Hogwarts: Who hasn't collected a Horcrux?

The sudden rumor made Malfoy feel strange looks from people around him wherever he went.

Of course, there were also whispers that were just loud enough for him to hear.

"He is the coward Malfoy. It is said that he is a pure-blood wizard from the Holy Twenty-Eight Clans. I think he is nothing special."

"That Malfoy is from Slytherin House, it's normal for him to be a coward"

"……"

All of this made Malfoy feel like a thorn in his back, sitting on pins and needles, and even made him crazy.

William's threat to him came true, but he had no way to stop it.

Even if he told his father Lucius Malfoy, he couldn't stop the gossip.

Even most of the students in Slytherin College were dissatisfied with him.

Although Slytherins are always pretentious and arrogant, they will do anything to win.

But Malfoy failed, and he was crowned with the title of coward.

Not only that, Malfoy's reputation as a coward obviously also affected other Slytherins.

In this case, Malfoy finally couldn't stand it.

He was born in the pure-blood aristocratic Malfoy family. He was loved by his parents since he was a child, so he developed an arrogant and conceited character.

Because of family reasons, he has a deep sense of superiority, and even the two followers of the same pure-blood family are arrogant.

But now, he can't be arrogant anymore.

Coward, coward, these two words deeply hurt him.

He was only eleven years old. Although he had been influenced by his father since childhood, he did not have the deep mind of his father, Lucius Malfoy.

If Lucius Malfoy faced such a situation, he might not be impulsive, because time would eliminate everything.

So many things happened in Hogwarts every day, and this rumor would not last long. It would not take long for no one to mention it.

Then he would wait for the opportunity to retaliate against William and wash away the shame he had suffered.

But Draco was not his father, and he was a little impatient.

So, on Tuesday morning, Draco went to William again.

"Hey, isn't this the coward Master Malfoy? Why are you looking for me again?"

William spoke in a sarcastic tone, making Malfoy's pale face turn red instantly.

He suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth:"Cavendish, don't go too far!"

"Last time I was just haunted by Peeves, I didn't run away."

Malfoy made up a lie and made a pale excuse for himself.

William sneered:"Oh, who would believe such nonsense? You were haunted by Peeves, why didn't you say that you went to stop Voldemort from resurrecting."

Malfoy was shocked to hear William's casual complaints about Voldemort.

"Shut up! I'm not talking to you about this. I want to arrange a wizard duel with you again, this afternoon, in the field outside the castle."

William smiled contemptuously and said with a teasing look on his face:"Malfoy, you won't run away again, will you?"

"I told you I didn't run away, I was just held back by Peeves." Malfoy argued.

"Besides, I am a pure-blood wizard from the Malfoy family of the Holy Twenty-Eight. How could I be afraid of a Muggle-born wizard like you?"

Malfoy really wanted to call William a mudblood, but he didn't have the courage to speak. In his heart, William still had some deterrent power.

"I hope so. I'll wait for you outside the castle for ten minutes at 4pm. Don't let Peeves get to you again."

"Humph! I'll be there at four in the afternoon." Malfoy snorted coldly, turned around and left quickly.

Hermione, who had been sitting next to William and had not spoken, said at this time:"William, the professor will definitely stop us from dueling in the field in front of the castle."

"Don't worry, with Malfoy's strength, I won't need a second spell to deal with him. The duel will be over before the professor arrives." William's nonchalant look made Hermione unconsciously stare at him. The morning class ended peacefully, and William once again added more than ten points for Gryffindor.

At lunch, the Weasley twins came to William's side.

"Boss William, I heard that Malfoy has arranged a wizard duel with you again, is that true?" Fred asked with a smile.

William was a little surprised and asked,"How did you know?"

George said as a matter of course,"Of course I heard it from Ron."

"Oh, I thought Malfoy wanted to prove that he was not a coward, so he spread the word and let you know."

What William said gave the Weasley twins an idea. They looked at each other and realized that they had the same idea.

However, Fred still asked William:"Boss William, are you confident that you can beat Malfoy?"

"If you have confidence, we will help you promote it. If not, we can sell you some props."

William curled his lips. Do these two brothers want to have fun or make some money from him?

He waved his hand and rejected them:"No, I don't want to be treated like a monkey. As for Malfoy, it's not worth mentioning."

"Okay, but it should be okay for us to go and watch the game, right?" George asked with a smile

"It's up to you. Can I stop you from watching?"

"That's good. We'll leave first. We still have classes in the afternoon." The Weasley twins left with a smile.

There was only one Herbology class in the afternoon, and William bought another magical plant from Professor Sprout, which was the feather grass that they studied in class.

Feather grass is a small herb with heart-shaped round leaves, hairs on both sides, and fine serrations on the edges.

Feather grass is a material for making beauty potions.

After class, William did not return to the castle. Instead, after coming out of the greenhouse, he went directly to the venue agreed with Malfoy.

Knowing that William was going to duel with Malfoy, Hermione didn't even go to the library, let alone Harry and Ron.

The three followed William and sat on the grass waiting for Malfoy to keep the appointment.

Not long after, the Weasley twins also ran out of the castle.

"Boss William, are you really not going to buy some props from us?"

Fred asked William again as soon as they met.

William showed a helpless smile. This guy is really persistent.

"No, why would I need any props to deal with a mere Malfoy?"

"Humph! Cavendish, everyone can brag, but it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

Malfoy walked over with a sneer on his face. It was obvious that he had heard what William had just said.

Behind him were still Goyle and Crabbe, two followers, but next to him was a buck-toothed boy who looked like a fifth or sixth grade student.

"Flint! Why is he here?"The Weasley twins frowned and looked at the bucktoothed boy next to Malfoy.

William glanced at Flint casually, then looked at Malfoy who had regained his arrogance.

"Malfoy, stop talking nonsense, let's start, let's speak with strength."

Malfoy stared at William and said,"Let's set the rules first, so that you won't be dissatisfied when you lose. Cavendish, who is your assistant?"

Hearing this, William understood that Malfoy had found a senior assistant, so he was full of confidence.

But he was blinded by his heart, William's strength was not something Flint could deal with.

"I don't need an assistant to deal with people like you." William said calmly, not caring about Malfoy's smile of success.

Sure enough, Malfoy sneered:"You said it yourself, I didn't force you to do it. My assistant is this Marcus Flint."