Chapter 389: Runaway Neville

"... For me to see, the Gryffindor team has little hope. The Quidditch Cup this school year, what we think is Slytherin, isn't it? Professor Umbridge's opinion is tantamount to magic. The opinion of the Ministry, but the Ministry of Magic-how can they compare to my father? "
"I heard Dad say a few years ago that the ministry has been thinking about firing Arthur Weasley! As for our savior ... haha, he should ..."
"Malfo, Jean Jean."
Malfoy's long discourse was interrupted by a cold voice, and the gallery was silent for a moment because of this sentence.
He turned around and took a subconscious poke at the corner of his eyes-Harry standing behind him, and of course the wizards at Gryffindor College, including Hermione and Ron.
There was no trace of fire 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 died out for a long time. Later, his father Lucius solemnly and repeatedly told him not to be enemies with Maca's friends.
But perhaps time has consumed his inner fears. At the beginning of this semester, he seems to be beginning to open his teeth again.
Although he still has a lingering fear of Maca-after all, Maca's power has been beyond his common sense, but in front of ordinary classmates, he once again showed signs of pleasure in slandering Harry and others.
Of course, as usual, he did this as far as possible where the parties could not see. But he recently had a friend, and in front of Socas, his number of talks obviously increased continuously.
Today, at this moment, just like usual, when he tries to elevate himself by slandering Harry and others, he finally meets the Lord without paying attention.
To be honest, without mentioning Maca, even Harry, who had the ability to cut the fire dragon with his sword, had no confidence. So when he suddenly saw Harry, he couldn't help but get cold.
Although for Harry's dragon slaughter, he always put credit for the Gryffindor sword. In his Malfoy, Harry was simply lucky.
Seeing Malfoy taking a step back, Harry was no longer interested in seeing him, raised his legs and passed the other side, and walked expressionlessly towards the door of the potions class classroom.
"Huh, it's just luck ..." Malfoy murmured softly. "If you don't have a Gryffindor sword, or if you don't have Maca McLean, what's your scared boy?"
"... It's better than you!" A slight voice suddenly burst out, but it became quite obvious in this quiet corridor.
Ron wanted to say that, but he wanted to understand beforehand, and now is not the time for foolishness. So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.
However, it is very surprising that when he said this sentence, he was always a cowardly Neville.
"What?" Malfoy may be hesitant about Harry, but when he saw a cowardly student like Neville dare to despise himself, he suddenly felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode, "Do you dare say it again? "
The dispute that had been watched before by Harry seemed to be ignited again.
The two silly big men who have been standing behind Malfoy from now on-Gor and Crabbe, took a step forward and blocked Neville's way.
"I'm not right?" Neville's neck flinched sharply, but he didn't know where his courage came from, and he gritted his teeth and said trembling, "Harry must be better than you!"
"Neville," Harry, who had just walked to the door, turned around and hurried to the side of Neville in two steps. "Don't argue with someone like him. It doesn't make sense. His brain has already broken!"
"It's ridiculous! I think his brain is bad, right? A fool who lost everything--" shouted Malfoy, "if you say, you have to send him to Saint Mungo quickly! There is one there Special ward, specially for the guy whose brain is broken! "
"The last time I went to St. Mungo with my dad to visit the Deputy Dean, I still visited there! Are all the wizards who have lost their minds the same as him?"
"... All day long, I only eat, sleep, and daze, not as good as the Frober caterpillar! At least the Frober caterpillar can spit! Hahaha-Ah! Stop him!"
It was as if Malfoy was about to burst out of the past's aggrieved ones, and catching Neville was a mockery of irony, but then he suddenly exclaimed.
At that moment, Neville rushed past Harry, turned a blind eye to the tall Crabbe and Gower in front of him, raised his fist, and hurled toward Malfoy behind them.
At the time of entering school, Neville, who was in his early 10s, was short and plump, and naturally he would not be Malfoy's two opponents. At that time, he certainly matched his cowardly and introverted personality.
