Chapter 102 Draco Goes Mad Again
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The six little ones helped each other to leave, but the impact of this incident did not stop.
Like a tornado, countless versions spread before noon.
Some students framed professors, and some professors acted like animals.
Few believed in the former, but one of the first years in Slytherin was convinced.
Even he didn't do anything all afternoon, just patronizing to publicize the "truth" that the students framed the professor.
"He's really annoying." George weighed the big dung in his arms, "You say—"
"No!" Hermione still had a sense of justice, "Forget about the previous things, now we have to concentrate on dealing with Quirrell."
"Understood!" Fred smirked, "Fix Quirrell, the next one is our Master Malfoy~"
She looked at Draco who was still hyping in the auditorium, "He's kind of bad, but he—he—"
But after a long time, she couldn't think of any advantages of the other party.
"As you please."
If bad students have grades, then Draco is undoubtedly bad on the surface.
Fred and George, who are mischievous and mischievous, are on the next level, not targeting anyone but the bad guys who like to play pranks.
Vincent is even more terrible, he belongs to the kind of ruthless character who is very good when he is good, and very bad when he is bad.
Quirrell, who was almost beaten back to the prototype, should have a deep understanding of this.
"Let me tell you, Wayne is such a bad guy, they must be framing the professor."
If Quirrell knew that Draco was sparing no effort to "clean up" himself, he would be very relieved.
"Vincent is not like that."
Qiu simply didn't believe that Draco was still followed by his two followers.
His face became extremely ugly, "Zhang, what kind of person do you think Wayne is?"
"Vincent is a nice person. He doesn't put on airs at ordinary times. He is very friendly to people and things. He also likes small animals."
Draco's face turned green.
After all, it's something he doesn't have.
"You should change your eyes, Zhang."
Master Malfoy walked away proudly.
He swaggered over to Hufflepuff College and caught a little badger who was about to cook.
"Bones, Wayne is an asshole, even the professor dares to slander..."
After hearing a series of unpleasant words, Susan lost her appetite.
"Excuse me." Justin sat next to her very politely.
Draco could be a little less foul-mouthed with Cho and Susan, but not with the Muggle-born.
"What's your last name?
Finley?Doesn't sound very smart. "
Justin was a little upset inside, but on the surface he spread out his right hand politely, "Malfoy, we are in the middle of our meal."
Draco's face darkened again, deflated again.
The two little Muggle-born wizards of Gryffindor can't be offended, but Hufflepuff can he bear it?
"What kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimp are you?
Finley?Do you think you're Wayne or Granger? "
Crabbe and Goyle both sneered and uttered all sorts of nasty sarcasm.
"Justin is the one who received the admission letter from Eton College!"
Susan next to him stood up, "Malfoy, you can't laugh at him just because of his background!"
"Eton?" Draco laughed, "What's so great about this shabby Muggle school!"
This laughter made Vincent frown.
"Don't be too harsh." Hermione couldn't hold him back.
Opportunities were right in front of him, so what if you didn't feel sick about Slytherin.
"Garbage schools can only produce garbage like you!"
Draco sneered arrogantly, completely oblivious to the movement behind him.
The students nearby all showed gloating eyes.
"Finlayley, go back to your Muggle school!"
"Can you say that again, Malfoy?"
Vincent behind him put his face close to his ear, "I'm curious why I'm still at Hogwarts until now."
"Wayne!" Draco turned his head and met a pair of smiling blue eyes.
His expression was very rich, and it only took a few seconds for him to go from panic to anxiety to fury.
Vincent ignored Crabbe and Goyle, who were almost shoulder-to-shoulder, "You're hopeless, Malfoy."
"Wayne, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."
Although Draco was a little apprehensive in his heart, his mouth was as merciless as ever: "Why, you were also admitted to this crappy school?"
"What do you think?"
Vincent stretched out his hand and pushed away the two followers next to him, "I'm not like you, I waste all my time on such childish things."
"Wayne!" Draco gritted his teeth and glared.
