Chapter 301 It's All Snape's Fault
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Compared with the two younger brothers who acted as human pads, Draco, whose legs were bound, fell hard.
Messy blond hair and fair little face were covered with mud, and the school robe on his body was as dirty as a rag.
Not to mention the bruises all over his body, a pair of small hands were even broken.
"Ah—" The screams were so shrill that the students who were beating fiercely stopped.
"Puff—vomit—" Ron laughed, spitting slugs.
Harry, who was being ridden by Blaise, also smiled.
The more unlucky Draco was, the happier they both were.
"Wayne!!!" Marcus cast spells into the sky one after another, ignoring Wood under his crotch.
Vincent braked sharply in the air, and then dived down at high speed.
He does not dodge or dodge, all the spells on the tip of the staff are finally counteracted one by one.
"Despicable!" Wood's big fist hit Marcus firmly in the stomach.
Half a second later, half a footprint appeared on the distorted face.
Vincent landed on his face and easily jumped onto the grass, "Did I miss something?"
"Hit them!" Fred and George fumbled into their pockets speculatively.
The big dung egg kills one thousand enemies and injures itself eight hundred.
The smoke just rose, which seemed to signify the start of the second round.
"Stop!" Snape strode up and rolled them all up into the sky.
Vincent, who was about to rush into the crowd, put on an innocent face.
"Stop everything for me!"
All the students stood up obediently, and Marcus, who had shoe prints on his face, was no exception.
Snape glanced around coldly.
Vincent was unscathed, but his hair and clothes were a little messed up.
Draco not only squealed like a dead pig, but even the pig was cleaner than him.
Ron was spitting snot, and Harry's glasses shattered on one side.
The school gown on Blaise's body was torn, and his head was covered with mud.
Half of Hermione's face was darkened, and a little bit of her hair was burned off.
The short-haired Pansy has an afro, and half of his face is swollen high.
Gryffindor prevails, which is great!
Snape's thick lips moved slightly, "Obviously some of our students just don't have long memories."
"Professor, it's all because of your approval note." Vincent blinked his big innocent eyes, "It's obvious that we came first."
Dare to refute?
"What happened?" The voice was so familiar that Snape felt sick instantly.
His cold eyes swept aside, and fixed on Lockhart who was late.
"Severus, we need to treat the children immediately."
Lockhart knelt down in front of Draco, who was the heaviest injured, "Don't worry, I'm very amateur at treating broken bones."
"don't want--"
"Maybe it will hurt a little bit, just bear with it."
The cherry wand aimed at Draco's arm.
A strange, numb feeling passed from his shoulder to his fingertips.
"Look——" Lockhart couldn't wait to point to the other arm, "My technology has improved, you don't feel pain at all!"
Everyone, including Snape, gasped.
Of course it hurts, because the bones are gone.
Draco trembled all over, not daring to look at his limp arms.
"Crack——" the disheveled Colin subconsciously pressed the shutter.
Lockhart's ears twitched slightly, and he turned around with an extraordinarily bright smile.
"Oh Merlin - I managed to help an injured student out of pain."
He put his arms around the livid-faced Draco, grabbed those rubbery arms and faced the camera.
Colin pressed the shutter continuously in a daze.
These photos are as precious as Harry and Lockhart's autographed photo.
Draco, who was so angry that his nostrils were smoking, tilted his head, rolled his eyes and passed out.
"This—" Lockhart's smiling face froze for less than half a second, "The injury is still too serious, we need to send him to the school hospital immediately!"
He looked at the pale-faced Crabbe and Goyle, "Hurry up! There will be sequelae if it's too late!"
The two tried several times, but they couldn't lift their soft shoulders.
They simply hugged Draco in tandem.
The dangling arms were also photographed by Colin.
"Okay, I'm going back to prepare the textbooks." Lockhart left as if nothing had happened.
Quite confident, quite calm.
Snape watched him walk away coldly.
Vincent read something from it.
He didn't knock anyone out, Lockhart did it with just a few strokes.
This is the only legal heir of the Malfoy family, and if he is appointed by another person, he will not survive tomorrow.
