"Then I'm afraid we have to wait." Harry said.
The twins exchanged a look and asked in unison, "Why?"
"After all, doing it once could be explained away as an accident, but if it happens again, it would seem like we're deliberately playing pranks on the professor." Harry shrugged.
"You're right," the twins laughed, "Anyway, there's no class today, want to have a snowball fight together?"
"No, I have some things to do." Harry declined.
Just as he was about to head to the Great Hall, Harry looked up and saw Hagrid dragging a large fir tree into the hall.
At Hogwarts, only Hagrid could move a huge fir tree with sheer muscle.
"Need a hand, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.
Hagrid's furry head popped out from beside the fir tree, wearing a kindly smile: "Thanks, no need, Harry, you go on back to the hall."
Harry didn't stand on ceremony, turning and heading into the hall.
Unfortunately, Sprout hadn't returned the Biting Kale to him, since it was the culprit that bit Professor Quirrell's head.
"Hey, mate." Ron had already gotten up. "Do you know where that pot of Biting Kale went? Neville's about to go mad."
"It's been confiscated by Professor Sprout." Harry replied, "I accidentally dropped it while holding the pot, and the kale flew out and bit Professor Quirrell's head."
Ron leaned back tactically, eyes wide as he looked at Harry.
After a long moment, he dryly uttered, "Cool..."
Indeed, very cool. Originally, they thought the kale was a decorative plant, who would have thought it was used to bite professors.
As the holiday approached, the young wizards were full of wild energy.
They could no longer pretend to study in the hall, instead excitedly discussing what to do during the holidays.
After lunch, Harry remembered his appointment with Miss Fari and left the hall.
"It's so annoying," Hermione scratched her head, frustrated. She had wanted to study in the hall for a while.
One look up, she saw Ron playing wizard chess with Neville.
"Look at you, you only know how to play wizard chess all the time, how sad!" Hermione began to lecture Ron.
Ron puffed his cheeks, defiantly saying, "What else should I do? It's a holiday today! Besides, aren't you going home? Why are you still at Hogwarts?"
"It's only the sixteenth today, we're leaving tomorrow!" Hermione whispered, "But you, Ronald, Harry said when we get back from the holiday, he'll arrange combat practice for the two of us; have you gotten familiar with the spells yet?"
"Of course I have." Ron said confidently.
"Then tell me, what's the Stunning Spell incantation?" Hermione asked.
Ron suddenly froze, stammering for a long time, unable to recall what it was.
"I'll ask you again, what's the Reducto spell incantation?" Hermione asked once more.
"Uh..." Ron racked his brains, but couldn't remember what the spell was called.
Hermione gave him a look of disdain and asked again, "Let me ask you then, what's the Petrification spell incantation?"
"That one I know!" Ron was inspired, "You used it on Crabbe and Gall on the train!"
Listening to Ron's words, Hermione showed a slight smile of relief.
However, Ron's next words made her hang her head helplessly.
"What was the incantation again?"
Ron scratched his head embarrassedly, then picked up a nearby can of soda and took a gulp.
"Drink less soda, it's bad for your teeth." Hermione reminded, "My dad's a dentist, he told me that."
"No worries." Ron said, "The Magic World has a Tooth Health Potion, haven't you heard of it? It's very useful; the one advertising it is also our Principal Dumbledore."
"I forgot, but does that Tooth Health Potion really work?" Hermione remembered reading about the Tooth Health Potion in a potion book a few days ago, "If it works, I think I should buy some to take back, then my dad's dental practice will do even better."
Ron didn't speak, grabbing the soda and taking another gulp.
"Weasley." Draco's annoying voice chimed in.
Seeing Harry was not around them, Draco puffed up again.
"Malfoy?" Ron clutched his soda, turning to see Draco's pale and thin face.
"Looking at what you're holding, it must be a Muggle drink?" Draco said scornfully, "You really are just like your family, falling from grace; not only befriending Mud… people from Muggle origins, but actually using Muggle things, certainly the disgrace of Pure Bloods."
Ron's face flushed red as he gripped the soda can, ready to throw it.
However, Hermione held him back and retorted sharply, "Oh? Really? I wonder what your ancestor would think seeing her descendant mocking her friend's descendant like that?"
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, frowning.
"You mean you don't know?" Hermione dramatically covered her mouth, "My goodness, the ancestors of the Malfoy family were actually comrades with the Weasley family's ancestors, suppressing the fairy rebellion together, you didn't know that?"
"I, I…" Draco suddenly stammered.
Is what this Mudblood said true? Draco pondered secretly.
But that can't be right, never heard dad mention it.
"What nonsense are you talking!" Draco refuted, frowning, "You, a witch born from Muggles, how could you possibly know anything about our Malfoy family?"
"Oh, seems you really don't know, truly pitiful." Hermione stuck out a finger, brushing her face, "Shame, not even knowing your own family better than a witch born from Muggles, you're truly bringing shame to the Malfoy family!"
Upon hearing Hermione's words, Draco's face turned red.
The focus wasn't on Hermione's mocking attitude, but rather her words "A Muggle knowing Malfoy better".
Disgrace! This was simply disgrace!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Draco refuted, "If such a thing, how could my father not tell me? I suspect you're making up to defend your boyfriend!"
Hermione took out that book, slamming it on the table with a bang, reading Cassandra's deeds to Draco.
Draco reluctantly leaned in despite his discomfort, the well-documented account in the book raised his doubts.
If true, how could the Malfoy family not publicize this glory?
If false, why would it appear in this book?
He wanted to deny it but then saw the book's cover stating — authored by Bashida Bashat.
This lady's authority in the History of Magic could probably only be rivaled by Hogwarts' treasure Professor Bin.
"Go ask your dad, Malfoy." Ron chimed in, echoing Hermione, "Just ask him, is there a woman named 'Cassandra Malfoy' in the Malfoy family… Ha, can't believe, the Malfoys claiming the most family-oriented, yet ignoring such a woman with a glorious history, don't know who really is the disgrace of Pure Bloods!"
Draco was thwarted.
He no longer exchanged barbs with Ron, instead storming off, planning to ask dad tomorrow when he went home.
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