Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's latest love-hate interaction was truly unexpected.
"Do you think those three know the answer to this question?"
"That's probably impossible. Given how angry Professor Snape looks, the answer must be his deepest secret. How could he let others know it so easily?"
The young Slytherin Wizards gathered together, whispering among themselves.
They had no idea that Professor Snape, usually so stern, would actually target Harry.
"Then do you think it's possible that Professor Snape was instructed by Professor Dumbledore to specifically target Harry?"
"I think that's very possible—definitely more likely than the first and fourth answers. After all, how could Harry be Professor Snape's illegitimate son? And the last answer is so vague it makes no sense."
"You have a point, Blaise. I agree. It's very likely that Professor Dumbledore instructed our Dean to specifically target Harry.
Our Dean has always been biased toward us and extremely hostile toward those Gryffindor brutes. This wouldn't make anyone suspicious."
Pansy spoke, her eyes glinting.
Professor Snape stared intently at the words on the card, but his attention was fixed primarily on that one line:
The person he dislikes the most, and the eyes of the person he loves the most.
Lily...
"Which of you three will go first?"
Aiden asked with a smile, even though no one could see it.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, but before either of them could respond, Draco had already jumped forward impatiently.
"I'll go first!" he shouted.
Harry and Ron were more than happy to let Draco go first—after all, having a free scout wasn't something that happened often.
Aiden looked at Draco, while to the outside world, Draco appeared full of confidence, as if he had everything under control.
"That kid Draco… he's probably going to get the answer wrong again and be punished by the [Live Broadcast Q&A System]."
A burst of laughter erupted from the Gryffindor Wizards.
Professor McGonagall, overhearing their discussion, couldn't help but smile.
"That's still better than you Gryffindors," someone from Slytherin retorted bitterly.
"How come I remember that in the [Live Broadcast Q&A System], there's only one Slytherin—Draco—while we have at least three, and one of them is Harry?"
Lee Jordan stepped forward, speaking sharply.
As expected of a future Quidditch commentator, his words hit like arrows.
The Slytherins were left speechless.
None of them could explain why three Gryffindors appeared in the Q&A Space while Slytherin had only one—and he was basically a clown.
At this moment, someone from Slytherin had to step up.
"So what? Doesn't that just prove our Slytherin Wizards are stronger? One of us is worth three of you! Draco is an elite of Slytherin!"
Marcus Flint stepped forward to counterattack, but his gaze wasn't on Lee Jordan at all.
His eyes were fixed on one person in Gryffindor.
Only one person could be his true rival.
Lee Jordan opened his mouth to respond, but a hand landed on his shoulder.
It was Wood.
He understood Marcus's look—pure provocation, burning with challenge.
It was an invitation from his destined opponent.
How could he back down?
"Still one versus three? Still a Slytherin elite? In my opinion, he's just a backdrop for Harry and the others—nothing more than a Slytherin clown."
Wood kept his hand on Lee's shoulder, but his gaze locked with Marcus's.
A silent electric spark flashed between them.
"Are you trying to pick a fight? Brute!"
"You keep saying that. I think the real brute is you, rotten snake!"
"Hmph! All you have are sharp words. What else can you do besides that?"
"I can also defeat your Slytherin Quidditch team. Your team isn't worth mentioning."
"If our team isn't worth mentioning, I hope you can still stand and say that later."
Representing both houses, the two glared at each other, tension thick between them.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students watched eagerly.
They found the drama exhilarating and secretly hoped the two houses would start fighting.
"Enough. Quiet down, or Slytherin and Gryffindor will return to their common rooms immediately."
Professor McGonagall's stern gaze swept across the crowd. Anyone who met her eyes immediately tensed.
Her authority had long been established—her aura was something these young Wizards could not resist.
Even Marcus and Wood felt a cold shiver.
"Hmph!" Both snorted at each other and retreated back to their respective groups.
Draco, meanwhile, was brimming with confidence.
He was certain he wouldn't answer incorrectly again.
He hadn't read the previous question carefully.
But this time, he had looked three times—three!—and confirmed it was clearly a freebie.
Draco nearly burst out laughing.
"Stupid Potter, stupid Weasley!"
"They don't even dare to snatch a freebie—they're so hesitant."
"This time, watch how I, Draco Malfoy, completely suppress the two of you."
"Hahahahaha!"
He glanced sideways at Harry, disdain written all over his face.
In his mind, he could already see it: punching Harry, kicking Ron, crushing Gryffindor beneath his feet.
The scene was glorious. Beautiful, even.
Harry, watching Draco, felt increasingly confused by Draco's glances and that… smile.
Could it be… Draco actually had feelings for him?
Harry's hair stood on end.
In that instant, he had only one thought:
After this [Live Broadcast Q&A System] session ends, I need to stay as far away from Draco as humanly possible.
Preferably never see him again.
"Ahem. Draco, state your answer."
Seeing Draco lost in fantasy, occasionally glancing at Harry with a smile,
Aiden sighed.
It seemed Draco truly loved Harry deeply.