HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

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Since Draco discovered in the recent brawl that Glen was very likely the black-robed figure who had saved his life in Knockturn Alley, he hadn't dared to look Glen in the eye for several days.

The reason was simple: the idea to ambush Glen had been his.

What was this? It was repaying kindness with enmity, completely against the etiquette of his noble pure-blood status.

This made Draco feel extremely ashamed. What on earth had he done?! From the start of the school year until now, he had been treating his savior so rudely for so many days. Even if he was a Mud... no, a Muggle-born, it shouldn't have been like this.

But more than shame, he felt fear. Because he knew that when facing evil dark wizards, Glen could fight three at once, instantly taking down two, with the fate of the third unknown. Who knows what happened to that one? He must not have been serious when facing them a few days ago!

He was afraid of what Glen might do to him if he found out that Draco was the mastermind behind it all. Before, Glen had saved him for Snape's sake, but now it was different. Draco had initiated this trouble himself.

He had thought about telling his father and seeking help, but... he really couldn't bring himself to say it!

He had planned an ambush against his own savior, and it had failed. He had even been knocked unconscious.

What a mess this was!

How could he possibly say this out loud?

Draco brooded with a gloomy face, silent for several days, hesitating for several days. Finally, he decided to personally apologize to Glen.

The reason was simple: the dignity of the Malfoy family made him unwilling to ignore the consequences of this incident. If he really let it go just like that, he might be depressed for the rest of his life.

Although Draco had a nasty personality, he couldn't bring himself to repay his benefactor's kindness with enmity, even if he had already been punished.

One morning, he got up early and called out to Glen, who was about to leave the dormitory.

"Um... Ho... Glen, can I have a word with you in private?" he asked Glen, slightly fearful and uneasy.

"Speak," Glen stopped and waited for what was to come.

"...Let's talk in the corridor," Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle, who were still sleeping in a heap on the floor. It was only because he had recently restrained himself and gone straight to bed upon returning to the dormitory that he had escaped being stunned.

He couldn't help but shudder, raising his hand to smooth out the goosebumps that had risen on his arm.

The two left the dormitory.

Draco mustered up his courage and apologized to Glen, "Um! I, I want to say, I'm sorry! The incident a few days ago, it was actually my suggestion. I'm really very sorry about that."

"And! Thank you for helping me in Knockturn Alley before! I only just recognized you now, and I've done such a thing to you... I hereby apologize to you! I swear on the Malfoy name that I will never let such a thing happen again."

"I don't expect you to forgive me, I just wanted to tell you these things. If you feel you need any compensation, just say it! I will try my best to make amends for this!" His face flushed red as he blurted out a long speech in one breath, panting heavily. The worry that had been troubling him for days was somewhat relieved at this moment.

Glen was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected that someone with Draco's nasty personality would take the initiative to clarify the facts and personally come to apologize.

"He still has his own dignity," he thought silently. It seemed there was a reason why Snape could be his godfather. At least among his peers, this kind of personality that dares to take responsibility for one's actions was rare.

Glen shook his head and calmly said, "I don't mind. Helping you before was just something I did in passing, no need to take it to heart."

The previous battle wasn't much to Glen. At most, it caused some trouble due to those pure-blood families, but the battle itself didn't put much pressure on him.

It was at most like playing around with kids.

Seeing Draco's expression become agitated again, seemingly wanting to say something more, Glen interrupted him.

"I forgive you, but you can't use those insulting terms towards wizards from Muggle families anymore, especially towards a little witch named Hermione Granger from Gryffindor." He had to give Draco a preemptive warning to prevent this guy from spewing insults at Hermione and making the little girl, who deep down felt a bit insecure about her own background, unhappy.

"This is not a warning, it's an order. Since you feel indebted to me, then obey. I'll only say this once, there won't be a next time. If I find out that Hermione has been offended by your insulting words, even Snape won't be able to protect you." Glen said calmly, his tone even, yet chilling.

Although Draco was very afraid, his brow furrowed unconsciously again. Glen was his savior, that was true, and he could disregard his blood status. Moreover, his true strength was also very powerful. But to respect other Muggle-borns was not within his consideration.

He still firmly believed that the purity of blood was the most important thing. Glen was just an exception.

Seeing the defiance in Draco's eyes, Glen's dagger had already slid out from his right sleeve, gripped in reverse behind his back.

