Chapter 389: The Runaway Neville

"... In my opinion, there is no hope for the Gryffindor team. The Quidditch Cup this school year is our Slytherin's, isn't it? Professor Umbridge's opinion is tantamount to magic The Ministry of Magic, but the Ministry of Magic—how could they possibly compare to my father?"

"I heard from my father a few years ago that the Ministry has been thinking about firing Arthur Weasley! As for our Mr. Savior...haha, he should..."

"Malfoy, please."

Malfoy's long speech was interrupted by a cold voice, and the corridor was instantly quiet because of this sentence.

He turned around to look, and the corners of his eyes twitched subconsciously - standing behind him was Harry, and of course, Hermione, Ron and other young wizards of Gryffindor College.

There was no trace of anger on the faces of the three little lions, but their cold expressions made Malfoy take a step back.

Since he was taught by Maca that year, he has been silent for a long time. And later, his father Lucius solemnly asked him several times not to be enemies with Maca's friends.

But maybe time has worn away the fear in his heart. At the beginning of this semester, he seems to have started to bark his teeth and claws again.

Although he still has lingering fears about Maca—after all, the power Maca has shown is beyond his common sense, but in front of ordinary classmates, he once again showed signs of taking pleasure in slandering Harry and others.

Of course, in normal times, he did his best to do this in places where the parties could not see it. But recently he had a new friend, and the number of times he boasted in front of Sokas was obviously increasing.

But at this moment today, when he was trying to elevate himself by slandering Harry and the others as usual, he finally met the rightful lord inadvertently.

To be honest, let's not talk about Maca, even in the face of Harry, who can cut down dragons with a sword, he has no confidence. So when he saw Harry suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a shudder behind him.

Although for Harry's dragon slaying, he always credited Gryffindor's sword. In his opinion, Malfoy, Harry was simply lucky.

Seeing Malfoy took a step back, Harry was no longer interested in looking at him, so he passed him with his legs up, and walked towards the door of the Potions classroom with a blank expression.

"Hmph, it's just luck..." Malfoy muttered softly, "If it weren't for the sword of Gryffindor, if there wasn't Maca McKellen, what would you be, a scar-faced boy?"

"...That's better than you!" A small voice suddenly came out, but it became quite obvious in this quiet corridor.

Ron wanted to say that, but he figured it out beforehand, and now is not the time to mess around. So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.

But what was surprising was that it was Neville, who was usually cowardly, who said this sentence.

"What?" Malfoy might be hesitant towards Harry, but when he saw that a cowardly student like Neville dared to despise him, he suddenly felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode, "Dare you say that again? "

The dispute that had been exposed by Harry seemed to be ignited again.

Goyle and Crabbe, the two silly hunks who had been standing behind Malfoy since just now, took a step forward at the same time, blocking Neville's path.

"Am I not right?" Neville's neck jerked back, but he was encouraged by the courage he didn't know where he came from. He gritted his teeth and said tremblingly, "Harry must be better than you!"

"Neville," Harry, who had just walked to the door, turned his head, and hurried to Neville's side, "There's no need to argue with someone like him, it's pointless, his mind is already broken!"

"Ridiculous! I think he's the one with the worst brains, isn't he? Just a lost idiot—" Malfoy yelled angrily.

"I say, you'd better send him to St. Mungo's! There's a special ward there for people with their brains screwed up!"

"The last time my father and I went to St. Mungo's to visit the deputy head, I visited there! Aren't all those brainless wizards exactly like him?"

"...I can only eat, sleep, and be in a daze all day long, which is worse than Flobber caterpillar! At least Flobber caterpillar can still spit! Hahaha—ah! Stop him!"

Malfoy seemed to want to burst out all the grievances of the past, and when he caught Neville, he just sneered at him, but as he was talking, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

At that moment, Neville rushed past Harry, turning a blind eye to the tall and burly Crabbe and Goyle in front of him, and swung his fist to punch Malfoy behind them.

When he first entered school, Neville, who was in his early ten years, was short, fat, and chubby. Naturally, he would not be the opponent of Malfoy's two followers. The him at that time undoubtedly matched his cowardly and introverted personality.