But in the past two years, Neville, who has entered the developmental period, seems to have hit the expansion spell, and the maggot has grown up, and he has already stood like a flock among his little friends.
Only in everyone's impression, Neville's fragile temper is still so ingrained that he often ignores his actual physique.
At the moment he was suddenly soaring, rushing towards Malfoy like crazy, and immediately there was a mess.
Although Crabbe and Goyle were obviously bigger and rounder than Neville, under the anger and violent outburst of Neville's no sign, He failed to completely block his impact.
He only heard a bang, followed by Malfoy's groan. In that mess, Neville's fist hit Malfoy's nose precisely.
"Neville! Don't--"
Hermione's words were obviously late, and in her exclaim, Malfoy leaned back. Socas, who had been standing quietly behind him, reached out to help Malfoy.
Harry didn't look well, although it must be late, but he grabbed Neville's robes in a stride.
Neville was obviously not satisfied. Under the obstruction of Crabbe and Goyle, he still slammed his hands and waved his fists, seemingly trying to rush up and continue to make up a few more.
"Hold your hands!" Harry turned quickly and shouted at Ron.
They both chose one side and tried to embrace Neville's arm, dragging him away from the Slytherin group. Just before Crabbe and Gower were going to fight in their sleeves, they dragged him back into the Gryffindor crowd.
"... It's not a joke! People like you don't deserve to be a Hogwarts! How dare you insult the patients of St. Mungo! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't hold me, I want Teach him! Teach him! "
Probably because he never talked loudly, Neville, who was screaming at this moment, had turned his neck red, and his tone became quite strange.
He would be so angry, naturally not without reason. Because among the wizards living in the long-stay ward on the fifth floor of the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, there were his parents, the Lombards.
In the aftermath of Voldemort's downfall, the Aurors were caught by the Death Eaters who were frantically searching for their owner's whereabouts, and both tortured into a mentally destructive wasteman.
As Neville struggled and shouted, the door of the potion class classroom was opened slightly, and Snape, his face frosty, came out of it.
His dark eyes were swept between the two people in the corridor, and he paused when he saw Malfoy leaning against his face, leaning against Socas, and finally stopped still. Stopped Neville.
No, no, it doesn't seem to be Neville, but Harry holding Neville's arm.
"Fight? Huh ... Potter? Weasley? Longbottom?" Snape said with a puffy lips, "Gryffindor, deduct it very much ... let go of Longbottom, Potter ... otherwise If they do, they will be confined. "
"Neville!"
Harry whispered him again, then let go.
At the sight of Snape, whom he was most afraid of, Neville's hot head finally calmed down a little, and he dropped his head and gasped with his knees and his mouth wide, leaving his angry eyes staring straight at the ground ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ Everyone, enter the classroom. Snape glanced at Malfoy again, and after leaving a word, he turned to the classroom first.
He was really disappointed with the "godson" of Malfoy, the one who couldn't help the wall. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once a student named Maca is used as a reference, it is simply terrible.
"I have to stop you," Harry panted, as he picked up his schoolbag and said softly, "But seriously, you just hit him just now. Then you have to be careful-although I I don't know why Snape didn't punish you, but Malfoy will definitely not let it go. "
"That should be said-you are so accurate!" Ron chuckled.
Neville didn't answer. He picked up his schoolbag and went to the classroom silently.
"Don't say such rumors," Hermione said resentfully.
"Well ... but why?" Ron was somewhat inexplicable. "What the is going on here? Why is he suddenly ..."
"Who knows?" Harry shook his head and said, "Listen to what he said ... maybe there is someone he knows in that ward in St. Mungo?"
They whispered a few words, and hurriedly walked in along with the crowd, and sat down side by side in the seat at the back of the classroom as usual.
They have been sitting in the bottom row since the second potion class of the year of enrollment and have not changed over the years.
When the three took out the quill pens, textbooks and other things used in class from the schoolbags, they heard that most of the students around them were talking about Neville's behavior just now.
But when Snape waved his wand and the classroom door slammed shut, all the voices stopped abruptly. ) Download Free Reader !!