Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…I want to see, the Gryffindor team has no hope. The Quiddich Cup of this school year is all about our Slytherin, isn’t it? Professor Umbridge’s opinion is equal to the Ministry of Magic’s opinion, but can talk about Ministry. Of Magic – how could they compare to my father?”

“I heard from father a few years ago that the Ministry has been thinking about dismissing Arthur Weasley! As for our savior…haha, he should…”

“Malfoy, let it.”

Malfoy’s long story was interrupted by a cold voice, and the gallery was quiet because of this sentence.

He turned and looked at it, his eyes consciously pumping – behind him was Harry, and of course, the young wizards of Gryffindor, such as Hermione and Ron.

There were no traces of fire on the faces of the three young lions, but their cold expression made Malfoy take a step back.

Since he was taught by Marx that year, he has been dying for a long time. Later, his father Lucius made a few times and solemnly slammed him not to be an enemy of Marx’s friends.

It may be that time has consumed his inner jealousy. At the beginning of this semester, he seems to start baring fangs and brandishing claws again.

Although he still has a lingering fear for Marx – after all, the power of Marx has exceeded his common sense, but in the face of the general student, he once again showed signs of smashing Harry and the others.

Of course, in normal times, he does as much as possible in places that the parties cannot see. But recently he had a friend, and in front of Sokas, the number of his rhetoric is obviously increasing.

At this moment, as in normally, he tried to raise himself by smashing Harry and the others, and finally he met the Lord.

To be honest, and not to mention Marx, even in the face of Harry who can hold the sword and fall, he has no confidence. So when he suddenly saw Harry, he couldn’t help but be cold.

Although for the case of Harry Dragon Slayer, he always counts the credit on the head of the Gryffindor sword. In his Malfoy’s opinion, Harry was just lucky enough that’s all.

Seeing Malfoy step back, Harry wasn’t interested in seeing him any more, he lifted his legs and passed the other side, and expressionless walked to the door of the potion classroom.

“hmph, just luck.” Malfoy whispered softly. “If there is no Gryffindor sword, if there is no Marx McLorne, what is your face and boy?”

“…that is better than you!” A subtle voice suddenly came out, but it became quite obvious in this quiet corridor.

Ron wanted to say this, but he wanted to understand it beforehand. Now it is not a time of noisy. So this sentence is not what he said, but another person.

However, it is very surprising that the words that came out of this sentence were always Neville.

“What?” Malfoy might be hesitant about Harry, but when he saw a weak student like Neville dare to despise himself, he suddenly felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode. “Do you dare say it again?”

The dispute that was originally revealed to Harry by the eyes seemed to be ignited again.

From now on, two stupid big men standing behind Malfoy – Goyle and Crabbe, took a step forward and blocked Neville’s way.

“Is it wrong?” Neville’s neck jerked, but the courage to where he came from was encouraging him. He shook his teeth and said, “Harry must be stronger than you!”

“Neville,” Harry, who had just walked to the door, turned his head and walked to Neville’s side in two steps. “You don’t have to argue with him. It doesn’t make sense. His mind is broken!”

“It’s ridiculous! I think his brain is bad? It’s a stupid thing–” Malfoy yelled in anger, “I want to say, you still send him to St. Mungo’s! There is a special The ward, specially used to house the guy whose brain is broken!”

“The last time I went to St. Mungo’s with Father to visit the deputy head, I went there to visit it! Those wizards who have forsaken their brains, aren’t they and everyone else exactly the same?”

“…I only eat, sleep, and daze all day, which is worse than Flobberworm! At least Flobberworm can spit! Hahaha – Ah! Stop him!”

Malfoy seems to be breaking out the grievances of the past. He caught Neville and stopped cynicism. As he said, he suddenly cried out in surprise.

At that moment, Neville rushed past Harry, turning a blind eye to Crabbe and Goyle in front of the tall and strong, picking up his fist and going to Malfoy behind them.

When I first entered school, Neville, who was in her early teens, was short and chunky, and it wouldn’t be Malfoy’s two opponents. At that time, he and his weak and introverted character are undoubtedly very suitable.

