Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 389: Naviway running away

"...For me, the Gryffindor team has no hope. The Quidditch Cup this school year is our Slytherin, right? Professor Umbridge’s opinion, just It's the opinion of the Ministry of Magic, but when it comes to the Ministry of Magic-how can they compare to my dad?"

"I heard from my father a few years ago that the ministry has been thinking about firing Arthur Weasley! As for our savior...Haha, he should..."

"Malfoy, let Jean."

Malfoy's long talk was interrupted by a cold voice, and the corridor was instantly quiet because of this sentence.

He turned around and took a look, his eyes twitched subconsciously-standing behind him was Harry, and of course the little wizards from Gryffindor College such as Hermione and Ron.

There was no trace of anger on the faces of the three little lions, but their cold expression made Malfoy take a step back.

He has been dead for a long time since he was taught by Maca. Later, his father Lucius solemnly told him not to be enemies with Maca's friends.

But perhaps it was time that wasted his inner jealousy. At the beginning of this semester, he seemed to start to show his teeth again.

Although he still has lingering fears about Maca-after all, the power that Maca demonstrated is beyond his common sense, but in front of ordinary classmates, he once again showed signs of taking pleasure in slandering Harry and others.

Of course, in normal times, he does this as much as possible out of sight of the person involved. But recently he has an extra friend, and in front of Sokas, the number of talks he talks about is obviously steadily increasing.

At this moment, he was trying to uplift himself by slandering Harry and others as usual, but he finally met the Lord inadvertently.

To be honest, let alone Maca, even facing Harry who can slash down the fire dragon with a sword, he has no confidence. So when he saw Harry suddenly, he couldn't help but get a chill behind his back.

Although Harry slayed the dragon, he always counted the credit on the head of the Gryffindor sword. In his opinion, Harry was just lucky.

Seeing Malfoy took a step back, Harry was no longer interested in seeing him. He raised his leg and brushed past him, walking towards the door of the potions classroom blankly.

"Huh, just good luck..." Malfoy murmured softly, "If there is no Gryffindor sword, if there is no Maca McLean, what are you scarface boy?"

"...That's better than you!" A small voice suddenly appeared, but it became quite obvious in this quiet corridor.

Ron wanted to say that, but he wanted to understand beforehand that now is not the time to mess around. So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.

But what is surprising is that it was Neville who was always cowardly speaking this sentence.

"What?" Malfoy may be hesitant to Harry, but when he saw that a weak student like Neville dared to despise himself, he suddenly felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode, "Dare you Say it again?"

The dispute that had been exposed by Harry at first sight seemed to have been ignited again.

The two silly big men who have been standing behind Malfoy since just now, Gore and Crabbe, took a step forward at the same time, blocking Neville's path.

"Am I right?" Neville's neck shrank sharply, but his courage from where he came from was encouraging him. He gritted his teeth and said tremblingly, "Harry must be better than you!" "

"Neville," Harry, who had just walked to the door, turned his head, and hurried to Neville's side with two quick steps. "No need to argue with people like him, it's meaningless, his brain is already bad. Up!"

"Funny! I think his brain is bad, right? It's just a idiot--" Malfoy yelled angrily, "If you want me to say, you'd better send him to Saint Mungo!" There is a special ward there, dedicated to accommodating guys whose brains have been spoiled!"

"The last time my father and I went to St. Mungo to visit the vice-president, I went there to visit! The wizards who have lost their minds are all exactly the same as him?"

"...all day long, I only eat, sleep, and be in a daze, not as good as the Flobber caterpillar! At least the Flobber caterpillar can spit! Hahaha—ah! Stop him!"

Malfoy seemed to be about to explode the suffocation of the past, catching Neville was a cynicism, but as he spoke, he suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, Neville rushed past Harry abruptly, turned a blind eye to Crabbe and Gore, the tall man in front of him, raised his fist and punched Malfoy behind them.

When he first entered school, Neville, who was in his early ten years, was short, chubby and chubby, and naturally would not be Malfoy's opponents. At that time, he undoubtedly matched his cowardly and introverted character.

