Chapter 41 The Red and Golden Retrievers Fight
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Draco, who was glared at by a group of lion cubs, had no psychological pressure at all.
Vincent is not here, not because he said what he said.
Even if Harry's eyes hurt him, the third Dark Lord, who will bring the Malfoy family to a higher level in the future, must not let others lead him astray.
"Big Mater, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Hermione threw the broom over, "You say you don't understand, then try it."
"You think I'm stupid?" Draco threw it back after receiving it.
With a bang, the broom hit Hermione on the forehead.
"Malfoy!" Neville fell down and rolled on the grass just two steps away.
"Let go of me, Longbottom!"
Dragging Draco who fell down together, he happened to lie on top of him.
"How dare you touch a girl!"
Although there was a little accident in the middle, Neville quickly sat up by taking advantage of his size.
At this moment, Crabbe and Goyle, who had arrived late, held Neville's arm each.
"Fuck, you don't play by the rules!" James, who had no intention of doing anything, ran up.
"Despicable! Three against one!"
Before Alfred went, he took off his school robe.
Not to mention the impulsive little lions, even the little snakes are gearing up.
"Calm down, James." Harry, who was holding his arm, was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach.
"Go away, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
Draco, kicking on two legs, didn't realize who he just kicked.
When Ron saw his good friend Harry lying on the grass, he flew over without saying a word.
"Damn Weasley! Get your stinky feet off!"
"Shit, Malfoy!"
After Neville was pulled away, it was Ron's turn to hold Draco down.
When he rushed forward, he kicked his foot.
With a dirty face, Draco opened his mouth and bit down on the shivering calf.
"Fuck you!" Ron reached out and tugged at the silky blonde hair.
The boss was at a disadvantage, and Crabbe and Galton were immediately angry.
But when they pushed past James and Alfred, Seamus and Dean each rode behind them.
Seeing this, the little snakes of Slytherin flocked to the little lions of Gryffindor.
Harry, who was lying on the grass, stared blankly at the scuffle in front of him.
"We've got to find a way to stop them!" Hermione put one hand to her forehead, the other out in front of him.
"I know, but—"
Harry just stood up when he felt something fly over his head.
He looked back for less than half a second, then trotted to pick up a broomstick.
"Harry, where are you going!"
"That's Neville's memory ball!"
Hermione looked in the direction it was flying.
this floor,
this location,
It happened to be their dean's office.
"Malfoy, how dare you throw something at me!"
Ron yanked out a handful of golden hairs.
"Bah!" Draco let go of the pain, "You're done, Weasley!"
He pressed the opponent sideways to roll on the grass.
The two wrestled and tore each other together.
……
……
Next to the corridor on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a small room with a view of the entire Quidditch pitch.
It's McGonagall's office.
As she was correcting her senior thesis, she felt that the light coming in from the window suddenly dimmed, so she slightly raised her head and looked over.
Outside the window, Harry was riding a broomstick, holding a memory ball with excitement on his face.
He stayed for less than a second before flying back at an extremely fast speed.
"Merlin's beard! How the hell did he—"
Mag's expression froze as he looked over.
This year, the first-year freshman under her actually got into a fight with other students.
She quickly picked up her wand and opened the window, hopping nimbly onto the grass in her Animagus form.
"Stop everything for me!"
After an extremely loud voice, none of the freshmen on both sides dared to continue.
Only Draco took this opportunity to punch Ron hard in the left eye socket.
"All petrochemical!"
Mag shot a spell at the two with bruised noses and swollen faces.
She was so angry that no words could describe how she felt at this moment.
big afternoon,
One or two is fine.
He was actually a freshman in two colleges.
The key is Slytherin's, and it has not been able to take advantage of it.
With Vincent at Gryffindor College, it is impossible not to hang and beat the little snakes.
"Professor, Vincent..." Hermione pointed upwards with her forehead swollen.
Two black dots, so small that they can be ignored, are flying towards the sun one after the other.
Mag pursed his lips and scanned everyone one by one with emerald green eyes.