In the past two years, Neville, who has entered the developmental stage, is like an inflation spell. He has grown a long time, and he has long been a crane in a flock of chickens.

Just in everyone’s impression, Neville’s cowardly temper is still so ingrained that he often overlooks his actual physique.

Right now, he suddenly burst into trouble, rushing toward Malfoy like crazy, and it was a mess at once.

Although Crabbe and Goyle are obviously more tall and strong than Neville, under the violent violent turmoil of Neville, there is no way to completely block his impact.

I only heard a “peng” sound, followed by a sulking Malfoy. In that mess, Neville’s fist hit the nose of Malfoy accurately.

“Neville! No-“

Hermione’s words were obviously late, and in her exclamation, Malfoy looked up and fell. Sokas, who stood there quietly watching, then reached out to help Malfoy.

Harry didn’t see it well, although it was definitely late, but he still grabbed Neville’s robes.

Neville is obviously not satisfied. Under the block of Crabbe and Goyle, he still has a lot of punches and waving his fists. It seems that he wants to rush to continue to make up a few more.

“Hold the handle!” Harry turned his head back and shouted at Ron.

The two chose each side and tried to hug Neville’s arm, dragging him away from the Slytherin group. Before Crabbe and Goyle’s sleeves were going to do a big job, dragged him back to the Gryffindor crowd.

“…not to make a joke! You are such a person, not worthy of being a Hogwarts! How dare you insult the patients of St. Mungo’s! They are the bravest people in the world! Don’t pull me, I will teach him! Learn from him!”

Probably because I would never speak loudly, Neville, who is squatting at this moment, has already turned red and her voice has become quite strange.

He will be so angry, naturally it is not unreasonable. Because of the wizard in the long-stay ward on the fifth floor of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, there is his parents, the Longbottom.

In the last wave of Voldemort’s downfall, the couple of Aurr were caught by the Death Eaters who were looking for their master’s whereabouts, and they were tortured by Cruciatus Curse.

Just as Neville struggled and screamed, the door to the potion classroom was gently opened, and the frosty Snape came out from the inside.

His cold and dead black eyes swept across the two people in the gallery. When he saw Malfoy leaning against his face, he paused and finally stopped still. Neville body.

No, no, it doesn’t seem to be Neville, but Harry holding Neville’s arm.

“Hit? Hey… Potter? Weasley? Longbottom?” Snape grinned, Gloomy Sen said. “Gryffindor, deducting very much… let go of Longbottom, Potter… otherwise, close the confinement.”

“Neville!”

Harry whispered him again, then let go of his hand.

As soon as he saw his most scared Snape, Neville’s hot mind finally calmed down a little. He lowered his head and held his knees and gasped, his angry eyes staring straight at the ground.

“…everyone, enter the classroom.” Snape glanced at Malfoy again, then dropped a sentence and then turned to the classroom.

For Malfoy, the “teacher”, he is really disappointed, and it is simply the kind that can’t help the wall. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once the student Marx is used as a reference, it is simply terrible.

“I have to stop you,” Harry gasped. He whispered as he picked up his bag. “But really, you just hit him in the punch, then you must be careful – although I don’t Knowing why Snape didn’t punish you, but Malfoy, they certainly won’t forget it.”

“It should be said – you can be sure!” Ron chuckled.

Neville didn’t answer. He brought up his bag and walked silently into the classroom.

“Don’t say this kind of cool words.” Hermione was dissatisfied.

“Well…but why?” Ron was a bit inexplicable. “What is going on here? How is he suddenly…”

“Who knows?” Harry shook his head. “Listen to what he just said… maybe there is someone in St. Mungo’s ward that he knows?”

They whispered a few words, and they hurried in with the crowd, sitting side by side in the back seat of the classroom as usual.

They have been sitting in the last row since the second potion class in the year of enrollment, and have not changed in these years.

When the three people took out the quill, textbooks, etc. used in the class from the bag, they heard that the surrounding students were mostly whispering for Neville’s previous behavior.

But when Snape waved wand and the classroom door closed, all the sounds suddenly stopped.