Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 463: What happened on the train

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In Henry Rice's vision, as long as the poor boy is laughed at by him, his face will be flushed like that day in Diagon Alley, and his expression will be full of anger and rage.

He has done too many things like this since he was a child. Although his father often said that he was a bit stupid, little Les liked to see the unwilling expressions of those children whose families were not as good as his own.

Isn't my father working so hard to make money just to be superior to others?

Little Les had already thought about it, as long as the other party showed that kind of expression, and then provoked casually, that kid would definitely rush up to him and beat him violently.

And when the time comes, with the addition of these two newly recruited chubby followers, wouldn't it be easy to deal with a man and a woman of the same age as me? Of course, you can't do anything to girls, as long as you don't let that beautiful little girl resist yourself.

Originally, little Rice was very excited when he thought of these links. He felt that he had learned what his father often said before making decisions, and—although he had been bullying others since he was a child, he had never hit anyone at his father's request.

When escalating from a quarrel to a fight, the nature of the matter can easily change - so my father said.

But he was just curious, if his fist fell on those poor children, would he feel more happy.

Anyway, my father can't control me at school, and I have a very powerful background, and even now, there is no branch...

It's just that his plan got off to a bad start because Capone didn't change his face, and Little Rice, who was only good at provocative words, didn't know what to do next.

Looking at the few people who didn't respond, Capone felt a little doubtful in his heart. He took a step forward and said, "If there is nothing else, you can go out."

The two attendants brought by Little Rice glanced at each other, with great doubts in their small eyes.

Didn't you agree to come over to bully people, and then beat up a person who offended Little Rice?

Why does my boss seem so disorganized?

Little Les took a half step back unexpectedly, then gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Hey, poor mudblood boy! Did I talk to you just now?! Who allowed you to interrupt!"

Carpen paused, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at the other party calmly: "What did you say just now?"

Very well, I finally got a reaction, I can't help it...

Little Les smiled triumphantly: "I'm calling you, poor little mudblood. Hogwarts shouldn't have sent you an admission letter for someone like you."

Capone took a deep breath, with a trace of anger on his face: "I advise you to take this sentence back, Les."

"Huh? What's the matter? Angry? Wow, I'm so scared——" Little Rice pretended to be very scared, but the corners of his mouth were full of mocking smiles.

Capone took a step closer, the anger in his eyes almost overflowing.

"You are not welcome here. When I get to school, I will definitely repeat all your words to the professors!"

"Professors?" Little Rice sneered, "Can Mudbloods know Hogwarts professors? Oh, you want to rely on the background of your Mr. Wallop, I'm sorry, you think too much, and he's just a fifth-grade Mudblood, what's your name? Forget it, don't care, Mr. Poor, please gain more knowledge. Don't lick your face and post it when you see a wizard. It's shameful, and your background is not as strong as you think. It's time to be ashamed and powerless, ha."

At this moment, Capone's face was completely gloomy.

The angry expression he had pretended to be real came true.

In the past half a month of studying with Mr. Wallop, he has learned to hide his true emotions very well, so as to confuse the other party.

However, the other party used this kind of vocabulary to insult the person he respected the most, and Capone's anger came up immediately.

"Huh-huh-calm down, Capone...Calm down, Capone...Mr. Wallop won't want you to become like this all of a sudden...Be sure to calm down..." Capone kept reminding himself in his heart, but he couldn't hide the anger in his eyes.

Little Rice was still talking proudly over there: "Oh, I saw your suitcase, Capone Roman—tsk, not a very good name...but I can understand you, after all, as a mudblood, how much can you know about the noble wizarding world? If you really know, you will know, what Sean Wallop, in front of the real big family and the most noble pure-blood nobles, he can only swallow his anger."

He hid behind his follower, poking out a head.

"This is the truest fact, I think you should thank me for making these science popularizations for you."

Capone sneered: "That day, someone's father seemed to have run away."

Little Les snorted disdainfully: "It's your turn to tell me these things, do you have the qualifications? However, the big mudblood and the little mudblood are really suitable-haha, Roman, you can rot in the stinky ditch with your Mr. Wallop."

Capone's fists were clenched, and the gloom in his eyes was even worse.

Very good, let's do it, so that I can beat you upright... Little Rice thought excitedly.

Capone took a deep breath where he was, his eyes flicked slightly out of the window, and then took a step forward.

He couldn't help it, he couldn't help it...Little Rice became more and more excited.

"I will not allow anyone to insult Mr. Wallop in front of me!" Capone shouted angrily, and then took out his wand.

Little Rice's eyes lit up. Although he was not smart, he grew up in a wizard family and had a higher starting threshold than most people.

For a little wizard who has not officially enrolled in one of the four major academies, what spells can he master during the summer vacation by relying on his own studies?

The spell cast by the other party is probably not as painful as a bee sting.

Thinking of this, he shouted excitedly: "It was he who made the first move, beat him up!"

The two followers, who had been waiting for a word from the boss, walked towards Capone with grim smiles.

"Chi la—" Just as the atmosphere was tense, the sliding door of the carriage was opened.

"Hey, freshmen, what are you doing?"

Several people in the carriage looked out together, and there was a group of people coming, all wearing third-grade school uniforms, headed by a black-haired boy who looked very rebellious.

"It's a bad thing... this kid is really lucky." This idea popped up in little Rice's mind immediately.

No matter how stupid he is, Little Rice won't be able to fight in front of the third-year students, and the group in front of him doesn't look very easy to mess with.

