The entire banquet hall instantly fell silent.
The applause stopped.
The murmurs vanished.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the ice-blue-haired witch sitting calmly in the corner, as if they were seeing her for the first time.
Felix’s father, Avery Rosier, the head of the Rosier family, shot up from his chair, his face livid with rage.
He pointed at Nora, his voice trembling with fury.
“You… you dared lay a hand on my son?!”
Isabella also walked over, the smile on her face long gone, replaced by a condescending arrogance and accusation.
“Miss Nora, Felix proposed to you sincerely.
Even if you didn’t accept, you had no right to be so rude!
As expected of someone Muggle-born—you have no manners at all!”
She deliberately emphasized the words “Muggle-born,” the contempt in her eyes completely undisguised.
Nora slowly rose to her feet and brushed the cookie crumbs from her hands, her movements calm and unhurried.
She looked at Avery Rosier, then swept her gaze over Isabella.
There was not the slightest trace of warmth in her ice-blue eyes.
“First,” she said, her clear voice carrying through the entire banquet hall, “his proposal is his business.
My refusal is mine.
Using magic to send someone harassing me flying is, in my opinion, already quite ‘polite.'”
“Second,” her gaze settled on Isabella’s face, “my birth is not yours to judge.
Mrs.
Fawley, instead of worrying about other people’s manners, perhaps you should teach your daughter what ‘respect’ means.
After all, a family that doesn’t even care whether its own daughter lives or dies has no right to speak of ‘manners.'”
Her final sentence was spoken very softly, yet it was like an icicle, piercing straight into Isabella’s heart.
Isabella’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
How did she know about Luna?
Avery Rosier was completely enraged by Nora’s attitude.
He drew his wand, pointed the tip at Nora, and roared, “Arrogant little brat!
Today, I’ll teach you that the dignity of a pure-blood family is not something you can provoke!”
“Petrificus Totalus!”
A streak of red light shot toward Nora, as fast as lightning.
The guests let out a wave of startled cries.
Many instinctively took a step back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Yona hid behind her mother, her little face flushed with excitement.
She had long found this “Muggle witch” unpleasant to look at.
It would be best if Uncle Avery taught her a proper lesson!
However, in the face of the spell rushing toward her, Nora merely shifted slightly to the side.
Her foot tapped lightly against the floor, and she dodged as lightly as a feather.
The red light brushed past her wizard robes and struck an oil painting behind her.
The Fawley ancestor in the portrait was instantly petrified, frozen in a ridiculous pose.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Nora raised an eyebrow, a trace of mockery in her tone.
“Head of the Rosier family, with magic like that, I’m afraid you’re not even on par with a first-year Hogwarts student.”
“You’re asking for death!” Avery trembled with rage and fired off several spells in succession.
“Bat-Bogey Hex!” “Incarcerous!” “Incendio!”
A swarm of black bats, silvery ropes, and leaping flames attacked Nora one after another, sealing off the space around her completely.
Isabella also drew her wand and joined the attack.
“Stupefy!”
She was clearly trying to make Nora embarrass herself in front of everyone.
Yet even while being attacked from both sides, Nora remained perfectly at ease.
She did not choose to take the spells head-on.
Instead, relying on her agile movements and precise judgment, she threaded through the gaps between the curses.
Her movements were so fast they almost left afterimages.
Her long ice-blue hair traced elegant arcs through the air, as if she were performing a dangerous yet graceful dance.
“Expelliarmus!”
Just as Avery was about to cast his next spell, Nora suddenly stopped and swung her wand.
A red light struck Avery’s wrist with perfect precision.
His wand flew out with a sharp whoosh and landed in Nora’s hand.
“The same trick won’t work on me twice.” Nora weighed the wand in her hand, then casually tossed it to the floor and crushed it beneath her foot.
Avery stared at his empty hand, then at his ruined wand.
He was so furious his vision went dark, and he nearly fainted.
Isabella’s spell was also reflected back by Nora’s “Impediment Jinx.” The silvery ropes ended up binding Isabella herself tightly, leaving her hanging upside down in midair.
The hem of her sapphire-blue gown drooped downward, exposing the petticoat underneath.
She looked utterly wretched.
“Ah—!
Let me down!” Isabella screamed, her face flushed scarlet with shame and anger.
The surrounding guests were completely dumbfounded.
The head of the Rosier family and Mrs.
Fawley had joined forces, yet they had been effortlessly defeated by a witch who had only just graduated?
And she had not even used any particularly advanced spells.
From beginning to end, she had only relied on the most basic Impediment Jinx, Disarming Charm, and agile footwork.
Was this the strength of Hogwarts’ “number one genius”?
Felix climbed up from the floor.
He looked at his aunt hanging upside down, then at his trembling father, who was shaking with rage, and finally at Nora’s calm expression.
Suddenly, he felt that his proposal just now had been nothing but a joke.
How had he ever thought he could beat this woman?
And how had he ever thought that this woman would be “worthy” of him?
Nora clapped her hands lightly, as if dusting off some dirt.
Without even glancing at the suspended Isabella or the furious Avery, she turned and walked toward the door.
“The pie today tasted quite good,” she left behind in a light, casual tone.
“It’s just a shame the hosts don’t quite understand hospitality.”
With that, she pushed open the doors of the banquet hall and disappeared outside.
Even after the doors closed, the banquet hall remained deathly silent.
Only after quite a while did a few bolder guests cautiously step forward to lower the upside-down Isabella, while others went to comfort Avery, who looked as though he was about to explode from anger.
Abrac stood in place with a livid expression, looking at the ruined banquet hall and the barely concealed shock and mockery on the guests’ faces.
His cheeks burned as though he had been slapped.
Today was supposed to be the day they washed away the disgrace of the “Squib” and displayed the glory of pure blood.
Yet in the end, a Muggle-born witch had turned everything upside down, reducing them to a laughingstock among the entire pure-blood circle!
“Investigate her!” Abrak gritted his teeth, his voice icy.
“Find out everything about that Nora!
I’ll make her pay the price!”
Jonah hid in a corner, watching the chaos before her.
A trace of fear flashed through her light gray eyes, but it was quickly replaced by even deeper jealousy.
Why?
Why could that Muggle witch be so powerful?
Why was everyone talking about her?
She clenched the acceptance letter in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Just wait.
Once she went to Hogwarts, she would definitely become even stronger than that woman!
She would make everyone know that the heir of the Fawley family was the one who truly shone the brightest!
Just as the atmosphere in the banquet hall dropped to freezing point and everyone tried to clean up the aftermath—
Creak—
The doors Nora had pushed open were suddenly opened once again.
A small, thin figure appeared in the doorway.
She wore a set of coarse clothes that had been washed until they had turned pale.
Her long silver-white hair hung messily over her shoulders, and the ends were still stained with a bit of mud.
Her face was so pale it was almost translucent.
Only her light gray eyes shone with startling brightness in the dim light, like flames tempered in ice.
It was Luna.
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