HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 67 Mud Seed

The girl's face turned deathly pale, and the Gryffindor students glared angrily at Draco, each one wanting to tear a piece of him apart.

Flint had to rush in front of Draco to block Gryffindor.

How could he be so vicious?

Ron immediately drew his wand. "You'll pay for your words!"

Harry hesitated for a moment and then stood behind Ron. Hermione frowned but didn't react.

Draco was startled by Ron's posture, especially the moment Ron's wand emitted light, and his eyes couldn't help but look towards Landric's bed.

Everything happened so fast that even though Landric knew Draco would be alright, he couldn't help but get a little angry.

Who does Ron think he is, daring to point his wand at his men?

Just as the light was about to shoot out from the tip of the wand, it was instantly deflected and struck Ron in the abdomen.

A huge burst of green light echoed throughout the stadium.

"Ron?! Ron! What's wrong with you?!" Harry screamed.

"Ugh..." Ron was about to open his mouth to answer when he gagged, and a slug came out of his mouth.

Both Slytherin and Gryffindor involuntarily took a step back.

Draco was laughing so hard he was practically in stitches, and Flint even bent over to clutch his stomach.

The Gryffindor members exchanged glances, then stepped forward to help Ron up.

Harry took Ron from the teammate and turned to Hermione, saying, "Let's take him to the infirmary. The rest of you can stay here and train."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's find Hagrid; he's closer to here."

"Oh my god, what's going on! Hey Harry, he's your friend, you'll definitely help him, right?"

Corvi suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said something that left Harry completely bewildered.

Of course he'll help his friend; there's no need for you to morally blackmail him again.

Hermione gave Corvée a complicated look, helped Ron up, and said to Harry, "You deal with your man." Without another word, she led Ron toward Hagrid's residence.

Landric couldn't help but feel annoyed by the chattering outside.

"Draco, aren't you going to train? Let's begin," a cool, indifferent voice came from inside the curtain.

Harry suddenly looked at the bed behind Slytherin.

Rand? He'd been watching all along? He knew Draco's "Mudblood," but...

Harry's expression greatly pleased Draco.

He glanced back smugly. "Potter, your main task as Gryffindors right now is to take good care of your friends. After all, Gryffindors value friendship the most, don't you?"

A compliment was slapped on their faces, and the Gryffindors exchanged bewildered glances. Wood, his face ashen, said, "Let's go check on Ron first."

Landric watched as everyone left, Harry's face filled with resentment, looking exactly like a wronged woman who had just discovered her husband's infidelity.

Ignoring Harry, Draco wisely refrained from dragging Landric out to watch the training.

Of course, it's also possible that he couldn't pull it out.

Landric watched Draco's entire training session with utter boredom, without leaving his side for a moment.

However, he didn't say a single word to Draco during the whole process.

Draco, focused on practicing his skills, didn't notice anything amiss.

Landric didn't make a sound until nightfall, and Draco even thought his brother had fallen asleep again.

Landric had a headache and was feeling irritable. He was already a person with low energy, so he naturally didn't want to talk in this state.

Time passed by unnoticed. During dinner, Draco was thrilled to learn that Harry had been punished by having to write a reply to Lockhart's letter. He was also eager to share the news.

"Bro! That annoying piece of trash got what he deserved, hahaha!"

Landric quietly cut the steak in front of him.

Draco was remarkably perceptive in Landric.

Subconsciously, I began to reflect on whether he had done something wrong today.

He trained all day today, so it's impossible that he angered his brother because of the training.

So... that only means today's conflict with Gryffindor.

"Is it... because I called someone a Mudblood?"

Landric finally had the energy to lift his eyelids and look at Draco. "Hermione is also in the category of Mudbloods you mentioned."

Draco's heart skipped a beat. Why was he suddenly so concerned about Hermione?

Does my brother like her?

His half-closed eyes snapped open, flashing a fierce light.

"She's useful, you'd better not mess things up," Landric replied to Draco, sounding both warning and dismissive.

The oppressive atmosphere surrounding Draco dissipated.

As long as I don't take her to heart, it's fine.

Landric placed his fingers on Draco's hair, twirled it, and smiled where Draco couldn't see.

Wait a little longer... His people should completely submit to him. He has no selfish desires that he allows, and even if it itches, they must suppress them.

Perhaps it was Landric's actions that gave Draco a sense of security, "Brother..., you tonight..."

Terrace

He removed his fingers from Draco and continued cutting his own food.

"Then I..."

"Go back to your dorm."

Draco shut his mouth, feeling resentful.

For some reason, ever since this semester started, I've felt that his brother is intentionally or unintentionally distancing himself from him.

After dinner, Landric got up to leave.

Draco reached out and tugged at Landric's sleeve. "Brother, here's the little bed. You can take it and sleep on the balcony, okay?"

Landric glanced at the shrunken, exquisitely decorated bed in Draco's hand, and ultimately decided not to compromise himself. "Fine."

He was satisfied with what he had achieved.

Even as midnight approached, Draco's good mood did not fade with time; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

Draco lay in bed, looking at the projection beside him, and smiled slightly.

Brother, I always have a way...