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Pansy looked up when she heard this, but found that it was the red-haired imp from the Weasley family who was rushing towards them, and it was an imposing person who was walking away, and you could feel his momentum from such a distance.

Just now, Ron interceded with Professor McGonagall, but was directly ignored, helplessly watching Professor McGonagall take Harry away, and all he thought about was how to save Harry.

Helpless, Ron clenched his fists and was about to go back to the dormitory to write a letter to his parents for help. As a result, he saw that Malfoy was showing off his skills, and his mind turned to think that he had reported that Draco had also ridden a broom privately, so that he could share Harry’s guilt, but was directly driven back by Mrs. McGonagall.

Harry was taken away by Mrs. McGonagall and possibly expelled from school, while Malfoy and they could continue their classes, standing there leisurely chatting with Pansy and them. Ron’s anger couldn’t help but come out, and without thinking, he walked towards Draco and them, ready to grab Malfoy and go to Madame McGonagall to intercede for Harry. At a minimum, there is a shared responsibility.

He told Hermione what he thought, and Hermione didn’t agree or object. She thought it was Harry’s own doing, she had already reminded him, he still insisted on doing it, it was too normal to be caught and expelled.

Although Hermione herself felt that Mrs. McGonagall was too unfair, she still hoped that Draco could intercede for Harry, at least not expelled.

“Malfoy, you went with me to explain to Mrs. McGonagall that you were also at fault, and I saw that you also rode a broom.” Ron said to Draco on his toes as soon as he came over.

The people around him who were watching the lively Slytherin looked at Ron differently, it was a caring look in the eyes of the retarded. You must know that Draco is the heir of the Malfoy family, and the people who can surround Draco are people from a family of some status.

Almost everyone knew the bottom of this red-haired imp, the youngest son of the fallen Weasleys. Actually hitting Draco in the face in front of all the Slytherins was a provocation of Malfoy’s dignity and the glory of Slytherin. Does he not want to live?

“What do you say, I didn’t hear clearly.” Draco plucked his ears and said.

“I said I want you to explain it yourself like Mrs. McGonagall.” Ron said word by word, gritting his teeth.

Before Ron finished speaking, everyone around him laughed, and Ron’s face turned red, and his eyes stared at Draco.

“You mean to let Master Draco go and explain it to Professor McGonagall, wait, let me laugh for a while.” Goyle was amused by Ron’s joke and couldn’t speak.

“You didn’t burn out your head, and actually asked Master Draco to explain to Mrs. McGonagall, haha, what are you thinking?” Who do you think you are, dare to order me. Crabbe clutched his stomach and laughed loudly.

“You.” Ron was even more flushed by Malfoy’s tone.

“Boy, you better go back to wash and sleep, and tomorrow you can send your best friend out of Hogwarts.” A Slytherin student on the side ruffled his hair and said playfully.

“It’s really narcissistic.” Goyle said to the surroundings, simply on purpose, completely without controlling his volume. The scene of sparks suddenly quieted down, and after a while, the sound of laughter came again.

Slytherins are united, and when someone provokes their glory, they will unite externally.

Draco squinted at Ron’s clown-like performance, whether the redhead was really brain-dead, or to show his presence. Draco didn’t want to and didn’t intervene, he believed that Crabbe and Goyle would solve such a simple matter for him, and stepped back slightly to watch the big drama quietly.

Sure enough, Goyle and Ron began to move their hands and feet in the middle of the argument. Before he could look energetic, Mrs. Hooch strode back from the medical room, followed by a ashamed Neville, seeing how easily he walked, it seemed that there were no internal injuries, and he was relieved to see this.

Ron had fled long ago amid the slytherin laughs.

After the flight lesson, Draco and they had not yet returned to the dormitory when they got the news from the senior seniors: they called out Quidditch Captain Wood in Gryffindor during class, I don’t know what to talk about, it took a long time to come back, and I was still very excited when I came back.

Pansy’s heart sank, should Draco be sure? Goyle and Crabbe on the side were incredulous. Combined with the information just now, Pansy quickly concluded that Madame McGonagall was really likely to let Harry participate in Quidditch.

“It doesn’t work.” Pansy wouldn’t be stupid and go straight to Dumbledore or Madame McGonagall and say you can’t let Harry play Quidditch.

“No, you must inform the dean and ask him to stop them from making this decision.” Pansy did whatever he thought, so he hurriedly asked Crabbe and them to go to Snape’s office to report, as a superior person does not have to do many things himself, everything is done by himself, and what is called a superior person.

Crabbe and the two Slytherin students beside him heard Pansy’s order and turned to look at Draco, seeing him nod before hurrying to the headmaster’s office.

Leaving Draco and Pansy speechless looking at the figure who had run away, although it needed to be fast, it didn’t have to be so excited!

But if Professor Snape is asked to go to the headmaster, I wonder if it will happen accidentally? With Professor Snape’s personality, he would definitely not let Harry enter the Quidditch team so easily, I am afraid that Dumbledore will have a headache, after all, Mrs. McGonagall and Professor Snape are not fuel-efficient lamps, and there should be an unexpected gain.

Draco seemed to like the feeling of secretly moving the situation, and if he could, it would be better to hide in the dark until the mysterious man died, but it seemed unlikely, unless he was willing to make Harry a hero. Shaking his head, he forcibly interrupted his thoughts, thinking that it was too early to think about this.