But in the past two years, Neville, who has entered the developmental stage, seems to have been hit by a swelling curse. He has grown bigger and bigger, and he has already stood out among his little friends.

It's just in everyone's impression that Neville's cowardly temper is still so ingrained that he often overlooks his actual physique.

He suddenly went crazy right now, rushing towards Malfoy like crazy, and there was a chaos at once.

Although Crabbe and Gore were obviously more rounded and rounder than Neville, under Neville's anger and rage without warning, they couldn't completely block his impact.

Only a "bang" was heard, followed by a grunt from Malfoy. In the mess, Neville's fist hit Malfoy's nose accurately.

"Navi! Don't--"

Hermione's words were obviously too late to shout, and Malfoy tilted his head back in her exclamation. Sokas, who had been standing behind and watching quietly, stretched out his hand to help Malfoy.

Harry didn't see it well, although it must be late, he still grabbed Neville's robe with a stride.

Neville was obviously not satisfied. Under the obstacles of Crabbe and Gore, he still waved his fists indiscriminately, as if he wanted to rush forward and continue to make up a few more strokes.

"Help!" Harry hurriedly turned his head and shouted at Ron.

The two chose one side each, trying to hug Neville's arm, and drag him away from the Slytherin gang. Before Crabbe and Gore rolled up their sleeves, they were dragging him back into the Gryffindor crowd.

"...not for joking! People like you are not worthy of being a Hogwarts! How dare you insult the patients of Saint Mungo! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't hold me , I want to teach him! I teach him!"

Probably because he never speaks loudly, the roaring Neville has flushed his neck and his voice has become quite strange.

It's not unreasonable for him to be so angry. Because among the wizards living in the long-term ward on the fifth floor of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, there are his parents, the Longbottoms.

In the aftermath of the last time Voldemort's downfall, the Aurors were caught by Death Eaters who were frantically searching for their masters, and they were tortured with a heart-breaking curse to become a nervous breakdown.

Just as Neville was struggling and shouting, the door of the potions classroom was gently opened, and Snape walked out of it with a frosty face.

His dark, dark eyes swept across the two groups of people in the corridor. When he saw Malfoy leaning against Sokas with his face, he paused for a while, and finally froze. Neville was twisting constantly.

No, it's not right, it doesn't seem to be Neville, but Harry holding Neville's arm.

"Fight? Huh... Potter? Weasley? Longbottom?" Snape said with a sullen mouth, "Gryffindor, deduct ten points... Let go of Longbottom, Potter …Otherwise, it’s locked up."

"Navi!"

Harry called him again in a low voice, then let go of his hand.

As soon as he saw Snape, who was most afraid of him, Neville's hot head finally calmed down a bit, he hung his head on his knees and gasped, staring straight at the ground with his angry eyes. .com~Everyone, enter the classroom. Snape glanced at Malfoy again, and after dropping another sentence, he turned around and went to the classroom first.

For Malfoy, the "godson", he was really disappointed, he was just the one who couldn't support the wall at all. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once the student of Maca is used as a reference, it is simply horrible.

"I must stop you," Harry panted, picking up his schoolbag, and whispering, "But to be honest, you just hit him, so you must be careful next— —Although I don’t know why Snape didn’t punish you, but Malfoy, they certainly wouldn’t just let it go."

"It should be said--you can beat it really!" Ron said with a chuckle.

Neville did not answer the conversation. He picked up his schoolbag and walked into the classroom in silence.

"Don't say such cold words." Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"Um...but why?" Ron was a little inexplicable, "what is going on? Why did he suddenly..."

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head, "Listen to what he just said... Maybe there is someone he knows in the ward of St. Mungo?"

They whispered a few words, and then hurried in with the crowd, and sat side by side on the seats at the back of the classroom as usual.

They have been sitting in the back row since the second potions class of the enrollment year, and they have not changed over the years.

When the three of them took out the feather pens, textbooks, and other items needed for class from their schoolbags, they heard that most of the surrounding students were whispering about Neville's behavior just now.

But when Snape waved his magic wand and the classroom door slammed shut, all the sounds stopped abruptly. )Download the free reader!!