The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Just as he was about to use a knockback spell on Ron's stomach, Harry stopped him and made him cast the spell on the ceiling instead.

The chandelier was shattered by this curse, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

This caused the onlookers to immediately back away, but Malfoy became even angrier.

Harry's actions completely disillusioned him, and he decided to teach Harry a lesson as well.

Seeing this, the older students around not only didn't stop them, but cheered loudly.

Since it's just first-graders fighting, they won't really get to the bottom of it.

What's more, the people fighting were Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Draco family, and Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived.

Not everyone has the courage to stop all of this.

Apart from Hermione and Dolly who rushed over.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

With a flick of her wrist, Hermione sent the wand that Harry and Malfoy were fighting over floating into the air.

35. Third update. Was he cursing me?

The group of people who were fighting stopped and looked at the newcomers with curiosity.

"So what happened?"

Dolly was a step behind Hermione, and the instant she stepped into the room, even Malfoy, who was glaring at Harry, instinctively turned his gaze to Dolly.

Her golden hair swayed slightly, unable to conceal her delicate face.

His green eyes swept over everyone, a hint of annoyance playing on his lips.

Despite her small size, no one dared to meet her gaze at that moment.

However, people quickly realized that he was just a freshman who hadn't even enrolled yet, so what was there to be afraid of?

It wasn't until they looked again that they realized they weren't looking away out of fear.

Just looking into the eyes of the girl in front of him made him feel guilty, afraid that he would show an unnatural expression.

Malfoy broke free from Harry, glared at Dolly, but his voice unconsciously dropped a notch as he asked, "And who are you?"

"Sister, don't worry about it, this is my business."

Harry spoke first, his sister's arrival making him a little flustered.

Although he was very tough in front of Malfoy, and wasn't even afraid of Malfoy's wand, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his sister.

Harry took a step forward, about to attack Malfoy again, when he felt himself being suddenly pulled backward.

It turned out that Dolly had strode forward, grabbed Harry by the collar, and pulled him to a stop.

Most people are unaware of what happened in that brief moment.

Harry's shoulders twitched, as if he were back in the days when he was dominated by Dolly the Boxer Tank.

"Harry, is this how you come out to look for toads?"

Dolly's words made Harry completely give up resistance, and he hung his head in dejection, ready to be scolded by his sister.

However, Dolly didn't do it in public, not only to protect Harry's dignity, but also because she knew...

If Harry and Malfoy had a conflict, then the blame probably doesn't lie with Harry.

This wasn't Dolly's prejudice; it was simply because Malfoy really wasn't a good person.

Arrogant, concerned with saving face, and competitive.

If it were just these shortcomings, he wouldn't be so bad, but after his initial defeat against Harry...

These flaws quickly veered into malice, vanity, jealousy, and even racism, which are not things that can be easily forgiven.

Of course, Dolly wouldn't jump to conclusions immediately, so she said, "You tell me, what exactly happened?"

She pointed to Neville, who had just been pushed down by Crabbe and was now standing up, saying, "My toad climbed onto Malfoy's shoulder, and he got angry and punched me."

“I think it’s fine, but Harry thinks he should apologize. Malfoy didn’t apologize, so we started fighting.”

"Is what he said true?"

Dolly looked at Malfoy, who instinctively wanted to nod, but then realized something was wrong and said, "Why should I explain to you?"

“I’ve already explained it, but Harry Potter didn’t take it seriously!”

"Now that you've taken my wand, are you really ready to fight me?"

Malfoy's eyes were already a little red. When did he suffer this injustice?

And even if Harry is one thing, does this girl in front of him have the right to point fingers at him?

That attitude was even worse than Harry's!

Seeing Malfoy's aggrieved look, Dolly instantly lost her anger.

It's just kids fighting after all. If she really gets involved, it might backfire.

Although Dolly doesn't intend, nor does she think, that Malfoy's future will be much different from the original story.

But we can't let Malfoy attribute his future downfall to Dolly, that harmless little witch.

So she said, "Harry, the parties involved aren't pursuing this anymore, so don't do anything unnecessary."

"Standing up for others is not something we should do. Let's clean up here and go back together."

"As for you, young master, you wouldn't want us to be punished by the teacher before we even start school, would you?"

"How about we end it here? You haven't lost out, have you?"

Draco stared intently at Dolly, then turned his gaze to Harry, without uttering a word.

He didn't want it to end like this, but his wand was still floating in the sky.

The little witch with messy hair in the distance still had a slight smile on her face, as if she were watching a play.

In the end, Draco chose to give up, saying, "Give me back my wand first."

Dolly glanced at Hermione, and Hermione stopped the magic.

The wand fell from the sky and landed in Malfoy's hand.

Seeing that Malfoy made no further moves, Dolly assumed he had accepted the offer and pulled Harry toward turning back.

But having just arrived in Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy, growing increasingly angry, couldn't help but ask, "I've never heard of a boy who survived a great calamity having a sister. Are you also named Potter?"

Malfoy's logic was simple: whenever he met someone, he would always inquire about their background so that he could regain face by relying on the honor of his pure-blood family.

Dolly, who already knew what Malfoy was up to, didn't want to answer him.

Crabbe and Goyle, understanding each other perfectly, blocked Dolly's path, clearly having her cornered.

Dolly looked thin and pale.

"What, you're afraid to answer?"

Malfoy laughed too, thinking he had arrived at his favorite part: bullying people with their family background.

At this moment, Dolly finally spoke: "Dolly, Dolly Dursley."

"I've never heard of a wizard named Dursley. You wouldn't happen to be... a Muggle, would you?"

Malfoy opened his mouth wide in an exaggerated manner, then looked around.

The Slytherin students, who were also like Malfoy, started to jeer, but Dolly calmly said, "I was indeed a Muggle before, but Hogwarts doesn't admit Muggles."

"Or do you think that Headmaster Dumbledore and Vice-Headmaster McGonagall are both senile?"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Even if the pure-blood wizards of Slytherin were dissatisfied with Muggles, they dared not point fingers at Dumbledore and McGonagall.

But this was not what Malfoy wanted. Seeing himself humiliated again, he squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.

"Mudblood!"

Upon hearing this, Ron looked at Malfoy in shock.

Neville's face flushed red instantly, and anger rose from the timid little fat boy, making him clench his fists.

As for Harry and Hermione, they both looked blank. What is a Mudblood?

Dolly naturally knew what Mudblood was. The word could be simply understood as a hybrid, a derogatory term used by pure-blood wizards to refer to wizards whose families had Muggle blood.

The moment Dolly heard that word, she knew she couldn't escape it.

So she released Harry's collar and asked Neville, "What is a Mudblood?"

Neville blushed, unsure how to explain, because explaining would be tantamount to insulting Dolly again.

"Anyway, he was insulting me, right?"

Neville nodded quickly.

"That's fine."

Dolly turned around and clenched her fists.

Her small, pale fists made a throbbing sound that seemed completely out of place with Dolly's size.

Chapter 36, First Update: Iron Fist Dolly

This sudden change caused a gasp of surprise in the carriage.

The older students were wondering what kind of spectacle a bunch of freshmen who hadn't even enrolled yet could possibly create.

But now, they have to admit that they've never seen anything like it before.

A little girl who looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind actually raised her fists in front of two tall and strong boys.

Although the sound of your fists cracking is amazing, you'll probably cry for a long time if you get punched in the next minute, right?