Chapter 52

Betty looked at the boy in front of her and frowned imperceptibly.

As a pure-blood noble, and also as a beautiful Slytherin pure-blood lady,

Betty had been pursued by countless young men.

They appeared in front of her using all sorts of methods, trying to attract her attention.

Even that little brat from the Malfoy family just now was merely using a different method.

She hated these means of pursuit, yet had no way to speak out, because it would make her appear arrogant and conceited, after all, the other party hadn't said any words of confession.

Over time, she became somewhat fierce.

Especially if the other party offended her, she could absolutely draw her wand at the fastest speed and make him lie on the ground with ease.

Logically speaking, her reputation had spread throughout Hogwarts, and no one dared to provoke her blindly, which was why she had attended that ball.

Who would have thought that there were no male wizards of her age inviting her to dance, and as a result, a little brat like Malfoy who hadn't even entered school yet insisted on dancing with her.

Betty knew the other party might just be spoiled at home, willful and reckless, and his invitation to her was out of liking, but more out of wanting to show off.

Showing off that he could invite her, the "Queen Bee" of Slytherin, to dance.

As a result, after being rejected by her, he started finding trouble for her in all sorts of ways.

She actually wasn't afraid of this Malfoy at all.

This guy only knew how to talk big on the outside; if she hadn't been avoiding a Muggle's touch just now, Malfoy wouldn't have been able to touch her at all.

And if it weren't for Malfoy suddenly bringing up her family, she might have already left by now.

But even so, she wouldn't take action here; she would give Malfoy a profound lesson after school started.

Let him understand that not all pure-bloods were like those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle!

It was just that what exceeded her expectations was that, when she was preparing to leave, another little brat, just as young as Malfoy, had crowded over.

And he had said a whole bunch of words about pure-bloods not being higher than others.

Naive!

How could pure-bloods not be higher than others?

Pure-blood families had a heritage that Muggle families didn't have, had a more noble status, and had assets that Muggles didn't have.

Why couldn't pure-bloods be higher than others for that?

Betty thought with some annoyance.

She thought, if this boy was here to curry favor, then he was wrong!

She, the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family.

The Queen Bee of Slytherin.

Would absolutely not be moved by someone with such theories!

Betty's face turned cold, and she looked at Darren coldly.

She wanted to let this little brat know that the glory of the pure-bloods could not be offended!

Especially someone like Darren, who one look told her was a little brat who hadn't grown up in the magical world!

Perhaps he was even a Muggle-born Mudblood.

Thinking of this, Betty even started to get angry.

She shouldn't have wasted her breath on Malfoy here, which had attracted this kind of little brat.

She even felt disgusted just thinking about his identity!

It was just that before she could coldly rebuke this little brat who might enter the stupid Hufflepuff, or perhaps the reckless Gryffindor, she heard Malfoy already starting to issue disdainful mockery.

"I think Hogwarts is truly terrible, recruiting Muggle-born Mudbloods like you every year.

Dirty and smelly, I think you might even be wearing Muggle clothes under your robes, right?

Hurry up and roll back to your Muggle world; maybe you can find a Muggle lady like yourself there."

Malfoy dragged out his voice, speaking in an arrogant tone with disdain, and he looked at Darren with irony.

Looking at his eyes, which seemed to be wandering, he continued with contempt: "Pure-bloods are always nobler than Mudbloods!"

Darren's thoughts were pulled back to reality by Malfoy's words.

Looking at the "Draco" in front of him.

He rolled his eyes.

Whether life is equal or not, there is no need to doubt.

But it was obvious that half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards were stronger than pure-blood wizards.

This guy was probably still unaware that Voldemort's mother was a Squib and his father was a Muggle; speaking of which, Voldemort was a Mudblood too!

Didn't he still step on all these pure-bloods under his feet?

Hilarious, were these pure-blood wizards all being played by Voldemort? ===== CHAPTER 54 =====