This white and tender little face looked rather impotent and furious.
"You're like a fly buzzing in my ears, Malfoy."
Vincent took a step forward and looked down at him contemptuously, "Really, I regret not bringing a fly swatter."
"You actually—" Draco blushed instantly, and raised his head instead of retreating, "How dare you make fun of me, who is of noble blood?
You're gonna pay for it, Wayne! "
"Crystal decanters are, after all, just bottles for wine."
Vincent raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "No matter how beautiful the packaging is, it can't hide the low-quality wine you buy one get one free, and no one will want it."
The mad Draco reached out and grabbed his collar tightly, "Buy one get one free?
That's a price you can't afford, Wayne! "
"Tsk tsk tsk -" There was a lot of boos around.
Except for a very small number of people, normal people will not buy a bottle of wine that is ostentatious.
Draco agreed with that.
"What do I want you for?" Vincent asked him to pull the collar indifferently, "I only need to touch it lightly, and your crystal shell will not be broken."
"Damn you, Wayne!"
"Master Senior!"
The cry made Draco wake up in an instant.
"Malfoy, let go!" Percy squinted and stood up, walking towards this side step by step.
"you you--"
"You lost." Vincent looked at him with a smile, as if he was teasing Cuckoo. .seven
A person's patience is limited, let alone a child who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood.
Draco punched him.
Vincent, who tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand, stroking the side of his face with his fingertips.
He suppressed his smile, "You did it first, Malfoy."
His knee hit Draco's stomach, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't hold back his tears.
"you--"
Vincent squeezed a pair of thin arms and threw his whole body towards Crabbe and Goyle.
The bigger the incident, the more points will be deducted.
He is a "victim", unless a certain professor really doesn't even want an old face.
"The professors haven't arrived yet, do you have the guts to fight me?"
Draco's body trembled slightly, and he opened a pair of eyes full of resentment, "It's ridiculous, obviously you are the coward!"
He drew his wand, shaking Percy's large hand from his shoulder.
"Come on, let me teach you what a real wizard is!"
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……
Like a tornado, countless versions spread before noon.
Some students framed professors, and some professors acted like animals.
Few believed in the former, but one of the first years in Slytherin was convinced.
Even he didn't do anything all afternoon, just patronizing to publicize the "truth" that the students framed the professor.
"He's really annoying." George weighed the big dung in his arms, "You say—"
"No!" Hermione still had a sense of justice, "Forget about the previous things, now we have to concentrate on dealing with Quirrell."
"Understood!" Fred smirked, "Fix Quirrell, the next one is our Master Malfoy~"
She looked at Draco who was still hyping in the auditorium, "He's kind of bad, but he—he—"
But after a long time, she couldn't think of any advantages of the other party.
"As you please."
If bad students have grades, then Draco is undoubtedly bad on the surface.
Fred and George, who are mischievous and mischievous, are on the next level, not targeting anyone but the bad guys who like to play pranks.
Vincent is even more terrible, he belongs to the kind of ruthless character who is very good when he is good, and very bad when he is bad.
Quirrell, who was almost beaten back to the prototype, should have a deep understanding of this.
"Let me tell you, Wayne is such a bad guy, they must be framing the professor."
If Quirrell knew that Draco was sparing no effort to "clean up" himself, he would be very relieved.
"Vincent is not like that."
Qiu simply didn't believe that Draco was still followed by his two followers.
His face became extremely ugly, "Zhang, what kind of person do you think Wayne is?"
"Vincent is a nice person. He doesn't put on airs at ordinary times. He is very friendly to people and things. He also likes small animals."
Draco's face turned green.
After all, it's something he doesn't have.
"You should change your eyes, Zhang."
Master Malfoy walked away proudly.
He swaggered over to Hufflepuff College and caught a little badger who was about to cook.
"Bones, Wayne is an asshole, even the professor dares to slander..."
After hearing a series of unpleasant words, Susan lost her appetite.
"Excuse me." Justin sat next to her very politely.
