HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 82: Giant's Blood?! ] (Patreon)

Daphne let out a sigh, "I'd wish the two of you would just get along?"

"I would, if she apologized for coating Hermes in honey," I added, narrowing my eyes at the black-haired witch.

"And I keep telling you it was an accident. Plus, I caught that little thief eyeing my jewelry more than once before they disappeared," she shot back with a glare.

"Enough both of you," Daphne said, massaging her forehead.

"Fine. So, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Instead of replying, Daphne took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I said opening it to see it was some type of list.

She folded her hands under her chest, "As expected, the party was a huge hit. As a result, I've been receiving a lot of requests on some hard to get items, mostly desserts and makeup, with the odd trinket here and there. I've set up a temporary shop in the girls dorms and as you can see I'm already being swamped with orders."

"I'll say. 3 dozen cupcakes, 10 bags of crisps, and 34 makeup kits…" I read out, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"How soon can you get them," she said undeterred.

I stared at her for several seconds before finally letting out a sigh and shaking my head, "I can have them by tomorrow," I then gave Tracy a look, "provided of course, that someone doesn't decide to glue Hermes' wings together."

"Why yo-"

"That won't be a problem," Daphne interrupted her, as she gave her friend a meaningful look.

"Then I'll have them for breakfast," I told her. I should have most of the things on the list in my inventory anyways.

"Fantastic," the Slytherin Princess said, letting out an air of relief.

"Huh, well isn't this a surprise. Looks like Draco and his friends are here too," I informed them, pointing behind them.

Daphne's eyes momentarily widened before narrowing and turning around.

"Oh bullock," Tracey cursed as she saw them heading toward one of the Gryffindor stands.

The blonde witch slapped a hand to her forehead, "What is that idiot doing now?"

"So, I take it, he didn't come here with you then?" I commented with an amused grin.

"Oh, wipe off that smile," Tracey said in an annoyed voice before the two witches went to see what the blonde boy was up to.

"Five Sickles say, he came to pick a fight," I called out as I chased after them.

Hastily climbing the stairway, we were just in time to see Neville try to tackle Crabbe and Goyle with Ron throwing a sloppy punch at Draco that caused them to fall down.

Daphne's calm exterior finally cracked as she glared at them in fury. Tracy looked like she was seconds away from jumping in.

She turned to me, "A little help?"

Shrugging my shoulder's, I decided I might as well.

Grabbing the back of Crabbe and Goyle's collars, I lifted the two Slytherin boys off Neville, who looked to be unconscious.

"Oi, let go-"

"What's the big-"

They struggled against my hold, but it was useless as I turned them to face the enraged witch. Their faces went pale very quickly.

"We will talk about this later," she growled at them, before looking at me, "Charles, you may let them go now."

I did, and I watched as the two larger boys cowered under the smaller girl's glare like two scared puppies. Not that many could blame them, as Daphne was known to be rather scary when crossed.

The Slytherin Quidditch Team that had unknowingly cost her a significant amount of money, were even now feeling the afterbite of that same wrath. The group had been made little more than pariahs in their own house and became the subject of bullying by many. Oh yes, the little blonde ruled her house with an iron grip.

Tracy made her way to the other two, who were rolling around on the floor like a pair of angry cats.

Unfortunately, a stray attack grazed her leg causing her to step back, "Ow! You bloody twits! You scratched me!"

I decided to step in before she decided to throw hexes around.

I pulled her back and walked over to the two boys. Then I hauled them off the ground by their robes and held them in the air.

"What th-"

"Hey-"

Their shouts of protest went ignored as I knocked their heads together and then threw them aside in one motion.

"Wow," Tracy muttered with a look of surprise, "no wonder people think you have giant's blood."

I gave her a confused look, "People think I'm part giant?"

"It's more of a joke, since you're so big for our age and physically strong," she explained, walking over and squeezing my biceps.

"Ah, I see," I nodded, before giving her a concerned look, "is your leg okay?"

"Yeah, it's nothing," she waved me off before walking over to a dazed Draco and hauling him to his feet. Then slapped him in the back of the head and kicked him toward Daphne. He stumbled a bit before being caught by Crabbe and Goyle.

The look she gave her fellow Slytherin was anything but nice, "I think Draco has had enough excitement for one day. Crabbe, Goyle, leads Draco back to his room so that he may rest."

He didn't protest as he was forcibly marched away from the stand, looking like death had come early for him.

"Charles, I thank you for intervening, but if you'll excuse me, I have to educate my fellow housemate how one is to behave in public," was all she said before she and Tracy turned and left.

"Have fun Princess," I called after her.

A groan from the floor made me look down. The redhaired boy shook his head, blood dripping down his nose and a black eye forming on his face.

Hmm, what to do?