Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 The miserable Malfoy

In the next few days, except for Hermione and Ron's continued cold war, nothing of note happened around Andre.

He had never seen the mysterious girl who entered the Room of Requirement since that night, even though he had to go there to feed Norbert every day.

Of course, since he has no other clues, Andre will not dwell too much on this issue. After all, there are so many things hidden in the Room of Requirement. In the history of Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years, there must be many people who know this. There is a wizard family in the secret room, so he can see other people entering there, and it is not very strange if he takes it seriously.

On Saturday morning, the five boys in the dormitory were still sleeping under warm quilts, but Andre, who was more alert, was awakened by the sudden sound of pushing the door. He rubbed his still hazy With sleepy eyes, he raised his body to see who it was.

Then it was discovered that the person coming in was Oliver Wood, a sixth-year student who was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"What's the matter?" Andre glanced at the sky outside the window. The pink and light gold sky was covered with a thin layer of mist. It was obviously far from the point where they usually get up, let alone today. It’s still a weekend when I don’t have to go to school.

"Oh, good morning, Andre, I'm here to see Harry." Wood said, walking to Harry's bed and reaching out to push him awake: "Get up, Harry."

"Wh-what?" Harry said drowsily.

"Quidditch practice."

This sentence instantly made Harry feel more energetic. He took his glasses from the bedside cabinet, looked out the window like Andre, and then complained in confusion: "Oliver, it's only dawn now." ah."

"That's right," Wood nodded enthusiastically and said, "This is part of our training. I have formulated a new training plan for Gryffindor. Come on, take your Firebolt and follow me. Let’s go, while other academies haven’t started training yet, we want to be first this year.”

Andre, who lay back on the bed, felt a little funny. Is there any use in being first in this kind of thing?This will only make the players complain behind their backs.

However, Harry obviously couldn't resist Captain Wood. He could only yawn and get out of bed, then change into his team uniform and follow the opponent out of the dormitory.

But this incident undoubtedly made Andre more certain that he would never join the Gryffindor Quidditch team before the fourth grade. Wood was simply a training maniac. It seemed that there was nothing else in his world besides Quidditch. There is nothing else outside.

After Harry and Wood left, Andre didn't get up until about nine o'clock. Ron, who had not been awakened at all before, was looking at the empty bed next to him with a confused look on his face, scratching his head. He asked in understanding: "Where's Harry?"

"He was asked by Wood to go to the Quidditch field for training." Andre replied while getting dressed.

"It's so early, but didn't he make an appointment with us to visit Hagrid today?"

Andre spread his hands and said: "He can't help it. He can't just not participate in the team's training."

"Okay, let's go to the stadium after breakfast? Maybe they will finish practicing soon." Ron also started to get up from the bed.

Andre nodded in agreement. He had spent most of his time in the library and study room this week, and it was time to relax.

When they arrived at the auditorium, the little witch was sitting at the long table with a glass of milk and reading today's morning newspaper. But as soon as she saw Ron coming in with Andre, she immediately turned around so that her back was facing him. Two people.

Ron snorted coldly and went to the other end of the long table without saying a word.

Andre could only give a helpless smile. He sat next to Hermione and said, "We will go to the stadium to watch Harry train later. If he is finished there, we will also go to Hagrid's place. Do you want to come together?"

The little witch nodded. She did not reject Harry, and to be honest, apart from Andre, she only had two friends of the same age in school, Harry and Ron. Of course, now Ron She had already crossed it off this list.As for the second-year girls in Gryffindor, they can't play together at all.

There were only a few people sitting sparsely in the stands of the stadium, and among them there was a little carrot head holding a huge old-fashioned camera, staring intently at Harry on the broom.

Andre knew that this little guy should be this year's new student, Colin Creevey, who was crazy about Harry's stories.If he hadn't killed the basilisk left by Salazar Slytherin last semester, Creevey would still have been petrified this year.

And if Andre remembers correctly, this child eventually died in the decisive battle with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Overall, he can definitely be regarded as a qualified Gryffindor.

"Have you not finished practicing yet? Harry!" Ron stood on the edge of the stadium and shouted towards Harry in the sky.

"It's just the beginning!" Harry replied equally loudly.

Okay, so it seemed that Wood wouldn't let them leave for a while, so Andre and the little witch each took out a book from their pockets, then sat on the stand and started reading.

And Creevey, who was not far away from them, had already started snapping pictures with his big camera. The sound of the shutter seemed to alarm the players on the court. They all turned their attention to the stands, as if they were still there. Discussing something.

But soon, everyone's attention was attracted by another wave of people.

Several students wearing green robes walked into the stadium, all holding broomsticks in their hands. There was no doubt that they were Slytherin players.

Andre could see that Wood, who was still in the sky, seemed very angry. He rushed directly to the ground on his broomstick, followed closely by Harry and the Weasley twins.

"Flint!" Wood shouted to the captain of the Slytherin team: "This is our training time! We got up very early! Now, please get out!"

Even though he was a little far away from the two opposing waves, Andre could clearly hear the roar of the captain of the Gryffindor team. He sighed, put the potions book he had just opened back into his pocket, and then stood up. , getting ready to walk off the stands.

Hermione and Ron obviously noticed the conflict on the court, and they immediately left their seats.

At this time, three other Gryffindor players who noticed something was wrong also flew over from the sky, and fourteen people from both sides stood face to face at the entrance of the stadium.