Almost every student is wounded.
Even Harry, who flew back on a broomstick, had a small cut on one side of his face from the shards of his glasses.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
Hermione pointed to Draco who was motionless, "Professor, it was Malfoy who tampered with Vincent's broom!"
"Yes, Professor!"
Neville, who was holding the memory ball, straightened his chest, "I saw the tail of the broom explode with my own eyes, and then I dragged him to fly upwards."
"Yes, and Hermione's broom has been tampered with!"
"While confronting Malfoy, the scumbag hit her with a broom!"
Both Alfred and James glared at Draco indignantly, and made it clear that if Vincent had anything to do with him, he was a surefire murderer.
"fart!"
Crabbe roared angrily with a pair of panda eyes: "The brooms in the school have been used for more than ten years, why is there a malfunction because of Draco's hands and feet!"
Hermione immediately refuted him, "Then can you tell me where you went for lunch?"
"I……"
Gore, who had half of his face scratched, was quick to think, "Let's go back to the dormitory and wash off the smell of garlic!"
"The three of you together?" Hermione's eyes became a little strange.
"Yes!" Crabbe nodded heavily, "What's wrong with us taking a shower together?"
"vomit--"
Except for them and the two people who couldn't move, everyone present, including Mag, felt that this excuse was disgusting.
"Do you have any evidence?"
"We are witnesses!"
Regardless of the truth of the matter, it is no longer as simple as a mere student brawl.
The ancient magic that surrounds Hogwarts ensures that no one from outside can successfully invade.
But going out from the inside is a very simple matter.
Listening to the flawed excuses of Crabbe and Goyle, McGonagall can only pray that Mrs. Hooch in the sky can save poor Vincent safely.
At least three thousand feet above the ground.
Mrs. Hooch, who was riding a broom, kept her eyes fixed on the figure that was getting farther and farther in front of her.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for the Sweeping Five Stars, which is used as a flying lesson teaching aid, to explode.
Although it is very old, it is extraordinarily safe.
She couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried, she extremely suspected that the broom had been tampered with.
……
……
Vincent is not here, not because he said what he said.
Even if Harry's eyes hurt him, the third Dark Lord, who will bring the Malfoy family to a higher level in the future, must not let others lead him astray.
"Big Mater, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Hermione threw the broom over, "You say you don't understand, then try it."
"You think I'm stupid?" Draco threw it back after receiving it.
With a bang, the broom hit Hermione on the forehead.
"Malfoy!" Neville fell down and rolled on the grass just two steps away.
"Let go of me, Longbottom!"
Dragging Draco who fell down together, he happened to lie on top of him.
"How dare you touch a girl!"
Although there was a little accident in the middle, Neville quickly sat up by taking advantage of his size.
At this moment, Crabbe and Goyle, who had arrived late, held Neville's arm each.
"Fuck, you don't play by the rules!" James, who had no intention of doing anything, ran up.
"Despicable! Three against one!"
Before Alfred went, he took off his school robe.
Not to mention the impulsive little lions, even the little snakes are gearing up.
"Calm down, James." Harry, who was holding his arm, was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach.
"Go away, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
Draco, kicking on two legs, didn't realize who he just kicked.
When Ron saw his good friend Harry lying on the grass, he flew over without saying a word.
"Damn Weasley! Get your stinky feet off!"
"Shit, Malfoy!"
After Neville was pulled away, it was Ron's turn to hold Draco down.
When he rushed forward, he kicked his foot.
With a dirty face, Draco opened his mouth and bit down on the shivering calf.
"Fuck you!" Ron reached out and tugged at the silky blonde hair.
The boss was at a disadvantage, and Crabbe and Galton were immediately angry.
But when they pushed past James and Alfred, Seamus and Dean each rode behind them.
Seeing this, the little snakes of Slytherin flocked to the little lions of Gryffindor.
Harry, who was lying on the grass, stared blankly at the scuffle in front of him.
"We've got to find a way to stop them!" Hermione put one hand to her forehead, the other out in front of him.
