Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 40 You just need to clench your fist

After school started, Gryffindor Quidditch training tasks became much heavier, which made Harry quite tired.

What made him feel even worse was that Snape volunteered to be the referee of the Quidditch match - given his personality, he would definitely favor Gryffindor's opponents in the match.

Hermione and Ron even tried to convince Harry to give up participating in the Quidditch match.

Although they had learned from Damon that it was Professor Quirrell, not Snape, who attacked Harry last time, it was still fraught with danger.

God knows why the seemingly honest Professor Quirrell would attack Harry? And why did the other professors remain silent?
What if Harry's broomstick is enchanted again during this match? Will they be able to stop it on their own again?

Snape is such a despicable person that he must have hoped that Harry would get injured during the game and be unable to participate in subsequent Quidditch games, so that the Slytherin House he represents would have one less strong rival.

"We must find news about Nicolas Flamel! I have a feeling this is important!"

"Hey, why don't we go talk to Damon? Not only about Nicolas Flamel, but also about the Quidditch match. From what I hear, he doesn't seem to be planning on watching this Quidditch match.

If he doesn't go, what will happen if another accident happens?"

Hermione glanced at Ron and wanted to say, "We can solve it ourselves," but she didn't say anything in the end - it had been so long since the school started, and she and Damon had only met a few times, let alone a proper communication.

Damon was always in a hurry, and even more so since he started eating beef noodles - his eating time never exceeded ten minutes, during which time he would also watch "Transfiguration Today", and his concentration made Hermione embarrassed to disturb him.

She felt that her relationship with Damon was becoming increasingly unfamiliar, as if the two of them had taken different paths.

Although Damon gave her a signed collector's set of all Lockhart books for Christmas—a gift she was delighted with—Hermione always felt like something was missing.

"You say..." Harry pursed his lips, "where on earth does Damon practice spells?"

"Oh—you finally said it. I thought I was the only one who was curious."

"Do we really have to discuss this now? The important thing is Nicolas Flamel—once we find out about him, we can put the search for Daemon on the next agenda."

"Do you know where Damon is?"

The three of them turned around suddenly and saw Neville approaching them with a sad face.

"W-what happened?"

"Neville, you don't look well."

"Malfoy—he was hanging around outside the library, saying he was going to practice the Leg Locking Charm on me the next time he saw me."

"So you want Damon to help you out?"

"Neville, you must resist. He has always been domineering. There is no reason for us to give in to him and let him succeed easily."

"You don't have to tell me I'm too timid to be in Gryffindor. Malfoy has already told me that."

Neville left with a sad face.

"This is an opportunity! We can use Neville's case to ask Damon for help—and mention our own needs, right?"

Hermione and Ron remained silent upon hearing Harry's suggestion.

Previously, the trio felt that Damon was a bit like a snow eagle on an ice cliff, solitary and elegant. It was hard to describe that feeling - Damon was obviously their friend, and the other party said so, but they always felt that there was a layer of film between them and the other party, and there was an indescribable sense of alienation.

Even Hermione didn't dare to chat with Damon casually - in fact, she had simulated every sentence she wanted to say to Damon in her mind before she opened her mouth.

It was precisely because of this that, even though the Duel Prince's reputation grew in the first grade, no one was so blind as to dare to approach him without permission.

I heard that the little witches even formed a "Duel Prince Protection Support Group" with the purpose of eliminating anyone who rashly approaches Damon White.

Obviously, they seemed to have regarded Damon as some kind of holy relic that could not be approached or desecrated.

"Don't worry, I know Damon, and I have a feeling he will tell us the answer this time."

After the Mirror of Erised incident, Harry's affection for Damon soared, and he also felt that he understood and got closer to Damon. He was confident that Damon would not reject him.

The next day, the trio and Neville approached Damon who was having breakfast.

"Oh, the four of you are here together? What's going on?"

Damon looked with interest at the emerging paper on Gamp's Law of Transfiguration in Transfiguration Today - this paper talked about the connection between magic and matter, and deduced that with enough magic, it would be possible to change the nature of the transformed object.

If successful, this would undoubtedly be a subversion of Gamp's law of transformation.

However, the person who proposed this paper failed to do this and only put forward a few theories and conjectures - obviously, his magic was not enough to carry out his argument.

But Daemon can do it—try it tonight when you practice Transfiguration.

"Damon."

Neville walked forward pitifully and told Malfoy that he was going to bully him.

The three little ones watched this scene helplessly, thinking that Damon would definitely persuade Neville to resist bravely.

Unexpectedly, Damon's reaction was far more intense than theirs.

"Oh—I warned him seriously before, and he still dared to scare you?"

Damon stood up suddenly, and this action scared the four people. Many wizards who were secretly paying attention to Damon immediately cast their eyes over to him, which made Neville's heartbeat speed up slightly - he was not used to being stared at so much.

After confirming that Malfoy was in the hall, Damon asked:
"Neville, what do you want me to do?"

"Me? I hope you can tell him to stop trying to practice spells on me."

"Oh, that's easy, but Neville, would you mind going a little overboard?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Get it right in one go, and let him remember it."

Damon pulled Neville to his feet and whispered in his ear:
"I'll take you to give him a good beating. You don't need to think about anything, just use your fists. I'll take care of everything that happens next. Do you understand?"

"Da-Damon?"

Neville didn't understand.

But after meeting Damon's eyes, he suddenly accepted it.

Under the gaze of those eyes that bred swords and fire, Neville felt that he could do anything.

It's not understanding, it's not determination, it's just acceptance.

"Okay, I will—Damon, I will do it."

"Very good, Neville, follow me closely, don't think about anything, clench your fists!"

So, Neville clenched his fists tightly, stared at Malfoy with a look as if he were the murderer of his father, and followed Damon to the Slytherin table.

"Wait—what are you going to do!?"

Hermione's face suddenly turned pale, as if she had foreshadowed something was about to happen, and she looked horrible.

The trio's hearts were pounding so hard that they felt like they were about to jump out of their chests!
They were filled with three kinds of emotions as they watched the tall and handsome young man walking forward with the red-faced boy behind him.

"Hey! Malfoy! What did I tell you before!"

Inside the auditorium, the boy's roar was heard.

(End of this chapter)