly silence.
The speaker froze on the spot, and all eyes suddenly turned to him.
Hermione was completely stunned, and instinctively reached out to pull him back. " Draco! You—"
Hermione helplessly. "Is this what you call being low-key?"
"Good heavens, you really dare!"
Olivia was also taken aback, then covered her mouth and laughed.
Neville flinched, nearly dropping his textbook, and stared blankly at Draco on the table, muttering, "He... he's so imposing..."
Hannah and Susan exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and relief in each other's eyes.
Finally, it quieted down, but this method was way too... exaggerated.
Draco surveyed the classroom from his elevated position and said, "Everyone, please give me some face. Even if we want to have a discussion, there's no need to shout so loudly that the whole floor can hear us."
Ron's face fell first. He secretly tugged at Harry's sleeve and muttered, "Who does he think he is, giving him face like that..."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling that Draco's behavior was outrageously flamboyant, but he had to admit that Draco's shout did quiet the classroom down considerably.
Just as the scene had temporarily calmed down, a disgruntled voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.
A Hufflepuff boy stood up defiantly, yelling, "Who do you think you are? Why should we give you face!"
His classmate's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached out to pull his arm, urgently trying to stop him:
"Don't talk nonsense! He even helped us block out the smell of garlic yesterday, don't be so pungent..."
But the boy wouldn't listen at all, shoving his companion's hand away, his tone becoming increasingly sharp and sarcastic:
"Don't think you can boss us around just because you taught us a couple of broken spells. What are you acting like, acting all high and mighty?"
Draco, far from being angry, slowly raised his hand to smooth his blond hair, then rested his chin on his hand as if deep in thought.
A moment later, his eyes lit up, and he casually uttered two words: "I've got it!"
The eyes of the entire class instantly focused on him, waiting with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation for his next move.
Even the Hufflepuff boy who had been shouting earlier instinctively shut up, feeling inexplicably panicked.
Draco simply flicked his finger and swiftly unleashed a Summoning Charm that echoed throughout the classroom, " Peeves, Accio!"
In fact, the Summoning Charm cannot directly summon the spirit form of the Peeves.
But this troublemaker was exceptionally sensitive to the magical fluctuations of summoning; almost the instant the incantation was cast, it popped out like a cloud of black mist.
It hovered in mid-air, hands on hips, yelling, "Who is it? Who dares to summon this great Peeves! You're asking for trouble!"
Draco said jokingly to the person behind him, "Here you are, Xiao Pi."
Peeves turned around impatiently, and when he saw that the person standing next to the table was Draco Malfoy, he realized that...
His previously aggressive demeanor instantly froze, leaving him completely dumbfounded.
Its arrogant arrogance deflated like a punctured balloon, and even its floating body shrunk by half.
He scurried over to Draco, bowing and scraping obsequiously, and said:
"Oh, it's Young Master Malfoy! What can I do for you, Xiao Pi.? Please tell me!"
This sudden 180-degree turn caused an uproar in the classroom.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
The Hufflepuff boy who had been shouting just moments before was now deathly pale, standing there speechless.
Before Draco could even speak, Peeves immediately adopted a loyal and protective stance, shouting at the group of students below in a shrill voice:
"Did you guys—offend our Young Master Malfoy?!"
Most of the people below were so frightened that they shook their heads frantically and shrank back repeatedly.
The Hufflepuff boy who had been so defiant just moments before was now trembling, all traces of his earlier arrogance gone, and he immediately backed down.
"No, no... I didn't provoke him. It was my fault for being so foul-mouthed. I'll never do it again..."
The Peeves immediately ordered in a shrill voice, "Why aren't you opening your mouth? Slap yourself and apologize to the young master!"
The boy was already afraid of Peeves's pranks, and now he was even more terrified, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to slap himself in the face.
Draco glanced at it indifferently and said lazily, "No need."
Peeves immediately roared, "Young Master says stop, and you think you can just stop?! Dare to move and I'll shove all your textbooks into your mouth!"
The boy's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to fan it or not, and he trembled like a leaf.
"I just asked everyone to speak more quietly, why did you have to make such a fuss? What, have you been annoyed with me for a long time? Have you finally snapped today?" Draco asked.