Chapter 283 Draco Summoning Technique

"Obviously I became a team member because of gold Galleons, but you still want to mock my father!" Ron said angrily, "What else can I say? If he hadn't defrauded 1,600 Galleons from somewhere, he would have been imprisoned now. Azkaban!"

Robert frowned, oh, the Ministry of Magic has such a big appetite, did they really want so much money before they would let him go?

"1,600 Galleons?" Hermione was stunned, "That's a lot of money."

Ron waved his hands indifferently, "Our family is famously poor. How can we have so much money to pay the fine? He is just talking nonsense."

Poor guy is not a nice name. Robert looked at this guy speechlessly. Is it really okay for you to say this about your family?

"I'm not talking nonsense, Weasley." Malfoy's voice sounded, "To be honest, if it weren't for your unlucky dad being arrested, we wouldn't have known that the Weasley family really has a long history. I can take out so much money at once.”

Malfoy smiled maliciously.

Robert found something particularly interesting. Perhaps due to the influence of his father, Malfoy was not perfect at fishing in troubled waters and making a fortune silently, but at least he was quite proficient.

To put it simply, he usually doesn't speak, and when he does, a lot of people will definitely pass by.

Those passers-by A, B, B and D were like extras he invited. They were very cooperative and could always appear when Draco wizard needed them.

But if you want to say that this naughty kid did it on purpose, that's not true, because at the beginning, there was really no one here. When Malfoy's malicious smile appeared...

The extras are on stage!

Is this "Draco Summoning"? As long as you smile with bad intentions, you can get as many passers-by as you want?

"Weasley, if you hadn't been stupid enough to drive that damn car, your dad might have given the Gryffindor Quidditch team a broomstick for each person, but..." He shrugged, "Who asked you and that Scarhead to harm him? He was almost sent to Azkaban Prison."

He looked at the crowd around him, "Aren't you curious about the No. 1 Prison in Corruption?" He pointed at Ron with malice, "This is the son of an Azkaban prisoner! Ask him!"

Ron was so angry that he took out his wand and waved it without thinking.

"Don't!" Hermione shouted, but it was of no use. Ron still used the magic spell, but the result was not as he expected.

The huge explosion attracted the attention of every little wizard inside and outside the castle. A green light shot out from the back of the wand and hit Ron in the abdomen, causing him to fly backwards and let out a miserable howl.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, running over and helping him up. "How are you, mate?"

However, Ron ignored him. He opened his mouth and vomited out a large ball of something like an armyworm.

Malfoy laughed, "Slug, slug, Weasley is a slug!"

Harry glared at him fiercely, helped Ron up and walked out of the castle.

"Oh, Harry! What's wrong with him? Does he have a stomachache? Can you cure him with a magic spell, right?" Colin showed up again at some point, obviously looking depressed and frightened before, Now he regained his energy, "Hey, he can spit out slugs? Oh, this is really great! Can you hold him up and give me a face? I want dad to see the wizard's unique skills!"

Harry pushed him away roughly, "Go away! He needs to go to the school hospital!"

However, Colin didn't seem to hear him. He took many photos "click-click-click", and the flash made him almost unable to see the road ahead.

At this time, Malfoy's cheering voice sounded from behind, "You are really a big star, aren't you? Harry! There are reporters wanting to interview you wherever you go!"

Harry had no idea how he left the place. Colin seemed to have captured what he wanted, but when he turned around, he was grabbed by Percy.

"Draco Malfoy, five points." Percy snorted, "I think you know why."

Malfoy immediately turned cold and said, "You have no right to deduct points from me!"

"I do! Because I'm a prefect!" Percy gestured to his badge.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes and said to his companions behind him, "Hey, did you see it? The Gryffindor prefect is going crazy. If you are caught by him, you will lose house points!"

The little wizards dispersed in a hurry, Malfoy turned around and ran away with a smile, and then.

"Pah!" He fell to the ground in confusion.

Hermione laughed.

Although it is wrong to use magic in the corridor, if it is something like marbles...

Then you can only consider yourself unlucky.

With the help of his followers, Malfoy quickly stood up. He looked at Hermione angrily, "Damn it, you Mudblood how dare you laugh at Malfoy, a pure-blooded person!"

Percy's expression suddenly changed. He raised his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, "What did you say?"

Just when Malfoy was shrinking and wanted to retreat, a cold female voice sounded, "Put away your wand, Weasley, this is the corridor, no magic is allowed."

Slytherin's prefect, Farley.

Hearing her words, Percy did not put away his stick, but said, "You should listen to what this kid just said. It's really an unpleasant word. I feel that based on this, I have the right to detain him." 50 points, what do you think?”

"I heard it." Farley glanced at Malfoy with a serious expression, "But he is a member of our Slytherin. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can talk to me. I will not sit back and watch you bully your junior. "

The two looked at each other, neither of them giving in.

"Ahem." Robert took the opportunity to cough twice, attracting the attention of both parties. "Two seniors, you seem to have forgotten one thing. The injured Miss Granger is still here."

Hermione is a little confused, huh? I still don't know what happened? Mudblood, what is that? Why are you looking so serious?

But with Hermione's smart little mind, she quickly realized that this must be a curse word, right?

So, she gave Malfoy a hard look.

"How about this? Miss Granger casts a transformation spell on Mr. Malfoy and says 'I was wrong' loudly three times in front of everyone. What do you think?"

Before the two prefects could respond, Malfoy jumped up, "This is impossible!"

Robert ignored him and thrust a dart in front of several young wizards, startling them.

"My plant growth spell has encountered a bit of a bottleneck recently. As you know, there is no shortcut for magic. You must practice more..." He smiled at Malfoy, "You think so, junior."

The little wizards were trembling.

Farley glared at him and warned, "Don't bully your junior!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Robert responded casually, "It all depends on senior sister."