When Andre came closer, he heard Wood say sharply: "But I've reserved the stadium! I've reserved it!"

"Oh," Flint twitched his lips and said, "But I have a note signed by Professor Snape: I, Professor Severus Snape, allow the Slytherin team to train at the Quidditch pitch today. Training Their new Seeker."

"You have a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was suddenly diverted, "Where is it?"

A boy about the same height as Harry emerged from behind the taller Slytherin member. There was a proud smile on his pale, pointed face. He was the German who entered the school in the same year as Andre and the others. Rako Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred recognized this kid as the one who followed Lucius at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

"You actually mentioned Draco's father, that's interesting." At this time, the Slytherin players laughed even more proudly. Flint said, "Then please take a look at the gift he generously gave to the Slytherin team. Give it a gift.”

With that said, the seven people lifted their brooms forward together, and seven brand-new flying broomsticks engraved with the words 'Nimbus 2001' were displayed in front of the Gryffindor team members.

"The latest model just came out last month," Flint said, pretending not to care: "I believe it is much faster than the Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old Sweep Seven Star series..."

He looked meaningfully at the twins, who were holding the real Sweep Seven Star No. 5 broomstick in their hands.

"It's better to take it back and sweep the floor."

After these last words were spoken, everyone in Slytherin burst into laughter, especially Malfoy, whose eyes almost burst into laughter.

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment. Harry wanted to refute. The Firebolt in his hand was much better than the Nimbus series, but he couldn't think of the new one right away at this moment. The specific parameters of Nimbus 2001 were released, so I had to give up the idea of ​​arguing with the Slytherin players.

At this time, Andre, Hermione, and Ron had also walked onto the lawn of the stadium. Flint turned to look at the three of them and said, "Oh, look, someone broke into the stadium."

"Why is Malfoy here? Don't you want to play ball anymore?" It was Ron who asked these two questions. He obviously didn't have as good an ear as Andre, and was still confused about the conflict that occurred here.

"I am the new Seeker of the Slytherin team, Weasley." Malfoy answered Ron's doubts proudly: "Just now, everyone was admiring the broom my father bought for our team."

Then Ron noticed the seven brand new Nimbus series in front of him.

"Nice, isn't it?" Malfoy said, "But maybe the Gryffindor team can also get some gold to buy some new brooms. You can treat those Sweeping Seven Stars 5 as antiques. I think the museum will bid on them." Want them."

No one except his own team members found the joke funny.

"At least no member of the Gryffindor team needs to spend money to join the team. They come in purely based on their ability." At this time, Hermione suddenly stood up. She pointedly pointed out that Malfoy had become the new Slytherin leader. Seeker reasons.

This obviously stung Malfoy, and his face suddenly darkened, and then he said viciously: "No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood."

But this sentence immediately detonated the already tense situation, and Flint had to rush in front of Malfoy to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him.

Ron also reached out and took out his wand from his robes. He shouted: "You will pay for this! Malfoy!"

Only Harry and Hermione, who didn't understand the meaning of the word, hadn't fully reacted yet.

As for Andre, he had already taken out his wand, and when the word mudblood came out of Malfoy's unstoppable mouth, he cast out the magic directly.

"Fear adds to the body!" This is the fear spell he learned from Sirius on the first day of school. As a black magic, this spell can amplify the fear in the enemy's heart, but relatively speaking, it does less damage to the body. But it's not that big, so it's very suitable for this occasion.

Sure enough, before Ron's magic could be recited, Malfoy had already been hit by Andre's spell. His already pale face lost all color in an instant, as if he had seen an evil ghost. his own mouth.

Flint soon realized something was wrong. He yelled at Andre fearfully and angrily: "What did you do to him!?"

"It's just a small lesson. You have to tell your Slytherin students that there are some words that cannot be said, otherwise they will have to bear the consequences." Andre said calmly.

"You!" Flint obviously didn't agree with Andre's words, but he seemed a little afraid that he would become what Malfoy is now.

The child was already slumped on the lawn, shaking all over, not even daring to look at Andre.

"Let's send Draco to Professor Snape first." Someone from the Slytherin team suggested.

Flint had no other good idea. He could only glare at Andre, then helped Malfoy up and left the field with his teammates.

"Well done, Andre, I've wanted to do this for a long time." George patted Andre on the shoulder and said.

Fred also agreed with this: "Look at Flint's eyes when he left, just like a little girl who was bullied. I really regret that I didn't take this scene. Otherwise, we will follow Slytherin in the future." During the game, this picture can be made into a banner, and then the Gryffindor students in the stands can hold it up."

"But Snape won't confine Andre for this." Harry said with some worry.

George smiled and said: "Don't worry, Harry, it was Malfoy who said that vicious word first. Even Snape would not dare to defend him for this matter."

"What does that word mean?" the little witch still didn't understand at this time, why everyone burst out all of a sudden, "I mean that mudblood, I can hear it is very rude, but I really don't know what it means What?"

"Oh, don't say that word," Ron said with an indignant look: "That's a scornful name for those pure-blood wizards who think they are noble, for Muggles - people whose parents don't know magic. They, like Mal, The Fu family always feels that they are superior to others just because they are purebreds, but as you can see, that boy is far inferior to Andre. I think he may be scared to death when he sees Andre in the future. tremble."