Vol 2 Chapter 104: Field melee

　　 "Hey, how about it, Potter!" Malfoy walked up with his black light wheel 2001.
　　 "When the game comes, you can just follow my and eat ashes." Malfoy said arrogantly, "Or you can't even follow behind?"
　　 Hearing these words, all the Slytherin students burst into laughter. The gesture was really more presumptuous.
"And you, Wood." Malfoy said, "After being suppressed by Slytherin for so many years and waking up by a fluke, Gryffindor is stupid enough to regard you as a savior, isn't it? Tactical guidance It's ridiculous."
　　 "You have to pay for your words." Harry grabbed the broom in one hand and was about to go forward to beat Malfoy, but Wood stopped him.
　　 Wood said to Fetling with a blue face, "I'm going to clarify the authenticity of your approval."
　　 "It's okay, whatever you want, anyway, today's Quidditch field belongs to us." After Fettering finished speaking, he was about to take his team into the air, but he was pushed down by Wood.
　　 "What, Wood?" Fettering looked at Wood viciously and said, "Do you have any farts. You know, the practice time at Slytherin College was not delayed by a person like you."
　　 "When I found Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, don't even think about using this place." As Wood said, Brother Veles was tacitly blocked in front.
　　 "Of course, but you are responsible for the consequences." Fettering looked at Wood with a mischievous expression, "Hindering the training of the competition team, this is a malicious match. I think Mrs. Jasmine will count this in."
　　 "Let's go, Potter..." Wood said coldly, and wanted to find Professor McGonagall.
　　 But the next words immediately ignited Gryffindor's anger.
"How about, Potter? Are you trying to escape and surrender without a fight?" Malfoy said presumptuously. "I don't think you should come to Gryffindor, or the courage that Gryffindor has always emphasized has long been Nothing? Maybe you should tear off the lion on your clothes and shame Gryffindor for the rest. How about replacing it with a dog?"
　　 Immediately afterwards, the Slytherin team was like a burst of hilarious smoke. All Gryffindor's faces turned green.
　　 "Take your words back, Malfoy, or I will definitely make you regret coming here today." Hermione pointed her finger at Malfoy, and it seemed that the little girl's anger had been accumulated.
　　 "Remove your hand, you dirty mudblood." Malfoy used his broom to poke Hermione's hand away, which made Hermione scream in pain.
　　 Fanlin just wanted to teach Malfoy a lesson with his magic wand, but Ron did take the lead, like an angry beast, "Eat the slug, Malfoy!"
　　 Ron had never cast a spell so quickly. Using his old wand, an amazing green light accumulated from Ron's wand, and Malfoy looked at the situation in horror.
　　 However, the effect Malfoy expected after hitting the spell did not happen.
　　 In Ron's scream, Ron's curse hadn't waited for Malfoy to hit Malfoy, he turned into a whirlpool in the air, and knocked Ron out heavily.
　　 "Ron." Harry yelled, and quickly ran to Ron's side. Fanlin quickly helped Hermione who had been beaten aside by Malfoy, and then the two ran over.
　　 But before Fanlin ran over, Ron stood up with Harry's support, but Ron's face was indeed quite ugly.
　　Suddenly, Ron retched, and a slug over 3 inches spit out from Ron's mouth.
　　 Ron’s curse is undoubtedly a success, but it is a pity that this curse did not apply to Malfoy.
　　 "FiniteIncatatem (mantra stop)!"
Fanlin didn't hesitate, and a spell to dispel Ron was hit on Ron, but the effect was not as effective as expected. The second slug that Ron vomited was only about an inch smaller, and he vomited completely. Can't stop.
"Go home, Veles." Malfoy saw this and once again lost his mind. "Kneel down and beg your poor family and stingy parents, let them exchange you for a second-hand wand, of course , I think your dad will sweep the floor part-time in the Ministry of Magic for this. Although it is not easy to clean up magic, I think Minister Fudge will pity your family."
　　Fanlin stood up and said, "Malfoy, you know, it's a pity that you don't clean up your excrement with this mouth."
　　 "What did you say?" Malfoy asked in confusion, which made him look silly.
　　 "I mean, why don't you eat shit!" As soon as Fanlin said, he pulled out the wand he had prepared, and he planned to teach Malfoy some profound lessons.
　　 "IceDppugno (Ice Dppugno)!"
　　 A blue curse was lit on the front end of Fanlin's wand~EbookFREE.me~ The radius was about 35 inches, and the resulting hockey puck represented dense ice, rushing towards Malfoy at a very high speed.
　　 In an instant, the place Malfoy hit by the hockey puck turned blue and purple, as if he had just been beaten with a fist, and a nosebleed flowed down.
　　Of course, this is Hogwarts, and Fanlin is still very measured and didn't smash Malfoy to death, but it would have allowed Malfoy to lie down for many days.
　　 In an instant, the Slytherins present pulled out their wands at almost the same time, and aimed at Fanlin, the culprit in their eyes.
　　 Of course, all the Gryffindors present unwillingly drew out their wands, stood by Fanlin's side, and pointed their wands at the opposite Slytherins.
Fanlin even saw Neville’s excited face, as if he had just drunk, he was separated from Fanlin, standing next to Hermione, and Harry abandoned Ron and stood next to everyone. Arrived on the right hand side of Fanlin.
　　 While watching the lively Ravenclaw and Hefpuff from the sidelines, it seemed as if they had forgotten to breathe. They didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, and tightly covered their mouth with their hands.
　　 Dozens of wizards are facing each other, and the air at this time seems to be frozen. Various magic powers of different strengths and weaknesses are mixed together, which seems to block the blowing of the autumn wind.
Suddenly Fetling yelled, like a vent, but soon he realized what a wrong decision this was. The first to speak out in a confrontation between dozens of wizards was undoubtedly a declaration of war. And he has also become the target of many Gryffins' attacks. As for the first target, of course Malfoy.