"Wayne, come out!" Snape's smile was extremely sinister, "Whether you have a reasonable explanation or not—"
"Of course." Qiao Sen, who had been watching the show, came over.
Beside him is Meg.
"Severus, we're going to be fair and just."
Snape turned his face away, "Flint, you go first."
Meg added: "No salt or vinegar."
Marcus wiped the shoe prints off his face, "He took Draco away!"
Vincent, who was pointed at by his finger, wondered, "What's none of my business? I saw that they were about to fight, so I took Malfoy outside to calm down."
"Nonsense!" Marcus was quite excited, "If you don't take him away, can we fight?"
Vincent curled his lips: "If you don't come to divide the field, can we quarrel?"
"We have a note from Professor Snape!"
"We also have a note from Professor McGonagall."
Marcus was so angry that his lips trembled, "What happened to Draco? You must have thrown him down!"
"I'm untying the rope for him." Vincent said aggrievedly, "If he didn't struggle, how could he have broken his arm?"
"Pfft—" Qiao Sen laughed unkindly.
He heard all of Draco's yelling just now.
"Mr. Smith—" Snape said with a black face, "do you think this campus bullying is funny?"
McGonagall immediately blocked his characterization of this matter, "Severus, I posted the announcement on the second day of school."
There is no notification at all, no wonder the little lions are impulsive.
"Hmph—" Snape's nasal voice was heavy.
The reason is not taken, and the fight is not won.
Slytherin was out of luck.
"Even so, they still violated school rules."
McGonagall nodded slightly, facing the students of the two houses, "I don't want to pursue whoever did it first, but Gryffindor must be punished for it."
She glanced at Harry, then paused slightly.
"Gryffindor will deduct 100 points, and then I will be responsible for filling the grass."
Snape's expression became even more displeased.
With this reference standard, at least they all have to be on the same level.
"Slytherin deducted 100 points, and the stadium must be restored."
The students have no objection to the punishment.
If there is one, the two team captains actually have it.
Wood hasn't had time to get a new broom yet, and the training plan may be scheduled for next week.
Marcus lost the good mood when he got 7 Nimbus 2001.
The big benefactor is very delicate, and he doesn't know how long it will take for the bones to grow back.
……
……
Messy blond hair and fair little face were covered with mud, and the school robe on his body was as dirty as a rag.
Not to mention the bruises all over his body, a pair of small hands were even broken.
"Ah—" The screams were so shrill that the students who were beating fiercely stopped.
"Puff—vomit—" Ron laughed, spitting slugs.
Harry, who was being ridden by Blaise, also smiled.
The more unlucky Draco was, the happier they both were.
"Wayne!!!" Marcus cast spells into the sky one after another, ignoring Wood under his crotch.
Vincent braked sharply in the air, and then dived down at high speed.
He does not dodge or dodge, all the spells on the tip of the staff are finally counteracted one by one.
"Despicable!" Wood's big fist hit Marcus firmly in the stomach.
Half a second later, half a footprint appeared on the distorted face.
Vincent landed on his face and easily jumped onto the grass, "Did I miss something?"
"Hit them!" Fred and George fumbled into their pockets speculatively.
The big dung egg kills one thousand enemies and injures itself eight hundred.
The smoke just rose, which seemed to signify the start of the second round.
"Stop!" Snape strode up and rolled them all up into the sky.
Vincent, who was about to rush into the crowd, put on an innocent face.
"Stop everything for me!"
All the students stood up obediently, and Marcus, who had shoe prints on his face, was no exception.
Snape glanced around coldly.
Vincent was unscathed, but his hair and clothes were a little messed up.
Draco not only squealed like a dead pig, but even the pig was cleaner than him.
Ron was spitting snot, and Harry's glasses shattered on one side.
The school gown on Blaise's body was torn, and his head was covered with mud.
Half of Hermione's face was darkened, and a little bit of her hair was burned off.
The short-haired Pansy has an afro, and half of his face is swollen high.
Gryffindor prevails, which is great!
Snape's thick lips moved slightly, "Obviously some of our students just don't have long memories."
"Professor, it's all because of your approval note." Vincent blinked his big innocent eyes, "It's obvious that we came first."
Dare to refute?
