Hogwarts Lion Girl

Just as Harry was about to step into the hall, a familiar, sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Oh, isn't this our famous person, Harry Potter?"

Draco approached with lazi steps, followed by his burly lackeys Crabbe and Goyle.

"Harry Potter is giving away autographed photos!" Draco shouted towards the bustling crowd in the hall. "Hahahahahahahahahaha... you really think of yourself as a celebrity, Potter."

Malfoy's laughter echoed in the hall, and the group of Slytherin students seemed to be infected and started laughing.

Harry's heart was beating as fast as a war drum. He gripped his wand tightly, his eyes burning with uncontrollable anger.

"I didn't," Harry retorted angrily, clenching his fists.

Malfoy frowned silently, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing jealousy of Harry's scars and past heroic deeds.

His voice was low and teasing above the noise of the auditorium.

"Oh, you make it sound like that." Malfoy raised the corner of his mouth disdainfully, but there was an inexplicable light in his eyes. "It's just a scar, not like he really did anything heroic."

His words were sharp and sarcastic, not only mocking Harry, but also trying to tear off the halo of the other party in order to ease his own inner imbalance.

Salina glanced at Ron and Hermione beside her and found that they were frowning with serious expressions.

Ron's hand had involuntarily moved to the wand at his waist, and Hermione was also trembling slightly.

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Malfoy, you're just afraid. Fear and jealous because you can never touch Harry's courage and glory." There was a hint of tremor in Hermione's voice, and every word seemed heavy.

Draco's gaze pierced through Hermione's figure like ice, with an undisguised contempt and indifference. Frost seemed to condense in his eyes, and for a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Shut up, you filthy mudblood. You have no place to speak here." His usually arrogant and complacent face was now gloomy and clouded with contempt and hatred that came from the bottom of his heart.

Not only was there no warmth in Draco's voice, but it was like the biting north wind in winter, making people feel a bone-chilling chill.

The corners of his mouth twisted, revealing a frivolous, sarcastic smile, but his eyes were cold and without a trace of smile. Just as he had said to Hermione, heartless and ruthless, as if to freeze Hermione's courage and determination.

After hearing what Malfoy said, Ron's anger immediately rose. He pulled out his wand angrily, his brows full of uncontrollable anger.

Small sparks occasionally burst out from the slender staff, which were the marks he had just repaired with magic tape. And every jump of the sparks was like the flame of anger burning in Ron's heart.

"Be careful, Ron!" Hermione said with worry in her voice.

Seeing this, Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing, and their faces turned from playful to tense.

The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became heavy and tense, and the air was filled with a smell of gunpowder that was about to explode.

Ron and Hermione's alertness, Salina's uneasiness, and the tense atmosphere in the air all indicated that a conflict might break out.

Although Malfoy was mocking, his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of fear.

"Be careful, Weasley!" Malfoy called out jokingly, "Don't let your mother down again, you little Weasley bastard."

This sentence seemed to touch a switch in Ron's heart. His face turned red and his hand trembled slightly as he held the problematic wand.

"Ron, don't listen to him!" Hermione said anxiously beside him, worry flashing in her eyes.

Malfoy's words echoed in the hall, as if trying to get into Ron's ears and stir up his anger. But Hermione's reminder, like a ray of sunshine in winter, sobered his mind a little.

"Do you dare to say that again?" Ron tightened the wand in his hand, as if he had made up his mind.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The air around them seemed to freeze, and other sounds in the auditorium became distant and blurred.

Malfoy and his gang, although looking as arrogant as ever, couldn't help but take a step back.

"Ron!" Hermione whispered nervously again. She knew Ron's temper and was worried that he would do something stupid.

Ron's challenging eyes met Malfoy's contemptuous ones, and he didn't flinch.

Hermione, meanwhile, clutched her wand, ready to provide backup at any time, and entered a state of semi-alert.

The tense atmosphere returned again, and this time, it made everyone present feel an invisible pressure.

The air around them froze, and a fight was about to break out.

However, just before a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in their ears, breaking the tense atmosphere: "Please put down your wand, immediately."

Professor McGonagall, her eyes as sharp as a hawk, walked towards the group of students step by step.

There was unquestionable authority in her words: "Mr. Malfoy, this is Hogwarts, not your home arena."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the group of students. Her voice was cold and crisp. "Everyone return to your seats."

With an order, a possible fight came to an abrupt end. The students silently put away their wands, looked at each other, and left one after another. Only hurried footsteps could be heard in the corridor, echoing in the majestic castle.

At this moment, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart trotted into the center of the crowd with his untidy steps, his turquoise robe dancing behind him like flames.

His voice was full of drama, grabbing everyone's attention.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Lockhart asked loudly, as if the skirmish were an amusing interlude in his lecture. "Who's handing out autographed photographs?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Lockhart had already hooked an arm around his shoulders and pulled him away from the group.

Lockhart's overly intimate behavior made Harry feel a hot wave of shame in his heart. Draco, who was standing nearby, saw this and triumphantly retreated back into the crowd.

Lockhart's long golden hair sparkled in the dancing light and shadow. He opened his mouth with an exaggerated smile. "No need to ask! We meet again, Harry!"

As with every interaction at the book signing, Lockhart once again enjoyed the thrill of being the center of attention.

Harry was forcibly pulled out of the crowd, and facing Lockhart's face, which could not hide his joy, he felt full of powerlessness.

Under Lockhart's shoulder, he was unable to move and could only feel the various complicated looks from all around him and feel his embarrassment being ruthlessly magnified.

Draco retreated back into the crowd watching the joke with an air of victory.