Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"Do people who farm the land deserve to be ridiculed like this by you? Miles, the food you eat doesn't come from the soil?" Jody said in an angry tone.

"I'm just talking about those guys who are so poor that they have to dig in the soil to find food by themselves!" Miles said while making a not-so-pleasant laugh with the people around him, "Do you think any of those people with noble blood will go there by themselves?"

Farming? Only servants and low-class people do this kind of thing."

"What are you talking about?" The red-haired man walking towards me had stopped and listened for a while, and finally spoke up.

"Ha! What did I see, Weasley!?" Miles looked like he had seen rubbish. "Oh, did what I said just now irritate you? I would say you are tarnishing your family's face! Together with the two

The eighteen pure-blood clans will all be put to shame because of you, you scum digging in the ground all day long!"

One of the twins strode towards Miles' face without hesitation.

"What are you going to do? You're stimulated, woohoo~ Poor Weasley is stimulated~"

Seeing George getting closer and closer, the Slytherins drew out their wands one after another.

But before any of them could start casting a spell, a gray light lit up behind George and shot into the crowd, almost close to his ear.

Fred raised his wand and cast the spell from an angle where no one could see, "Eat the slugs, Miles!"

At the same time that Miles was cursed, George accelerated instantly and entered a sprint state, "The great person digging in the ground you just mentioned is my mother!"

The noble Slytherins learn etiquette and practice spells, but most of them have no experience of enemies rushing in front of them.

Miles was hit by the spell and felt a lump in his throat that quickly gathered and then swelled and became slippery, with a texture that could break with a bite and twisted around in his mouth.

But George didn't give him a chance to spit out what was in his mouth.

A punch hit him on the nose, and Miles didn't have time to open his mouth, so the thing in his mouth that was still getting bigger had to move inwards and make a grunt.

Something indescribable was swallowed by him.

Jody stood from a distance and watched Jordan and Fred rush up and drown themselves in the Slytherins. Then the Gryffindors passing by joined in the melee, which turned into a battle between Gryffindors and Gryffindors in this issue.

Slytherin's first group fight... was a day worth remembering.

"Oh, that's really choking, Miles." Jodi watched Miles crawl out of the crowd with a bloody nose, found a corner and started vomiting, including the curse that was constantly forming in his throat.

That piece of slug and some other stuff in the stomach.

The prefects who were notified quickly rushed to the scene.

There were quarrels, pulls, and frantic wandering on the verge of triggering a fight among the senior students for a long time before an agreement was reached.

In the end, Miles was inexplicably reported and deducted five points. The guy looked embarrassed and was helped away by several classmates.

Interestingly, the prefects on both sides had a tacit understanding and did not ask the teacher to handle the matter. It seems that the two colleges have already reached a tacit understanding in their fight.

"Miles, this Weasley family's trick is very troublesome to solve, so don't bother Mrs. Pomfrey. Find a place and wait for it to stop."

Prefect Rude dodged the fat slug that fell at his feet with a look of disgust on his face.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor often have disputes. Our rule is that the losing side will deduct points."

Rudd Knott raised his wand and put it against Miles's chin, locking his mouth first and then moving closer, staring into his eyes and saying, "Although I'm dealing with a second-year student, this is not the case."

Reason. You have brought shame on Slytherin!"

After saying that, he drew his wand, rolled up his sleeves, and left.

Leave Miles behind and where will we go next? Oh la oh la.

The British didn't pay much attention to lunch, so they went back to the hall to eat something casually. After a short rest, there was only one section on History of Magic in the afternoon.

The translucent Professor Binns walked across the blackboard and came to the podium, leaving the students below stunned for a moment.

Ruoyouruowu's hostile gaze told Jody that he was officially being targeted.

The group of people led by Miles obviously blamed all their previous misfortunes on him.

In fact, it was indeed the case, Jody's timing made Miles's sarcastic remarks sound like they were specifically directed at Weasley.

It is easy to feel sleepy in the afternoon, but in this case, we have to face Professor Binns reciting the knowledge that he has read in advance in his voice without any inflection.

Many people in the classroom were nodding, and more people had lowered their heads, as if they would break their noses on the corner of the table in the next moment.

Professor Spine has been the tutor of History of Magic for who knows how many years. It is said that he got up from class and forgot his body by the stove. From then on, he transformed into a ghost.

He has no books in his hands and almost never reads textbooks. All the stories seem to be stored in his own head.

Maybe his dry tone is related to the reading speed of this old CPU. Thank you for your hard work.

In his previous life, Jodi was forced to undergo a Long March-style education and was tortured to the point of death. What's the hell is that in this life, he has to find ways to give himself a Long March-style education.

Fortunately, if he has experienced it once, he will be more accustomed to it when he comes again.

When the purebred Englishmen around him began to enjoy their afternoon leisure, Jody, a Chuanchuan breeder, avoided the Erque who were thinking of causing trouble for him and sneaked alone to Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor.

Myrtle, who is quiet in the bathroom at this time, doesn't seem to be here?

Jodi pulled out his wand, and at this moment, all the doors of the toilet stalls were opened by an unknown force at once. The pool filled with liquid in the middle of the bathroom was bubbling with bubbles, and in the next moment, a large gray mass appeared.

The object broke through the sleep and caused a huge splash, "Wow! Look at me eating you, hahahaha~"

Jody looked helplessly at Myrtle, who was showing her teeth and claws, and wordlessly reached out to wipe away the water splashed on her face.

"It's you again, rude fellow!" Myrtle's face swelled with anger.

"...I don't know who is more rude." Jody wanted to dry himself off with a wave of his wand, but unfortunately he couldn't do it now.

"What are you doing here? This room belongs to me!" Seeing that Jodi didn't turn around and run away at all, Yao Jinniang flew higher, as if hoping that this would make her more imposing.

I don’t know what the ghost is, but her dress trembled in a large arc with her excited movements, looking like a hen in a nest with its wings spread to protect its eggs.

"Then your boudoir is really messy." Jody nonchalantly withdrew his attention from this troublemaker. He needed to focus at this time.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Ah!" Myrtle was so frightened that she covered her face, but realized that the spell was not directed at herself, "...someone is treating my place as a practice room again, and I didn't agree! Just wait, I will go.

Tell your teacher and let him discipline you."

After saying that, she raised her head and looked like a stinker.

"Everything..." Jody repeatedly adjusted the movements of her wrists while looking for a feeling. He was not interested in talking to her at all, "Everyone is petrified!"

After waiting for a long time and receiving no response, Myrtle couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Hey!"

"What are you expecting there?" Jodi waved his arms repeatedly, took a moment to turn his eyes this way, his tone was full of teasing, "Do you expect me to beg you?"

Myrtle was shocked, and she didn't know if it was an illusion that her gray face seemed to be stained with a layer of white, as if she was blushing, "You! You rude guy, you will regret it! Ahhhhhh

Ahh~”

While shouting, the female ghost flushed herself down the toilet by repeating the big parabola she had repeated many times.

Jodi shook her head, "Next time I'll have to suggest she tuck herself somewhere more normal."