Chapter 390

"... let me see, the Gryffindor team has no hope. The Quidditch Cup this school year is our Slytherin's, isn't it? Professor Umbridge's opinion is the opinion of the Ministry of magic, but when it comes to the Ministry of Magic - how can they compare with my father?"

"I heard from my father a few years ago that Arthur Weasley has been thinking about dismissing in the Department! As for our Savior... Ha ha, he should..."

"Malfoy, let go."

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

He turned and looked around, his eyes jerking subconsciously - standing behind him were Harry, of course, Hermione and Ron, and the little Wizards of Gryffindor college.

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

Since he was taught by Maka, he has stopped for a long time. Later, his father Lucius solemnly told him not to be enemies with Marca's friends.

But perhaps it was time that killed his inner fear. At the beginning of this semester, he seemed to start to show his teeth and claws again.

Although he still has lingering fears about Marca - after all, the power shown by Marca has gone beyond his common sense, in front of ordinary students, he once again shows signs of fun by slandering Harry and others.

Of course, in normal times, he does so as far as possible where the parties can't see. But recently he had more friends. In front of sokas, the number of his boasting was obviously increasing.

Today, as usual, when he tried to raise himself by slandering Harry and others, he finally met the Lord inadvertently.

To tell the truth, not to mention Marca, even in the face of Harry who can cut down the fire dragon with a sword, he has no confidence. So when he suddenly saw Harry, he couldn't help feeling cold behind his back.

Although for Harry's Dragon killing, he always counted the credit on the Gryffindor's treasure sword. To Malfoy, Harry was just lucky.

Seeing Malfoy take a step back, Harry was no longer interested in seeing him, raised his legs, passed each other, and walked expressionless to the door of the potion class classroom.

"Well, it's just good luck..." Malfoy whispered, "what would you be like without Gryffindor's sword and Marca McLean?"

"... that's better than you!" a slight voice suddenly came out and became quite obvious in the quiet corridor.

Ron wanted to say that, but he figured it out beforehand. Now is not the time to make a fuss. So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.

However, it was surprising that Neville, who was always a coward, said this sentence.

"What?" Malfoy might hesitate to Harry, but when he saw that cowardly students like Neville dared to despise himself, he immediately felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode. "Dare you say it again?"

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

The two silly big men who had been standing behind Malfoy since just now, Gore and Crabbe, took a step forward at the same time and blocked Neville's way.

"Am I wrong?" Neville shrunk his neck, but his courage inspired him from somewhere. He clenched his teeth and said shakily, "Harry must be better than you!"

"Neville," Harry, who had just come to the door, turned his head and hurried two steps to Neville, "don't argue with people like him. It's meaningless. His brain has long been broken!"

"Ridiculous! I think his brain is bad? He's just a forgetful fool -" Malfoy shouted angrily. "If you want me to say, you'd better send him to St. Mungo! There's a special ward for those whose brains are damaged!"

As like as two peas, "I went to visit the vice president when I went to San Monte to visit the vice president last time."

"... he only eats, sleeps and stays in a daze all day, which is worse than the frober caterpillar! At least the frober caterpillar can spit! Hahaha - ah! Stop him!"

Malfoy seemed to burst out his past grievances. Catching Neville was a sarcasm, but he suddenly exclaimed.

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

At the beginning of school, Neville, who was in his early ten years of age, was short, fat and round. Naturally, he would not be the opponent of Malfoy's two followers. At that time, he undoubtedly matched his cowardly and introverted character.

But in the past two years, Neville, who has entered the stage of development, seems to have been hit by the expansion curse. He has grown up and stood out among his little friends.

But in everyone's impression, Neville's cowardice is still so deep-rooted that he often ignores his actual physique.

At the moment, he was suddenly angry and rushed towards Malfoy like crazy, and there was a burst of chaos at once.

Although Crabbe and Gore were obviously bigger and rounder than Neville, Neville could not completely block his impact under Neville's anger without warning.

Only a "bang" sound was heard, followed by Malfoy's dull hum. In that mess, Neville's fist hit Malfoy's nose accurately.

"Neville! Don't --"

Hermione's words were obviously late. In her exclamation, Malfoy looked up and fell back. Sokas, who had been standing behind and watching quietly, then stretched out his hand to help Malfoy.

Harry looked bad. Although he must be late, he still grabbed Neville's robe with an arrow.

Neville was obviously not satisfied. Under the obstruction of Crabbe and gore, he still waved his fists indiscriminately, as if he wanted to rush up again and continue to make up for it.

"Give me a hand!" Harry hurried back and shouted to Ron.

They each chose one side, tried to hold Neville's arm, and dragged him away from Slytherin's gang. Crabbe and Goyle dragged him back into Gryffindor's crowd before they rolled up their sleeves and planned a big fight.

"... no kidding! People like you don't deserve to be a Hogwarts! How dare you insult the patients in St. Mungo! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't hold me, I'll teach him! Teach him!"

Probably because he never spoke loudly at ordinary times, Neville, who roared at the moment, had his neck red and his voice became quite strange.

It's not unreasonable for him to be so angry. Because among the Wizards living in the long-term ward on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's magic and injury hospital are his parents, the Lombards.

In the aftermath of the last Voldemort's downfall, the Aurors were caught by death eaters who were frantically looking for their master's whereabouts, and tortured into mental breakdown losers with a heart drilling curse.

Just as Neville struggled and shouted, the door of the potion classroom was gently opened, and Snape with a cold face came out.

His cold, dead black eyes swept between the two groups of people in the corridor. When he saw Malfoy leaning against sokas with his face covered, he paused and finally fixed on Neville, who was still twisting.

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

"Fight? Huh... Porter Weasley lombarton?" snape said darkly with his mouth curled. "Gryffindor, deduct ten... Let lombarton go, Porter... Otherwise, put him in confinement."

"Neville!"

Harry whispered to him again and let go of his hand.

At the sight of Snape, who was most afraid of him, Neville's hot mind finally calmed down a little. He bowed his head, supported his knees, gasped, and stared at the ground with angry eyes.

"... everybody, come into the classroom." snape glanced at Malfoy again, then dropped a word, and turned first into the classroom.

For Malfoy, the "Godson", he was really disappointed. He couldn't help the wall at all. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once Maka is used as a reference, it is simply terrible.

"I must stop you," said Harry, panting as he picked up his schoolbag. "But seriously, you just hit him, and then you must be careful - although I don't know why Snape didn't punish you again, Malfoy, they won't let it go."

"You should say that - you hit it right!" Ron chuckled.

Neville didn't answer. He picked up his schoolbag and went to the classroom in silence.

"Don't say such sarcastic words," Hermione said angrily.

"Well... But why?" Ron was puzzled. "What's going on? Why did he suddenly..."

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head. "Listen to what he just said... Maybe there are people he knows in the ward in St. Mungo?"

After whispering a few words, they hurried in with the crowd and sat down side by side in the seats at the back of the classroom as usual.

Since the second potion class in the year of enrollment, they have been sitting in the last row, which has not changed over the years.

When they took out the quills, textbooks and other things to be used in class from their schoolbags, they heard that most of the students around them were whispering about Neville's behavior just now.

But when Snape waved his wand and the classroom door slammed shut, all the voices stopped suddenly.