Chapter 33 Seizing the Memory Ball

"Shut up, Malfoy, if you have the guts, why don't you say these things in front of Ms. Hooch?"

After Robin finished speaking, he looked down at the lawn, looking for the memory ball left by Neville.

"Ha! Robin Lestrange, you seem to like to protect the weak students. There are poor and mean people in front of you, and there are fools in the back. Who will be next?"

Malfoy stared at Harry and smiled ugly, "Potter, I don't see any ability in you that can bear the word 'famous'. You are just a pathetic person who can only hide behind others. Yue!"

"Malfoy, you"

Before Harry could finish his words, Malfoy suddenly rushed to the front right lawn and grabbed something, "Look, it's the stupid thing Grandma brought to the stupid guy!"

Malfoy held the memory ball high, the ball was filled with white mist, and it glowed brightly in the sunlight.

"Bring it here, that's Neville's!" Harry whispered.

"Ha! I'm going to put it on a tree, let the big idiot pick it up, and let him drop it again. In this way, every time he holds the memory ball, he will be forced to remember the memory of falling hard to the ground. ,Ha ha!"

"Malfoy, bring it here!" Robin said sharply.

Malfoy jumped onto the broomstick with a grin, and took off with his legs. He flew quite smoothly. He hovered on the treetops not far away, raised his arms, and shouted loudly: "Lestrange, Potter, if you two are capable, come and get it!"

Robin and Harry looked at each other and grabbed their brooms at the same time.

"No, Ms. Hooch said, don't touch the broom, you will lose points from Gryffindor!"

Hermione held onto Robin's broom to prevent him from taking off.

"Miss Granger, the synonym of Gryffindor House is 'brave'. If you are bullied to the point of being bullied and don't fight back, what kind of Gryffindor do you think you are?"

In one word, Hermione can't be fooled!

Lavender stepped forward and dragged her away, "Robin, beat him to death. I have long disliked Draco Malfoy!"

Robin made an 'ok' gesture, kicked his legs hard, and flew up. Harry saw this and followed closely.

The feeling of flying through the air was a hundred times better than riding a motorcycle. The cool breeze blew through his hair, and the black robe fluttered behind him.

At this moment, Luo Bin felt that he was an eagle, and the entire sky was his territory, and Malfoy, who was still shouting, was just a chicken that had intruded into the eagle's territory.

He flew up to the treetops, and even learned the skill of flicking and landing without any teacher. He stopped beside Malfoy, listening to the screams of the girls and the shouts of admiration from the boys below, and felt in his heart Not to mention how comfortable it is.

"Malfoy, give me the ball, it belongs to Neville, or I'll knock you off the broom like a pool ball."

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said harshly.

Luo Bin saw his nervousness and complained in his heart that he was a coward. He tightened his grip on the broom and leaned forward. Then, the head of the broom was like a javelin and shot towards Brother Drag's waist.

Malfoy twisted his body and barely escaped, and Robin suddenly braked and turned around and rushed back.

Boom!

Robin's broom head hit the tail of Malfoy's broom, causing Malfoy to cling tightly to the broom like a koala. His legs were shaking violently, as if the next second, there would be an upside-down golden hook, heavy Fell into the woods.

Robin tore off a branch from the opponent's broom with evil intentions, "Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, they are as fat as bears, but they can't fly up to help you. Tell me, if I rip off all the branches, Can a broken wooden stick still carry you flying?"

"Lestrange, here, see if you can catch it!" Malfoy yelled.

Luo Bin thought the other party would throw memory balls, but that didn't follow the plot. He took out his wand and shot dozens of stones as big as marbles.

If this is hit, the appearance must not be ruined!

Luo Bin injected magic power into the branch, making it extremely hard. Then, he narrowed his eyes, waved his arms wildly, and knocked back all the stones.

Boom!

A stone hit Malfoy in the back, and he screamed in pain. He hugged the broom tightly and quickly landed on the ground. Harry seized the opportunity and followed closely to fly alongside him, and reached out to try to grab the memory ball.

"Two bully one, Potter, you are really capable. Here, let's see if you can catch it."

Malfoy roared angrily and threw the memory ball away with all his strength.

Harry turned the broom, leaned forward, swooped down, and put his chest against the treetops. After showing off his skills, he grabbed the memory ball when it was 30cm above the ground. Then, he straightened the broom in time and fell lightly on the lawn. .

"I got it, I got it! Luo Bin, your prophecy is so powerful!"

Quiet, extremely quiet. The expected scene of everyone gathering around to praise, be shocked, and be concerned did not happen.

Instead there was lifeless silence.

Harry raised his head in confusion, and the moment he saw Professor Minerva McGonagall, he was completely stunned.

"Professor McGonagall, it's Malfoy, he stole Neville's memory ball, I"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes flashed with anger, "I have been in office for so many years, and there has never been a Potter. How dare you, who can bear the responsibility if you break your neck?"

"Professor, it's not Harry's fault, it's Malfoy"

Lavender wanted to explain for Harry, but after being glared at by Professor McGonagall, she was too frightened to say anything. Patil pulled her back to the crowd.

"Professor McGonagall, it was Malfoy who started the trouble," Ron said.

"Stop talking, don't excuse him, now, Potter, come with me, and you, Mr. Lestrange."

Luo Bin, who was crowded in the crowd: ㄟ(▔, ▔)ㄏ, tui~ I knew I couldn't escape.

Robin squeezed out of the crowd, and followed Professor McGonagall into the castle with Harry under the watchful eyes of everyone who was worried, concerned, and watching the show (Slytherin students).

The three of them climbed the steps in front of the gate, then climbed the marble stairs inside the castle, passed through the doors, walked through the corridors, and arrived at the door of a classroom on the fourth floor where classes were in progress.

Boom! Boom!

"Please come in!"

The voice was high-pitched and thin, and it also had a sense of humor. It was because Professor Flitwick didn't run away.

"Sorry, Professor Filius Flitwick, I have something to ask Wood about. Can you ask him to come out for a while?"

Wood, that Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?

Robin raised his head and looked at the classroom. A handsome, tall and strong fifth-year student walked out of Professor Flitwick with the permission of the professor.

"Mai" Wood looked confused!

"We'll talk to you later. You three, follow me."

The three of them followed Professor McGonagall and continued walking forward. After a while, they arrived in front of an abandoned classroom!

In the classroom, Peeves holds a piece of chalk and writes curse words such as idiot, fool, crybaby, fat pig, etc. on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall shouted sternly.

Bang!

Peeves angrily threw the chalk into the trash can, then flew out of the abandoned classroom with his mouth wide open and curses.

"Wood, close the door!"