"What happened?" The voice was so familiar that Snape felt sick instantly.
His cold eyes swept aside, and fixed on Lockhart who was late.
"Severus, we need to treat the children immediately."
Lockhart knelt down in front of Draco, who was the heaviest injured, "Don't worry, I'm very amateur at treating broken bones."
"don't want--"
"Maybe it will hurt a little bit, just bear with it."
The cherry wand aimed at Draco's arm.
A strange, numb feeling passed from his shoulder to his fingertips.
"Look——" Lockhart couldn't wait to point to the other arm, "My technology has improved, you don't feel pain at all!"
Everyone, including Snape, gasped.
Of course it hurts, because the bones are gone.
Draco trembled all over, not daring to look at his limp arms.
"Crack——" the disheveled Colin subconsciously pressed the shutter.
Lockhart's ears twitched slightly, and he turned around with an extraordinarily bright smile.
"Oh Merlin - I managed to help an injured student out of pain."
He put his arms around the livid-faced Draco, grabbed those rubbery arms and faced the camera.
Colin pressed the shutter continuously in a daze.
These photos are as precious as Harry and Lockhart's autographed photo.
Draco, who was so angry that his nostrils were smoking, tilted his head, rolled his eyes and passed out.
"This—" Lockhart's smiling face froze for less than half a second, "The injury is still too serious, we need to send him to the school hospital immediately!"
He looked at the pale-faced Crabbe and Goyle, "Hurry up! There will be sequelae if it's too late!"
The two tried several times, but they couldn't lift their soft shoulders.
They simply hugged Draco in tandem.
The dangling arms were also photographed by Colin.
"Okay, I'm going back to prepare the textbooks." Lockhart left as if nothing had happened.
Quite confident, quite calm.
Snape watched him walk away coldly.
Vincent read something from it.
He didn't knock anyone out, Lockhart did it with just a few strokes.
This is the only legal heir of the Malfoy family, and if he is appointed by another person, he will not survive tomorrow.
"Wayne, come out!" Snape's smile was extremely sinister, "Whether you have a reasonable explanation or not—"
"Of course." Qiao Sen, who had been watching the show, came over.
Beside him is Meg.
"Severus, we're going to be fair and just."
Snape turned his face away, "Flint, you go first."
Meg added: "No salt or vinegar."
Marcus wiped the shoe prints off his face, "He took Draco away!"
Vincent, who was pointed at by his finger, wondered, "What's none of my business? I saw that they were about to fight, so I took Malfoy outside to calm down."
"Nonsense!" Marcus was quite excited, "If you don't take him away, can we fight?"
Vincent curled his lips: "If you don't come to divide the field, can we quarrel?"
"We have a note from Professor Snape!"
"We also have a note from Professor McGonagall."
Marcus was so angry that his lips trembled, "What happened to Draco? You must have thrown him down!"
"I'm untying the rope for him." Vincent said aggrievedly, "If he didn't struggle, how could he have broken his arm?"
"Pfft—" Qiao Sen laughed unkindly.
He heard all of Draco's yelling just now.
"Mr. Smith—" Snape said with a black face, "do you think this campus bullying is funny?"
McGonagall immediately blocked his characterization of this matter, "Severus, I posted the announcement on the second day of school."
There is no notification at all, no wonder the little lions are impulsive.
"Hmph—" Snape's nasal voice was heavy.
The reason is not taken, and the fight is not won.
Slytherin was out of luck.
"Even so, they still violated school rules."
McGonagall nodded slightly, facing the students of the two houses, "I don't want to pursue whoever did it first, but Gryffindor must be punished for it."
She glanced at Harry, then paused slightly.
"Gryffindor will deduct 100 points, and then I will be responsible for filling the grass."
Snape's expression became even more displeased.
With this reference standard, at least they all have to be on the same level.
"Slytherin deducted 100 points, and the stadium must be restored."
The students have no objection to the punishment.
If there is one, the two team captains actually have it.
Wood hasn't had time to get a new broom yet, and the training plan may be scheduled for next week.
Marcus lost the good mood when he got 7 Nimbus 2001.
The big benefactor is very delicate, and he doesn't know how long it will take for the bones to grow back.
……
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