This Hogwarts is not normal

Draco, who was glared at by a group of lion cubs, felt no psychological pressure at all.

Vincent is not here, and it doesn't matter what he says.

Even if Harry's eyes stung him, the third Dark Lord who would bring the Malfoy family to a higher level in the future must not be led astray by others.

"Dabanya, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Hermione threw the broom over and said, "You said you don't understand, then just give it a try."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Draco caught it and threw it back.

With a "pop" sound, the broom hit Hermione's head.

"Malfoy!" Neville had just taken two steps out when he fell down and rolled on the grass.

"Let me go, Longbottom!"

Dragging Draco down together, he happened to be lying on top.

"How dare you attack a girl!"

Although something unexpected happened midway, Neville took advantage of his size and quickly sat up.

At this time, Crabbe and Goyle, who had arrived late, each grabbed one of Neville's arms.

"Fake, you don't follow the rules!" James ran up without any intention of taking action.

"Despicable! Three against one!"

Alfred also took off his school robe before leaving.

Not to mention the impulsive little lions, even the little snakes are gearing up.

"Calm down, James." Harry, who was holding his arm, was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach.

"Go away, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

Draco, who was kicking on both legs, didn't realize who he had just kicked.

When Ron saw his good friend Harry lying on the grass, he pounced on him without saying a word.

"Damn Weasley! Get your stinky feet off!"

"Shit, Malfoy!"

After Neville was pulled away, it was Ron's turn to hold Draco down.

When he pounced on him, he even slapped his feet.

Draco, who had a dirty face, opened his mouth and bit the calf that was moving wildly.

"What the hell!" Ron reached out and pulled the silky blond hair.

The boss was at a disadvantage, and Crabbe and Galton immediately became angry.

But as they pushed past James and Alfred, Seamus and Dean were each riding behind them.

Seeing this, the little snakes of Slytherin all flocked to the little lions of Gryffindor.

Harry, who was lying on the grass, stared blankly at the melee in front of him.

"We have to find a way to stop them!" Hermione covered her forehead with one hand and stretched out the other hand in front of him.

"I know, but-"

Harry had just stood up when he felt something fly past his head.

He turned around and was stunned for less than half a second, then jogged to pick up a broomstick.

"Harry, where are you going!"

"That's Neville's memory ball!"

Hermione looked in the direction it was flying.

This floor,

This location,

It happens to be the office of their dean.

"Malfoy, how dare you throw something at me!"

Ron pulled off a handful of golden hair.

"Bah!" Draco let go of his mouth in pain, "You're done, Weasley!"

He pushed the opponent sideways until he was rolling on the grass.

The two struggled and tore each other apart.

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Next to the corridor on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a small room that can see the entire Quidditch pitch.

It's McGonagall's office.

She was grading her senior thesis when she felt the light coming in from the window suddenly dim, so she raised her head slightly and looked over.

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Harry was riding a broomstick outside the window, holding a memory ball with excitement on his face.

He stayed for less than a second and flew back at an extremely fast speed.

"Merlin's beard! How did he—"

Mag's expression froze as he looked over.

This year, the first-year student under her actually got into a fight with another student.

She quickly picked up her wand, opened the window, and quickly jumped onto the grass in her Animagus form.

"Stop it all!"

After an extremely loud sound, all the freshmen on both sides did not dare to continue.

Only Draco took this opportunity and punched Ron hard in the left eye socket.

"All petrified!"

Mag shot a magic spell at the two people who were bruised and swollen.

She was so angry that no words could describe her mood at this time.

In the afternoon,

Forget about one or two,

He is actually a freshman in two colleges.

The key is Slytherin's, and he hasn't been able to gain any advantage yet.

With Vincent here in Graffindor College, it's impossible not to sneeze at the little snakes.

"Professor, Vincent..." Hermione, whose forehead was swollen, raised her hand and pointed upward.

Two black spots that are so small that they can be ignored are flying towards the sun one after another.

Mag pursed his lips and scanned everyone one by one with his emerald green eyes.

Almost every student has injuries.

Even when Harry flew back on his broom, one side of his face was scratched by a fragment of his glasses.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Hermione pointed at the motionless Draco, "Professor, it was Malfoy who tampered with Vincent's broom!"

"That's right, Professor!"

Neville straightened his chest while holding the memory ball, "I saw the explosion at the end of the broom with my own eyes, and then I dragged him flying upwards."

"Yes, and Hermione's broom has also been tampered with!"

"When confronting Malfoy, this despicable man even hit her with a broom!"

Alfred and James both glared at Draco with indignation, and made it clear that if Vincent had any bad intentions, this man would be a murderer.

"fart!"

Crabbe roared with a pair of panda eyes: "The brooms in the school have been used for more than ten years. Why is it that Draco has done anything wrong?"

Hermione immediately retorted, "Can you tell me where you were during lunch?"

"I……"

Gore, half of his face scratched, suddenly came to his senses and said, "Let's go back to the dormitory and wash off the garlic smell!"

"You three together?" Hermione's eyes became a little strange.

"Yes!" Crabbe nodded heavily, "What's wrong with us taking a shower together?"

"vomit--"

Except for them and the two people who couldn't move, everyone present, including Mag, found this excuse extremely disgusting.

"Do you have any witnesses?"

"We are witnesses!"

No matter what the truth of the matter is, it is no longer as simple as a mere brawl between students.

The ancient magic surrounding Hogwarts ensures that no one from the outside can successfully invade.

But getting out from inside is a very simple matter.

Listening to Crabbe and Goyle's excuses, McGonagall could only pray that Mrs. Hooch in heaven could safely save poor Vincent.

At least three thousand feet above the ground.

Mrs. Huo Qi, who was riding a broom, kept her eyes fixed on the figure that was getting further and further away in front of her.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the Sweeping Five Star, which is used as a flying lesson teaching aid, to explode.

Although it is very old, it is extremely safe.

She couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried, and she highly suspected that the broom had been tampered with.

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