It's cheap for Roman...

It's just that when little Rice thought about it just now, he heard a cry of pain behind him.

These two idiots have already done it themselves, right?

Little Les turned his head to look quickly, but saw that his two followers were holding hands and crying in pain, tears and sweat mixed together.

Little Les was not surprised but delighted: How dare you do something in front of your seniors!

Thinking of this, he immediately said loudly: "Senior, we met before, I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't expect him to learn the magic spell by himself, and even did it to my friend!"

Melanie immediately retorted loudly: "You are talking nonsense. You are the one who provoked Capone, and you insulted Mr. Wallop and Capone!"

Hearing Melanie's words, a large group of third graders who were still lazy and seemed to be eating melons immediately pricked up their ears.

The loose breath on his body was swept away, and his expression became unfriendly.

Little Rice quickly retorted loudly: "I never said that! I swear to God!"

He never blinked when he lied, and the other party had no way of catching him anyway. Besides, why should these third-year students trust Roman?

Several third-year students came forward with gloomy faces. They looked at each other. The leader of them licked his lips and asked coldly: "Who is telling the truth?"

Little Rice nodded quickly and said, "Of course it's me, senior, and why should I scold Mr. Wallop for no reason? I'm not familiar with that gentleman."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense... Capone narrowed his eyes.

The third-year students outside the carriage looked a little uncertain, and the leading black-haired boy said, "My name is Bram Ryder. Although I don't have the power to judge like a prefect, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Capone took out a slender voice recorder from his trouser pocket.

He pressed the play button, and what Little Rice said just now clearly reached everyone's ears.

"If you really understand, you will know, what Sean Wallop, in front of the real big family and the most noble pure-blood nobles, he can only swallow his anger..."

"Haha, Roman, you can rot in the gutter with your Mr. Wallop..."

The endless words occupy all the voices in this compartment.

Little Les stared at the small recording pen dumbfounded. He didn't know when Roman did such a thing, and why that thing could clearly emit its own voice!

Outside the carriage, Bram Ryder and other students had completely gloomy faces. They crowded towards the entrance and exit of the carriage, and then stared at Little Rice with very unfriendly eyes.

Little Lace swallowed subconsciously, and before he could speak, he heard his companion from behind utter another painful cry.

Capone was holding up his wand, and the two attendants half knelt on the ground covering their hands.

Then, Capone aimed at Little Rice again.

Why is this guy so powerful? ! This is unscientific, he is obviously a Mudblood, even if it is the whole summer vacation, the other party will not be exposed to magic for more than two months, yet he has already learned the magic spell!

Little Rice found that he had been caught in the middle of two groups of people, and both parties seemed very angry.

Bram Ryder walked up to Little Rice and looked down at him: "How dare you be so rude to Mr. Wallop..."

"Don't come here, I can tell you, you are only in the third year, and you will spend several years in Hogwarts in the future, I warn you, my friend is Draco Malfoy!"

Bram Ryder sneered: "Draco Malfoy? It's useless even if Lucius Malfoy came in person."

"You. What are you going to do? The Malfoy family is the largest and most powerful pure-blood wizard family in the UK. He and I are friends, and he is also the prefect of Slytherin College!"

Bram Ryder stared at little Rice with a disgusted look, and he snorted coldly and was not going to talk nonsense with this guy any more.

"Get these people away." He said to the people behind him.

"Don't come here..." Little Rice made a ghostly voice, and a spell hit his junior without any scruples, making him feel like he was struck by lightning.

Bram Ryder was slightly surprised, the boy in the compartment hasn't officially enrolled yet, right?

When I was like him at this time, no, even when I was studying at Hogwarts for a long time, it was impossible to use such a powerful spell.

No wonder, no wonder Mr. Wallop looked at him differently.

Before, when they greeted Sean and Capone, Bram Ryder silently remembered the boy's appearance and name firmly.

The freshman who can make Mr. Wallop take the initiative to say hello must be someone Mr. Wallep values ​​very much, or someone close to Mr. Wallep, but no matter what his identity is, it must be no problem to build a good relationship with the other party.

There are quite a few third graders who thought of this point like Bram Ryder. After discussing it with a few of them, they simply dispatched a group of people directly, preparing to come here to see Capone's situation.

It's enough to have a conversation, this is the common thought of all the third graders who come here.

I didn't expect to encounter such a thing when I first came here. When they learned that Capone was being bullied and this person named Little Rice insulted Mr. Wallop with words, the third grade students were already surprisingly angry.

We usually respectfully refer to Mr. Wallop as a professor~IndoMTL.com~How dare you, a stupid pig, call Mr. Wallop that? !

And the recording pen in Capone's hand can be used as evidence.

Third graders swarmed into the carriage, and carried the drooling little Les and his two attendants out like torn sacks.

As for the unenrolled freshmen attacking their classmates with magic spells?

Sorry, we didn't see anything.

Besides, they are ready to take these three stupid pigs to receive some little "education".

From anger to surprise to confusion, Melanie saw Capone use a real magic spell to knock down that annoying little Rice, and then the seniors of the third grade took the three of them away like hooligans.

"Capone?" She looked suspiciously at the boy in front of her.

Capone had just greeted several friendly and enthusiastic third-year seniors, and when he heard Melanie's doubts, he turned his head and spread his hands.

"It wasn't my intention, but Les went too far, and the third-year seniors happened to come over, so I went with the flow."