Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Not sure how long our savior can stay on his broom this time? Anyone willing to bet? How about you, Weasley?"

Facing Ron's non-response, Malfoy pushed even further. He is such a brat who likes to test in front of you, watching you become angry but helpless.

At this point in the game, Snape had just awarded a free throw to Hufflepuff after George slapped a Bludger hard at him, which he took as a provocation.

Clark folded his arms across his chest, looking like he was focusing on the game.

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team selects players?"

A few minutes later, when Snape unreasonably awarded the Hufflepuffs another free throw, Malfoy said loudly, deliberately: "They pick people they feel sorry for. Like Potter, no parents and no mothers." , and the Weasley brothers, the family has no money... You should join the team too, Neville Longbottom, because you have no brains."

Neville's face was flushed, and he turned suddenly from his chair to face Malfoy.

"Do you still think your dark circles were not symmetrical last time? Malfoy." He clenched his fists and shook them.

The last time Neville took the opportunity to punch Malfoy in the right eye after he got the Leg-locking Curse, it kept him from going out to see people for three or four days.

Malfoy touched his recovered eye sockets, and smiled pretending to be disdainful, and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, also laughed out loud in unison.

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the field, and said, "Show him some power, Neville."

Malfoy took a peek at Clark and saw that he was sitting firmly on the stand with his back turned to him, as if he was fascinated by the game and didn't pay attention to this side, so he relaxed.

It's just that he didn't see that a dark blue rope, like a snake, fell to the ground along Clark's trouser leg.

"Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's pretty telling."

"I warn you, Malfoy...you dare to say one more thing..."

"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Look at Harry!"

"What's the matter? Where is it?"

Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, and the audience exclaimed and cheered. Some little witches even stood up nervously, as if they wanted to see more clearly. I saw Harry shooting to the ground like a bullet.

"Lucky for you, Weasley, Potter apparently saw money on the ground!" said Malfoy.

Neville moved very quickly, he stepped on the back of the chair and rolled over.

Malfoy was just about to call his two followers, when suddenly a strong force came from his feet, as if a python wrapped around his ankle, and pulled him hard.

"boom!"

Neville watched Malfoy fall in front of him. Although he didn't know what happened, he immediately stepped on top of him, and then waved his fists to greet Malfoy's face.

"Ah! You dare to hit me, my dad is the school manager."

"Bang!" Malfoy was punched in the left eye.

"Ah! Crabbe, Goyle, pull him away."

"Bang!" Malfoy received a punch in the right eye.

"Ah! Stop hitting, stop hitting."

Crabbe and Goyle really wanted to pull Neville away, but Ron rolled over from the back of the seat to help without hesitation. Seamo, who was beside him, hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward to stop Goyle. them.

Malfoy still wanted to struggle, but Clark's magic rope bound his legs tightly, making him unable to resist at all.

"Ah!" It wasn't Malfoy who shouted, his swollen cheeks couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Hermione let out a shriek and hopped onto her seat, just in time to block the commotion in the last row of the grandstand.

Some students around her also became agitated like her,

Because they all saw that Harry rushed straight at Snape, the Quidditch referee.

Nobody cared that Malfoy and Neville rolled into a ball under their seats, and nobody cared that Ron, Seamus, Crabbe, and Goyle were scuffling, punching, and screaming in pain. .

In the air, just as Snape turned around on his broomstick, he saw a golden thing whizzing past his ear, and then a figure riding a broom, which startled him because the figure Flying by, within inches of him, Snape almost drew his wand.

Immediately afterwards, Harry stopped the dive. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the Snitch was held tightly in his hand.

Snape's face was pale, his lips were pursed tightly, Harry's victorious look reminded him of bad memories, and he hated the brat even more.

And the stands were boiling, the game was over, it lasted less than five minutes, which would be a new record, no one could remember a game in which the Snitch was caught so quickly.

As soon as Harry landed on the ground, he received a hero's welcome. The little wizards of Gryffindor poured into the arena and surrounded him. Dumbledore even walked behind him and put his hand on his. on the shoulders.

"Well done," Dumbledore said softly, only glad to see you weren't thinking about that mirror all day... living life to the fullest... great..."

Snape spat on the ground angrily.

"Victory!"

The Gryffindors held Harry on their shoulders, Clark and Hermione applauded him from a distance, and Ron cheered with a nosebleed.

On the stand not far away, Neville stood there alone, with the three of Malfoy, who were tightly bound, with bruised nose and swollen face, unconscious.

His face was still wounded, the skin on his fist was torn, and blood dripped on the ground, but he didn't notice it, he was just shaking with excitement, panting heavily, as if he wanted to take all the grievances and grievances in the past Spit out unhappy.

He also won!

The weak Neville walked down the stands alone, the cheers from the arena were still clearly audible, but he no longer had the energy to celebrate for Harry.

When he walked down the last step and stepped on the soft grass, it was like stepping on a pile of cotton, and he could no longer support himself. The sky was spinning and the whole person fell to the ground.

Fortunately, at this moment, a solid and powerful arm supported him from behind, giving him strength.

Neville raised his head, vaguely saw Clark's smiling face, and then completely fainted.

"Is he okay?" Hermione asked with concern from the side. She saw Neville's resistance and bravery with her own eyes today, which made her admire this honest and honest young man.

"It's okay," Clark took out a bottle of sea dog potion from his pocket and poured it into Neville's mouth.

The effect of this potion extracted from the fat of fur seals was so remarkable that Neville's complexion immediately turned from pale to rosy.

"It's just a lack of strength. Signing weakness makes people tonic. I gave him some energy recovery potion, and after a short rest, he will be alive again."

As he spoke, he put Neville's arm on his shoulders and carried him on his back.

"Let's go, let's send him back to the dormitory first, there may be a celebration dinner for the hero tonight." Clark said with a pun.

Looking up, Hogwarts in the distance, under the glow of the setting sun, was red as fire.