Chapter 552 Daily Confrontation

The following days at Hogwarts were terrible for Harry.

He had been through similar situations before. It was in his second year, and for a few months most of the school suspected him of attacking his classmates.

But Ron was there to support him then. But now, he thought, if he had a friend like Ron to support him, he could handle all the other students in the school.

But if Ron didn't want to talk to him, he wouldn't try to persuade him to talk to him. Despite this, he felt very lonely and endured disgusted looks from all sides.

Although he hated the attitude of the Hufflepuff students, he could still understand them, after all, they had their own players to support. And he didn't expect anything from the Slytherin class except malicious insults.

He was very unpopular among them.

Because he often helped Gryffindor beat them in Quidditch games and the Inter-House Championship.

He had expected Ravenclaw to support him as much as they supported Cedric, but he was wrong.

Most of the Ravenclaws thought that he had cheated the burning goblet into accepting his name in order to make himself more famous.

In fact, Cedric valued the identity of a contestant more than he did. He was handsome: straight nose, black hair, gray eyes.

It was hard to say whether he or Viktor Krum was more admired at that time.

At lunch one day, Harry saw the group of sixth-year girls who had been enthusiastic about Krum's autograph asking Cedric to sign their schoolbags.

Sirius had not replied yet. Professor Trelawney often said that his death was coming soon. And he felt that the summoning class taught by Professor Welliver was getting more and more difficult.

His grades were too bad and he had to do some extra homework. He was the only student who had to do extra homework besides Neville.

After Welliver's class, Hermione wanted to comfort him and said, "Harry, it's really not that difficult. You just didn't pay attention." She had already attracted criticism from others in all classes and was regarded as attracting dust boards, wastepaper baskets and mad observers.

"I really don't understand what's going on?" Harry said sadly.

A group of giggling girls surrounded Cedric Diggory and walked past him, all looking at him with strange eyes, as if he was a giant blasting-tailed skrewt.

"Forget it, I still have to go to potions in the afternoon."

Potions class has always been terrifying. Especially these days, everything in class is torture for Harry.

To stay in the basement with Snape and the group of Slytherins for an hour and a half is the most unpleasant thing Harry can imagine.

Because all of them want to punish him for daring to be a contestant in various ways.

Last Friday, he barely survived with Hermione whispering "Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them" beside him. It seems that today is not going to be much better.

After lunch, he went to the basement with Hermione and Vanlin, and found that the group of Slytherins were gathered outside the door, and each of them had a big badge on the front of their robes.

At first Harry thought they were wearing S.P.E.W. badges.

Then he saw the same words written on them in bright red letters, which gleamed against the dim background. It said: Support Cedric Diggory - the real Hogwarts player!

"Like it, Potter?" Malfoy asked loudly as Harry approached. "That's not all, look -"

He pressed the badge against his chest, and the words disappeared, and another line of green words appeared: Potter stinks.

They laughed loudly. Everyone pressed the badge. "Potter stinks." All lit up, and Harry was surrounded by green light, blushing.

"Oh, this is fun." Hermione mocked Parkinson and her group. They laughed louder than anyone else, "Quite clever."

Ron and Dean and Seamus leaned against the wall. He didn't laugh, but he didn't defend Harry either.

"Granger? Want one?" Malfoy handed one to Hermione. "I have plenty! Take it, but don't touch my hands. I just washed them. You know I don't want a half-blood to dirty my hands."

Harry's anger for the past few days suddenly surged into his heart. He unknowingly pulled out his wand, and the people around him retreated to the corridor in fear.

"Harry!" Hermione warned him.

"Potter, then come on." Malfoy was quite calm and also drew out his wand. "Moody is not here now, he can't take care of you. Come on, if you have the guts."

After saying that, Malfoy looked at Furlin warily, and Furlin did not mean to join Harry in the fight.

"Of course, if you want to do it too, I don't mind you two..."

Malfoy hasn't finished his words yet. To be honest, Malfoy doesn't know where he got the courage. It's hard for him to beat Harry alone, and if Furlin is added...

"Furnanculus (hot and hot)!" Harry's spell interrupted Malfoy's speech.

In an instant, Malfoy also reacted quickly.

"Densaugeo!"

The lights of the two wands entangled in the sky, and then the surface became hot.

There were too many people here, so naturally, some accidental injuries were inevitable.

Fan Lin frowned, and he intercepted all the spells flying towards the Gryffindor team.

But the Slytherin team was not so lucky.

Harry's spell didn't hit Malfoy, but Goyle behind Malfoy.

Goyle's chubby face instantly grew many large pus bubbles, which looked disgusting.

"Do you keep hiding behind him, Potter?"

Malfoy's spell didn't work, on the contrary, he suffered a loss, he didn't hit anything, which made him a little angry.

"If you have the ability to stop it, I don't mind it." Fanlin said, he was a little angry.

If he didn't stop the spell just now, then he or Hermione would suffer, no matter which one he couldn't accept.

"Malfoy, I don't really want to fight with you..." Fanlin said...

"Don't want to fight with me." Malfoy seemed to have suffered some insults, "Come on, Al, let me see your spell, I'm going to turn you into the stupid Weasley..."

Fanlin had to admit that Malfoy's map cannon was still very lethal, at least, he provoked the dissatisfaction of all the Gryffindors present.

Especially Ron, they have been in a bad temper these days.

Everyone drew their wands, as if they could start fighting with the entire Tirlin in the next second. This was not the first time they had done this, and they were very skilled at it. (To be continued)