This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Draco, who was glared at by a group of little lions, had no psychological pressure at all.

Vincent was not here, so he had to say whatever he wanted.

Even if Harry's eyes hurt him, the third Dark Lord who could make the Malfoy family more powerful in the future must not be led astray by others.

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

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

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

With a "snap", the broom hit Hermione's forehead.

"Malfoy!" Neville ran out for only two steps before he fell on the grass and rolled over.

"Let me go, Longbottom!"

He dragged Draco, who fell down with him, and he happened to be riding on him.

"How dare you hit a girl!"

Although there was a little accident in the middle, Neville relied on his size advantage and quickly suppressed it.

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

"Fuck, you are not following the rules!" James, who had no intention of fighting, ran up.

"Despicable! Three against one!"

Before leaving, Alfred took off his school robe.

Not to mention the impulsive little lions, even the little snakes were all ready to fight.

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

"Get out of here, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

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

Ron saw his good friend Harry lying on the grass and rushed over without saying a word.

"Damn Weasley! Get your stinky feet away!"

"Shit, Malfoy!"

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

When he rushed over, he also pushed his foot over.

Draco, with a dirty face, opened his mouth and bit the calf that was moving vigorously.

"You fucking bastard!" Ron reached out and pulled at the smooth golden hair.

The boss was at a disadvantage, and Crabbe and Gower were immediately angry.

But when they squeezed James and Alfred away, Seamus and Dean rode on their backs.

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

Harry, 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, who had just stood up, felt something flying over his head.

He looked back for less than half a second, then trotted to pick up a flying broom.

"Harry, where are you going!"

"That's Neville's memory ball!"

Hermione looked at the direction it flew.

This floor,

this location,

is exactly the office of their dean.

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

Ron pulled off a small tuft of golden hair.

"Pah!" Draco opened his mouth in pain, "You're done, Weasley!"

He pressed the other sideways and rolled on the grass.

The two wrestled and tore each other.

……

……

On the second floor corridor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a small room that can see the entire Quidditch field.

It is McGonagall's office.

She was correcting senior papers, and felt that the light coming in from the window suddenly dimmed, so she raised her head slightly and looked over.

Outside the window, Harry was riding a flying broom, holding a memory ball with excitement on his face.

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

"Merlin's beard! How on earth did he--"

McGonagall, who was looking over, froze.

This year, the first-year students under her actually fought with other students.

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

"Stop it all!"

After a very loud voice, the freshmen on both sides did not dare to continue.

Only Draco took this opportunity to punch Ron's left eye socket.

"Petrification!"

McGonagall cast a spell at the two bruised faces.

She was so angry that no words could describe her feelings at the moment.

It was late in the afternoon,

one or two people would be fine,

they were actually freshmen from two colleges.

The key is that they are from Slytherin, and they haven't gained any advantage.

With Vincent, Gryffindor College can't help but beat the little snakes.

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

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

McGonagall pursed her lips and scanned everyone one by one with her emerald green eyes.

Almost every student was injured.

Even Harry, who flew back on a broom, had a small cut on one side of his face caused by the fragments 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, holding the memory ball, straightened his chest, "I saw with my own eyes that the tail of the broom exploded, and then it dragged him up and flew."

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

"When confronting Malfoy, this despicable guy also hit her with a broom!"

Alfred and James both glared at Draco with indignation, and made it clear that if Vincent had any good 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 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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