Since Draco discovered in the ret brawl that Glen was very likely the bck-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, pletely against the etiquette of his noble pure-blood status.

  This made Draco feel extremely ashamed. What oh had he done?! From the start of the school year until now, he had beeing 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 khat when fag evil dark wizards, Glen could fight three at once, instantly taking doith the fate of the third unknown. Who knows what happeo that one? He must not have been serious when fag 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. Beflen 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 pnned an ambush against his own savior, and it had failed. He had even been knocked unscious.

  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 ighe sequences of this i. 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 beor's kindness with enmity, even if he had already been punished.

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

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

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

  "...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 retly restrained himself and goraight to bed upourning 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.

  Draustered up his ce and apologized to Glen, "Um! I, I want to say, I'm sorry! The i 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 reized you now, and I've done such a thing to you... I hereby apologize to you! I swear on the Malfoy hat I will never let such a thing happen again."

  "I don't expect you tive me, I just wao tell you these things. If you feel you need any pensation, just say it! I will try my best to make amends for this!" His face flushed red as he blurted out a long spee 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 someoh Draco's nasty personality would take the initiative to crify the facts and personally e 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 as was rare.

  Glen shook his head and calmly said, "I don't mind. Helping you before was just something I did in passing, o 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 pying around with kids.

  Seeing Draco's expression bee agitated again, seemingly wanting to say something mlen interrupted him.

  "I five you, but you 't use those insulting terms towards wizards from Muggle families anymore, especially towards a little witamed 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 dow a bit insecure about her own background, unhappy.

  "This is not a warning, it's an order. Since you feel ied to me, then obey. I'll only say this ohere won't be a ime. 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 eve chilling.

  Although Draco was very afraid, his brow furrowed unsciously 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 gle-borns was not within his sideration.

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

  Seeing the defian 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 bck silk slightly emitting a red glow, but no oiced.

  He spoke, "Tonight at eight, e 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 rea, Glen added, "Not with me, but with the Gryffindor Hermione Granger I just mentioned. I'm issuing a challeo 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 't beat Glen, but as a pure-blood, surely I 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 e, turned, a, leaving only Draco's elongated shadow in the dim light of the corridor.

  ......

  "There's such a good thing?" Hermio 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 tent of Glen and Hermione's discussion.

  "I told you Hawthorne must have a e with Malfoy. He might be a spy sent by Malfoy and So find out our Quidditch team's tactics! After all, he's still a Slytherin, maybe he's already pledged allegiao 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 advid insisted on sneaking out at night before.

  She stopped her versation with Glen and started leisurely eating her breakfast. Harry and Ron, having failed to eavesdrop, felt extremely unfortable, as if Crookshanks was scratg 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 opehe letter and read it carefully. A smile spread across his face as he passed the letter to Ron to read.

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

  He angrily looked tlen, 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 on well.

  However, as they passed through the entrance hall, they entered 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 e to bother us, it feels se," Ron scratched his head in fusion.

  Harry eechless. 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 frowhe two at the Gryffindor table were quietly chatting about something, occasionally smiling at each other, looking very close.

  Don't wlen, I will definitely defeat her and then ge your view on blood status!

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

  I, Draalfoy, will definitely be the winner!