His gaze cooled slightly. Young man, you're treading on thin ice.

But after thinking it over, he still felt it wasn't necessary. Without clear targets and motives, Glen wouldn't kill children like Draco.

However, Glen had to nip this mentality of Draco's in the bud. If this guy really made Hermione unhappy, that would be the result Glen didn't want to see.

If it really came to that point, then maybe it would be better to kill him.

Glen thought silently, his eyes behind the black silk slightly emitting a red glow, but no one noticed.

He spoke, "Tonight at eight, come to Professor Snape's office for a wizard's duel." Glen gave his response.

Draco's face opposite him suddenly became even more terrified.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Joking aside, now that he knew Glen's identity, how could he dare to engage in a wizard's duel with him?!

Sensing Draco's intense reaction, Glen added, "Not with me, but with the Gryffindor Hermione Granger I just mentioned. I'm issuing a challenge to you on her behalf."

"And Professor Snape will be the referee, to ensure fairness."

Draco hesitated, but after thinking it over, just a Mud... Muggle-born, surely I'm not afraid of her!

I definitely can't beat Glen, but as a pure-blood, surely I can beat this Hermione Granger?

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out a response, "...Fine, I accept!"

Having received the reply, Glen didn't say anything more. He picked up his cane, turned, and left, leaving only Draco's elongated shadow in the dim light of the corridor.

...

"There's such a good thing?" Hermione got excited. To be able to have a proper wizard's duel with that annoying Malfoy, she could hardly wait to correct his backward and wrong pure-blood theory after Malfoy lost.

On the side, Harry and Ron in the distance immediately pricked up their ears.

What? Malfoy? Are you discussing Malfoy?

They vaguely heard Malfoy's name in the content of Glen and Hermione's discussion.

"I told you Hawthorne must have a connection with Malfoy. He might be a spy sent by Malfoy and Snape to find out our Quidditch team's tactics! After all, he's still a Slytherin, maybe he's already pledged allegiance to the Malfoy family!" Ron whispered seriously to Harry. Although it was his guess, he believed he had discovered the truth!

The scheming frog has been feeling your belly all along!

Draco: WTF I didn't, don't make things up!!

They silently crept closer, wanting to eavesdrop, but were noticed by the two.

"Do you need something?" Hermione smiled dangerously at them. She still remembered how they had ignored her advice and insisted on sneaking out at night before.

She stopped her conversation with Glen and started leisurely eating her breakfast. Harry and Ron, having failed to eavesdrop, felt extremely uncomfortable, as if Crookshanks was scratching at their hearts!

But fortunately, at this time, many owls flew in from above. Among them, six were carrying a long, thin package together, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

The six owls dropped the package in front of Harry, and then another owl flew in, dropping a letter for Harry.

He opened the letter and read it carefully. A smile spread across his face as he passed the letter to Ron to read.

"Nimbus 2000!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, but suddenly realizing there was a Slytherin here, he immediately regretted it. Oh no, this guy really heard valuable information.

He angrily looked towards Glen, but found that the other party hadn't paid attention to what was happening here, still calmly drinking his hot milk.

Ron was relieved, thinking Glen hadn't heard, and quickly called Harry to leave the hall and hide this secret weapon well.

However, as they passed through the entrance hall, they encountered Draco's trio. Harry and his friends were immediately on guard, with Ron hurriedly stepping forward to block Draco's line of sight.

The other party didn't pay them any attention, impatiently cursing at them to get out of the way and not block the path, heading towards the Slytherin table in the hall to have their meal.

"Did Malfoy take the wrong potion today? He actually didn't come to bother us, it feels so strange," Ron scratched his head in confusion.

Harry was speechless. Wasn't this a good thing?

-- In the dining hall --

"That's her -- that Hermione Granger," Goyle whispered to Draco, pointing at Hermione beside Glen.

Draco frowned. The two at the Gryffindor table were quietly chatting about something, occasionally smiling at each other, looking very close.

Don't worry, Glen, I will definitely defeat her and then change your view on blood status!

Draco secretly made up his mind, hurriedly finished his breakfast, and rushed to the dormitory. He wanted to formulate a perfect battle plan with his followers. He would surely be able to defeat that presumptuous Muggle-born little girl!

I, Draco Malfoy, will definitely be the winner!