"I know, but—"
Harry just stood up when he felt something fly over his head.
He looked back for less than half a second, then trotted to pick up a broomstick.
"Harry, where are you going!"
"That's Neville's memory ball!"
Hermione looked in the direction it was flying.
this floor,
this location,
It happened to be their dean's office.
"Malfoy, how dare you throw something at me!"
Ron yanked out a handful of golden hairs.
"Bah!" Draco let go of the pain, "You're done, Weasley!"
He pressed the opponent sideways to roll on the grass.
The two wrestled and tore each other together.
……
……
Next to the corridor on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a small room with a view of the entire Quidditch pitch.
It's McGonagall's office.
As she was correcting her senior thesis, she felt that the light coming in from the window suddenly dimmed, so she slightly raised her head and looked over.
Outside the window, Harry was riding a broomstick, holding a memory ball with excitement on his face.
He stayed for less than a second before flying back at an extremely fast speed.
"Merlin's beard! How the hell did he—"
Mag's expression froze as he looked over.
This year, the first-year freshman under her actually got into a fight with other students.
She quickly picked up her wand and opened the window, hopping nimbly onto the grass in her Animagus form.
"Stop everything for me!"
After an extremely loud voice, none of the freshmen on both sides dared to continue.
Only Draco took this opportunity to punch Ron hard in the left eye socket.
"All petrochemical!"
Mag shot a spell at the two with bruised noses and swollen faces.
She was so angry that no words could describe how she felt at this moment.
big afternoon,
One or two is fine.
He was actually a freshman in two colleges.
The key is Slytherin's, and it has not been able to take advantage of it.
With Vincent at Gryffindor College, it is impossible not to hang and beat the little snakes.
"Professor, Vincent..." Hermione pointed upwards with her forehead swollen.
Two black dots, so small that they can be ignored, are flying towards the sun one after the other.
Mag pursed his lips and scanned everyone one by one with emerald green eyes.
Almost every student is wounded.
Even Harry, who flew back on a broomstick, had a small cut on one side of his face from the shards of his glasses.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
Hermione pointed to Draco who was motionless, "Professor, it was Malfoy who tampered with Vincent's broom!"
"Yes, Professor!"
Neville, who was holding the memory ball, straightened his chest, "I saw the tail of the broom explode with my own eyes, and then I dragged him to fly upwards."
"Yes, and Hermione's broom has been tampered with!"
"While confronting Malfoy, the scumbag hit her with a broom!"
Both Alfred and James glared at Draco indignantly, and made it clear that if Vincent had anything to do with him, he was a surefire murderer.
"fart!"
Crabbe roared angrily with a pair of panda eyes: "The brooms in the school have been used for more than ten years, why is there a malfunction because of Draco's hands and feet!"
Hermione immediately refuted him, "Then can you tell me where you went for lunch?"
"I……"
Gore, who had half of his face scratched, was quick to think, "Let's go back to the dormitory and wash off the smell of garlic!"
"The three of you together?" Hermione's eyes became a little strange.
"Yes!" Crabbe nodded heavily, "What's wrong with us taking a shower together?"
"vomit--"
Except for them and the two people who couldn't move, everyone present, including Mag, felt that this excuse was disgusting.
"Do you have any evidence?"
"We are witnesses!"
Regardless of the truth of the matter, it is no longer as simple as a mere student brawl.
The ancient magic that surrounds Hogwarts ensures that no one from outside can successfully invade.
But going out from the inside is a very simple matter.
Listening to the flawed excuses of Crabbe and Goyle, McGonagall can only pray that Mrs. Hooch in the sky can save poor Vincent safely.
At least three thousand feet above the ground.
Mrs. Hooch, who was riding a broom, kept her eyes fixed on the figure that was getting farther and farther in front of her.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for the Sweeping Five Stars, which is used as a flying lesson teaching aid, to explode.
Although it is very old, it is extraordinarily safe.
She couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried, she extremely suspected that the broom had been tampered with.
……
……
