People Are In Hogwarts, Replace The Invisible Man At The Beginning

Following Wood's shot, the entire stadium became chaotic, and Harry also drew out his wand to confront Malfoy. For some reason, he felt that Malfoy had become much stronger and more obsessed with him.

Among the Gryffindor team, Jiang Feng was the most excited, studying every day, just had a chance to let off steam, and maybe he would never have the chance in the future, so he had to fight, fight hard!

All sixteen sets of military boxing were thrown out, Jiang Feng was like a god, and Flinte's buck teeth were all knocked out.

At this moment, Malfoy was still focused on Harry, not aware of the danger coming.

"Damned!"

"Oolong out of the hole!"

"Tara Terra!"

"Rapid aging!"

"The front teeth competition is great!"

"The devil is coming!"

Harry was stunned, he couldn't figure out why Malfoy was so powerful? It's just a school fight, so what?

One by one, the scary magic hit, Harry was forced to roll all over the floor, and the smile on Malfoy's face never stopped.

Until Jiang Feng strikes.

"end……"

"The last fart! There are many obstacles!"

Jiang Feng yelled angrily, kicked Malfoy ten meters away, and dropped the wand in his hand to the ground.

Before he could react, Jiang Feng flew towards him in an instant, and his terrifying grin made Malfoy's face twitch.

"You! What are you doing...ah!"

"The rising sun! The times are calling! Hope sails! Colorful sunshine! Let your dreams fly!!!"

Shouting inexplicable spells, two sandbag-sized fists were like hammers, beating Malfoy until his nose was bruised, his face was bruised, and his head was bleeding.

"Don't fight! Don't fight! Don't... fight, woo woo woo..."

Malfoy was in severe pain with tears streaming down his face, curled up on the ground and cried, Jiang Feng also stopped when he saw this.

Dutiful sons may not come out of sticks, but brats deserve to be beaten, just like Malfoy.

It was obvious that the battle was over, and the two professors, McGonagall and Snape, had arrived late, and both were shocked. The difference was that Snape's face was sinking, and McGonagall was secretly thankful.

It's all against the school rules, but we've won the fight, thought the old Gryffindor.

Snape suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice, "Mr. Stewart, I think you should give me an explanation."

"Professor Snape, Stuart is my team member, and I was the first to fight this time. I can explain it!" Oliver Wood stood up instantly.

Jiang Feng was taken aback when he saw this, he didn't expect that Gryffindor, which is known for its recklessness, really has such a person, which is quite interesting.

But he didn't refuse, Snape's gloomy face was obviously aimed at Flint, Wood would be fine.

I saw him say, "Professor Snape, my team members have been approved by Professor McGonagall, and they are training normally, but Flin Te not only leads people to occupy the court, but also insults Granger as... Mudblood!"

Snape nodded and pushed Wood away.

He walked up to Flin Te step by step, looked down at him, and said in a voice like the cold wind of the extreme north, "Marcus Flin Te, I thought you would be an excellent role model, but I didn't expect you to be so Sully the honor of Slytherin."

"Professor, I..."

"Slytherins don't need foul-mouthed savages!"

The sudden roar stopped everyone, even Malfoy stopped crying, and all the team members lowered their heads.

The farce-like war ended with Slytherin's defeat and Snape's anger, and everyone dispersed, including Jiang Feng of course.

"Hey, so handsome, Jiang Feng," Harry ran over and patted him on the shoulder, "How did you do it just now, what is that? Oriental Kung Fu?"

"That's right, that's right, this is something that all Easterners have to practice since childhood," Jiang Feng blurted out when he saw this, "The people over there started going to school at the age of six, and practiced twice a day, no matter whether it was winter or summer. "

Harry was stunned, so the Orientals are so powerful? It seems that I can't just go to the east in the future, if I say the wrong thing, I won't be beaten all over the floor?

He thought for a while and asked again, "What about Malfoy? Have you seen his magic?"

"I see," Jiang Feng nodded solemnly, "Malfoy's magic is very evil, I think it must be black magic, you should tell Professor Dumbledore."

Harry took it very seriously, said goodbye and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and everything was under control. Once Harry informed Dumbledore, Malfoy would be in big trouble. Those magics were Tom's unique secret skills, and he was the only one who knew them.

Oh no, it's three people now.

It's a pity that Tom is extremely afraid of death. Like his ancestors, he dare not enter the place where the basilisk is, and only uses it as a tool. In the end, he can only get the inheritance of the Gaunt family in the sewer.

...

In the Transformation class a few days later, Professor McGonagall finished all the lectures and announced the dismissal of the get out of class, but Jiang Feng was the only one left.

"Professor, what's the matter?"

McGonagall pursed her lips and said worriedly, "Mr. Stewart, please calm down, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."

"See me? Why?"

"Because Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, sued you, and you may be subject to a subpoena."

"Oh? Really? That's really interesting." Jiang Feng smiled meaningfully, judging him? Then wait for the wrath of the king!

Soon, the headmaster's office arrived, and when he arrived, Professor McGonagall turned and left. Dumbledore sat quietly at the table without saying a word, but the portrait of the headmaster was noisy.

"The current wizarding world is really getting worse and worse. You actually have to send people to Azkaban just because the child was beaten and cried. Albus, you won't let us down."

"Nonsense! What a disappointment! That's pure blood! He's a mixed race, and he's an oriental! It's a heinous crime to do it, and he's still crying! There's no reason! We don't need such a student at Hogwarts!" A mean The old man yelled loudly.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a single supporter for his pure blood theory, and all the principals are refuting him.

"Okay, Phineas, I don't think that's the point, it's the magic." Dumbledore said loudly and suppressed the portraits.

"Hmph, I think you are maliciously speculating about the excellent graduates of Slytherin!" Phineas Boo Laike disappeared into the portrait after dropping this sentence in disapproval.

Only then did Dumbledore come back to his senses, and smiled kindly, "Sorry, boy, the portraits in the wizarding world are always a bit noisy, and Muggles may have an advantage in this respect."

"Maybe, Professor, I don't think that's the point."

"Yes, you always get straight to the point," Dumbledore sighed. "You may be in some trouble this time. You have been summoned by the Ministry of Magic, and your identity... is in trouble."

"Hmph, it's okay," Jiang Feng smiled proudly, "Professor, you know me. If it really gets to that point, the Ministry of Magic must be worse than me."

"Ugh……"

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