"Alright, that's the end of class." Professor McGonagall tidied her books and reminded, "Don't forget to review the material for the next lesson."
"Hey, Harry." Rimuru approached Harry with a friendly smile. "I heard you're heading to Quidditch practice after this?"
"Yeah. Are you interested? You could come along with us," Harry offered warmly. He already had a great impression of this new transfer student—not only was Rimuru attractive, but also incredibly kind and well-liked by everyone.
"Bestie, I'm starving." At that moment, Milim walked over, clutching her stomach and whining pitifully. "Let's go get something to eat, quickly!"
"Ah, sorry about that, Harry. We'll come find you after we've had lunch," Rimuru apologized.
"No problem." Harry smiled, understanding.
"Let's go!" Rimuru, slightly exasperated, grabbed Milim and marched toward the Great Hall.
Watching their retreating figures, Harry spaced out for a moment.
"What are you staring at? They're already far away." Hermione rolled her eyes, nudging him. "Come on, practice is about to start."
"Oh—right, coming!" Harry snapped back to reality, his cheeks flushing red as he rushed toward the training field.
Just as in the original story, they ran into Malfoy. As expected, tensions rose and an argument broke out between the two sides.
With a smug expression, Malfoy sneered, "Harry, you need to understand your place. You're just a worthless loser, and I'll stomp you into the ground."
Harry's rage surged, but before he could snap back, Hermione couldn't hold her tongue. "Is that so? At least Harry didn't have to buy his way onto the team. He made it with talent alone."
Malfoy, hearing that, strode over arrogantly and spat, "Who gave you permission to speak? Filthy little Mudblood."
"Say that again, if you dare." Hermione's eyes blazed with fury, the fire in them impossible to hide.
"So what if I do? Muuuud—blooood—" Malfoy deliberately repeated, drawing the words out provocatively.
"Die!"
A voice roared from the distance—so cold and filled with such unbridled rage that it sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Malfoy didn't even see it coming. A monstrous force slammed into him, blasting the air from his lungs. Blood spurted from his mouth as his body was hurled across the courtyard and slammed hard against a stone wall.
"Who's there?!" Panic erupted among the students, and they instinctively backed away in fear.
Milim stood with her fists clenched, eyes blazing as she glared at Malfoy's teammates. If they didn't offer a proper explanation, they might not live to see the next sunrise.
"Milim? You're here?" Hermione gasped in surprise.
"Ah!" At the sound of Hermione's voice, Milim relaxed her glare and turned toward her.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" she asked with concern. She had just finished eating and was on her way to find Harry when she witnessed the slur thrown at Hermione. Having seen the movies, she knew exactly what that word meant—and she'd snapped.
"I'm fine. Thank you!" Hermione's eyes glistened, deeply moved.
"It's nothing, really. We're friends." Milim comforted her gently. "If anyone dares to hurt you, I'll never let them off. And Rimuru won't either."
"She's right."
Rimuru walked over, expression cold and serious. Despite his petite frame, an overwhelming pressure radiated from him. Everyone around instinctively shrank back.
"Sir Rimuru!" Tears spilled from Hermione's eyes again. What a couple of idiots, she thought fondly.
"Alright, alright, don't cry." Rimuru reached out and gently wiped away her tears. "We're your friends. Of course we'd step in."
"You lot—have you decided how you wanna die?" Milim cracked her knuckles, her adorable face now terrifyingly fierce as she advanced on the Slytherin team.
What followed was a chorus of gut-wrenching screams that echoed across the campus—so tragic that even listeners would weep, and onlookers would feel heartbroken.
"Ah, that felt good." Milim clapped her hands, letting out a long sigh. Every Slytherin player lay sprawled on the ground, their faces so swollen they looked like pig heads.
Not far off, the Gryffindor students were slack-jawed in shock, eyes wide and mouths hanging open, some even big enough to fit a fist. They swallowed nervously as they looked at Milim.
"Don't you think that was a bit too much?" Hermione frowned at the pile of battered students. As satisfying as it felt, this was still a school—attacking classmates like this could get them in serious trouble.
"You really think of us as students?" Rimuru raised an eyebrow, slightly exasperated. Honestly, he could squash so-called 'Dark Lords' and 'White Wizards' with a flick of his finger—like they'd be scared of school rules?
"Uh…" Sweat beaded on Hermione's forehead. Right. Why was I even worried about them? If anything, she should be concerned about whether Hogwarts would survive the two of them. Dumbledore may be powerful, but these two… heh.
"Hey, are you guys planning to stand there all day?" Milim frowned, looking at Harry and the others still frozen in place.
"But the training grounds were… Oh, never mind. Let's go," their team captain started to protest, only to glance at the groaning Slytherin players on the ground. He quickly changed his mind.
"Should we take them to the infirmary?" Rimuru asked. As annoying as they were, they were still just kids.
"Why bother?" Milim rejected the idea instantly. "Let them rot here. No need to waste time. Let's go!"
Rimuru sighed softly. With a flick of his hand, a soft green light enveloped the injured students, making sure they wouldn't suffer any serious consequences. Then, he turned and followed the others.
"Who are they really…?"
Not far away, a certain old man had been silently observing the entire scene. It was none other than Professor Dumbledore—the Headmaster of Hogwarts and widely considered the strongest wizard alive.
"There are no records of them in any of our files," Dumbledore murmured, eyes gleaming behind his half-moon spectacles. "Yet their presence feels so… natural. This isn't something ordinary people can pull off."
With a gentle wave of his wand, a flash of white light sparkled—and both Dumbledore and the unconscious students vanished without a trace.