Draco could be a little less foul-mouthed with Cho and Susan, but not with the Muggle-born.
"What's your last name?
Finley?Doesn't sound very smart. "
Justin was a little upset inside, but on the surface he spread out his right hand politely, "Malfoy, we are in the middle of our meal."
Draco's face darkened again, deflated again.
The two little Muggle-born wizards of Gryffindor can't be offended, but Hufflepuff can he bear it?
"What kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimp are you?
Finley?Do you think you're Wayne or Granger? "
Crabbe and Goyle both sneered and uttered all sorts of nasty sarcasm.
"Justin is the one who received the admission letter from Eton College!"
Susan next to him stood up, "Malfoy, you can't laugh at him just because of his background!"
"Eton?" Draco laughed, "What's so great about this shabby Muggle school!"
This laughter made Vincent frown.
"Don't be too harsh." Hermione couldn't hold him back.
Opportunities were right in front of him, so what if you didn't feel sick about Slytherin.
"Garbage schools can only produce garbage like you!"
Draco sneered arrogantly, completely oblivious to the movement behind him.
The students nearby all showed gloating eyes.
"Finlayley, go back to your Muggle school!"
"Can you say that again, Malfoy?"
Vincent behind him put his face close to his ear, "I'm curious why I'm still at Hogwarts until now."
"Wayne!" Draco turned his head and met a pair of smiling blue eyes.
His expression was very rich, and it only took a few seconds for him to go from panic to anxiety to fury.
Vincent ignored Crabbe and Goyle, who were almost shoulder-to-shoulder, "You're hopeless, Malfoy."
"Wayne, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."
Although Draco was a little apprehensive in his heart, his mouth was as merciless as ever: "Why, you were also admitted to this crappy school?"
"What do you think?"
Vincent stretched out his hand and pushed away the two followers next to him, "I'm not like you, I waste all my time on such childish things."
"Wayne!" Draco gritted his teeth and glared.
This white and tender little face looked rather impotent and furious.
"You're like a fly buzzing in my ears, Malfoy."
Vincent took a step forward and looked down at him contemptuously, "Really, I regret not bringing a fly swatter."
"You actually—" Draco blushed instantly, and raised his head instead of retreating, "How dare you make fun of me, who is of noble blood?
You're gonna pay for it, Wayne! "
"Crystal decanters are, after all, just bottles for wine."
Vincent raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "No matter how beautiful the packaging is, it can't hide the low-quality wine you buy one get one free, and no one will want it."
The mad Draco reached out and grabbed his collar tightly, "Buy one get one free?
That's a price you can't afford, Wayne! "
"Tsk tsk tsk -" There was a lot of boos around.
Except for a very small number of people, normal people will not buy a bottle of wine that is ostentatious.
Draco agreed with that.
"What do I want you for?" Vincent asked him to pull the collar indifferently, "I only need to touch it lightly, and your crystal shell will not be broken."
"Damn you, Wayne!"
"Master Senior!"
The cry made Draco wake up in an instant.
"Malfoy, let go!" Percy squinted and stood up, walking towards this side step by step.
"you you--"
"You lost." Vincent looked at him with a smile, as if he was teasing Cuckoo. .seven
A person's patience is limited, let alone a child who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood.
Draco punched him.
Vincent, who tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand, stroking the side of his face with his fingertips.
He suppressed his smile, "You did it first, Malfoy."
His knee hit Draco's stomach, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't hold back his tears.
"you--"
Vincent squeezed a pair of thin arms and threw his whole body towards Crabbe and Goyle.
The bigger the incident, the more points will be deducted.
He is a "victim", unless a certain professor really doesn't even want an old face.
"The professors haven't arrived yet, do you have the guts to fight me?"
Draco's body trembled slightly, and he opened a pair of eyes full of resentment, "It's ridiculous, obviously you are the coward!"
He drew his wand, shaking Percy's large hand from his shoulder.
"Come on, let me teach you what a real wizard is!"
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