But in the past two years, Neville, who has entered the puberty period, seems to have been hit by an expansion spell, and he has grown up and grown up. He has already stood out among his little friends.

It's just that in everyone's impression, Neville's timid temperament is still deeply ingrained, so that his actual physique is often overlooked.

Right now, he suddenly lost his temper, and rushed towards Malfoy like crazy, and there was a burst of confusion immediately.

Although Crabbe and Goyle were obviously bigger than Neville, they couldn't completely block his impact when Neville burst into anger without warning.

There was only a "bang" sound, followed by Malfoy's muffled groan. In the midst of the mess, Neville's fist hit Malfoy squarely on the bridge of the nose.

"Neville! Don't—"

Hermione's words were obviously too late, and Malfoy fell backward amidst her exclamation. Sokas, who had been standing quietly watching from the back, reached out to give Malfoy a hand at this moment.

Harry saw that it was not good, although it must be late, but he still grabbed Neville's robe with a stride.

Neville was obviously not satisfied yet. Under the obstruction of Crabbe and Goyle, he still waved his fists with all his strength, as if he wanted to rush forward and make up for it a few more times.

"Help me!" Harry hurriedly turned his head and called to Ron.

The two chose sides, and tried to wrap their arms around Neville, dragging him away from the Slytherin group. He was dragged back into the Gryffindor crowd before Crabbe and Goyle could roll up their sleeves and get ready for a big fight.

"...It's not a joke! People like you don't deserve to be a Hogwarts at all! How dare you insult those patients of St. Mungo's! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't pull me, I want Teach him! Teach him!"

Probably because he never spoke loudly at ordinary times, Neville's neck was flushed when he was screaming at this moment, and his tone of voice became quite strange.

It's not unreasonable for him to be so angry. Because among the wizards living in the long-stay ward on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, there were his parents, the Longbottom couple.

In the aftermath of the last Voldemort's downfall, the Auror couple were caught by the Death Eaters who were frantically looking for their master's whereabouts, and tortured them both into mentally broken people with the Cruciatus Curse.

Just as Neville was struggling and screaming, the door of the Potions classroom was gently opened, and Snape with a frosty face came out from inside.

His cold and dead black eyes swept across the two groups of people in the corridor, and when he saw Malfoy leaning on Sokas with his face covered, he paused for a moment, and finally fixed on him still twisting. Stopped on Neville.

No, no, it didn't seem to be Neville, but Harry who was holding Neville's arm.

"Fight? Huh... Potter? Weasley? Longbottom?" Snape said grimly, pouted, "Gryffindor, ten points... let go of Longbottom, Potter... otherwise If so, shut down."

"Neville!"

Harry whispered to him again, then let go.

Seeing Snape, whom he was most afraid of, Neville's fiery mind finally calmed down a little. He lowered his head and propped himself on his knees, panting heavily, staring straight at the ground with his remaining angry eyes.

"...Everyone, enter the classroom." Snape glanced at Malfoy again, and after dropping a sentence, he turned and went into the classroom first.

For Malfoy, the "godson", he was really disappointed, he was the kind who couldn't support the wall at all. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once the student Maca is used as a reference, it is simply horrible.

"I have to stop you," Harry gasped, and he said softly as he picked up his schoolbag, "but seriously, you just hit him with a punch, and you must be careful next--although I I don't know why Snape didn't continue to punish you, but Malfoy and the others certainly won't just let it go."

"It's supposed to be like this - you're really good at beating!" Ron chuckled.

Neville didn't answer, he picked up his schoolbag and walked into the classroom in silence.

"Don't say such sarcastic remarks." Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"Well...but why?" Ron was a little puzzled, "What's going on? Why did he suddenly..."

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head. "Looking at what he just said... maybe there is someone he knows in that ward in St. Mungo's?"

They whispered a few words, then hurried in with the crowd, and sat down side by side in the seats at the back of the classroom as usual.

They had been sitting in the back row since their second Potions class of the year they entered, and it hadn't changed over the years.

When the three of them took out the quills, textbooks and other things needed for class from their schoolbags, they heard most of the students around them whispering about Neville's behavior just now.

But when Snape waved his wand and the classroom door slammed shut, all sounds stopped abruptly. ) Download Free Reader!!