Harry had planned to take his friend Hermione outside for a walk today, after all, it was not an option to stay alone in the classroom and dorm room.

He also managed to contact George Fred, as well as Ravenclaw's Shimizu-sanpai, Akihari, to make an appointment for a friendly match today.

Unexpectedly, the rich second-generation Malfoy was going to kick them out of here with Snape's approval, and all kinds of foul language constantly insulted the Gryffindor players, especially Harry.

Hermione, who had been keeping her head down, was really angry that Malfoy belittled Gryffindor so much, so she replied: "At least Gryffindor doesn't have to rely on props to get into the team, they rely on real talent." ”

Malfoy's donkey had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"No one asks you what you think, you filthy little mudblood. ”

Harry knew right away that Malfoy had said a very, very bad word, because there was an uproar around him.

Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Flint, immediately stopped in front of Malfoy, preventing the George Fred twin from jumping on top of Malfoy.

The twin brothers had already rushed forward, scuffling with the Slytherins.

Then Angelina angrily scolded: "How dare you!"

Ravenclaw's Akihari on the side pulled out his wand, ready to teach Malfoy a hard lesson.

She had been living in the wizarding world for over a year, and had been provided with books and advice on how Hermione, who had learned a lot about magic, did not know the word.

Her body trembled, enduring her bitterness and grievances, she didn't want to be deducted points for a group fight with everyone she harmed.

Hermione, don't cry, Jane, you have to hold back, you have to hold back not crying.

The girl's clenched fists were sharp, and the sharpness of her fingertips had already cut open her palm.

On the lowered face, a bright red tear slowly slipped down.

"it! bastard! make Hermione cry!" a grumpy and loud male voice suddenly rang out from behind Hermione, slashing like the wind before the people could react, and slammed the hammer into Slytherin.

Spanish......

He rushed into the Slytherin ranks, the first time he didn't use magic, the first time he attacked with punches to the flesh.

Flint was kicking his arm off and rolling on the lawn with his arm clutched, when Sivin angrily lifted Malfoy to his feet.

"The guy who made Jane cry is absolutely unforgivable!"

Siwen shouted angrily as he slammed Malfoy to the ground like a bag of noodles.

The petite arm suddenly wrapped around Xiwen's body, and the trembling girl's voice said, "Okay, don't fight anymore, it's okay." ”

Hermione looked up at the familiar guy who had appeared so many times in her dreams, and was furious with herself.

Hermione doesn't cry, Hermione doesn't cry, I don't cry, the girl holds back her tears.

When Siwen threw down Malfoy and gently put his hand on the girl's head, the girl couldn't hold back any longer, and lay on Siwen's arms and cried loudly.

The girl kept beating Xiwen's chest with her little fist, and the whining sound was sad for the hearer and crying for the seeer.

Qiu Zhang looked at Ivan and Hermione with a complicated expression, and gently put away his wand, bastard, bastard, bastard.

Looking at Malfoy lying on the corpse over there, Qiu Zhang, who had nowhere to vent, sent a soul whip to him.

Malfoy's half-life body only shook a few more times.

The commotion had already attracted the attention of the professors, and several deans hurried over, followed by Madam Pomfrey and Miss Charlotte Granger, the vice president of the Extraordinary Apothecary Guild at Hogwarts.

This is no longer a definable thing for a fight. Three-quarters of the Slytherin players were lying down and couldn't get up.

Like Flint and Malfoy, who had lost half their lives, flesh and blood.

"God......" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and hurried over to see how the little wizards were doing.

Professor Flitwick took a deep breath as he looked at the angry Sivin, who had felt the terrifying majesty of Siwen early on.

He hurried over to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and asked what had happened to the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain.

Siwen didn't care about that at all, the only thing he cared about was little Hermione, who was choking in front of him.

Gently brushed the messy hair on the girl's forehead, looked at the golden and brown eyes with tears, and looked at the blood marks engraved by blood and tears around the golden eyes.

Xiwen thinks it's better to be a killer.

With a shrill chirp, the phoenix fire suddenly flashed, and Dumbledore seemed to have received a message from a professor and arrived here.

The gray-haired old man hurried across the meadow and walked among the crowds.

"Severus, Bobby, you get the injured student to the medical room first. Dumbledore's voice was flat, but he couldn't refuse, and he stopped Professor Snape from trying to speak with a stern gaze.

"Mr. Swift, please come with me. Dumbledore's hands tensed under his robes, and he stared at Ivan as he stared at him.

"Professor, it's Malfoy's reason, it's Slytherin. "Although Harry and Ron felt that Siwen's hands were a little dark, it was indeed a very enjoyable and righteous thing.

"He's insulting Hermione, yes, yes, yes......" Ron was about to say when George covered his mouth, and although the George Fred twins seemed to be used to clams, they were extremely proficient in human affairs.

"Professor, Slytherin uses the worst words, the worst words for non-magical wizards, I think you should know what they are. ”

Fred added that he knew what his twin brother was thinking, and saying that word again would only hurt the girl a second time.

It is not only the Western language that is trembling with anger.

Hermione wasn't the only one whose heart was shaking with heartache.

Standing aside, there was an even more angry and distressed person, Miss Charlotte Granger.

That kind of heartfelt sadness, from the mother's distress for her daughter, is something that others cannot imitate or surpass.

Looking at Charlotte, who seemed to be about to say something, Sivin shook his head, now is not the time, the girl is at the most vulnerable time in her heart, and one carelessness will cause bigger problems.

Charlotte took Hermione, who had fallen asleep in Sivin's arms after her mood swings.

Hermione first twisted her body a few times uncomfortably, and then fell asleep peacefully as if she was calmed by Charlotte's gentle movements and the breath of her body.

"Mr. Swift. Dumbledore made another request to Sivin, and motioned to follow him to his office for a detailed discussion.

Sivin looked at Charlotte, who had taken Hermione, took a deep breath, calmed his anger and urge to kill, and followed behind Dumbledore's fluttering white robes.

"Please be seated, honorable," Dumbledore slowly walked over to his desk and sat down, looking at him curiously, "Honorable Mr. Swift. ”

Siwen looked at him helplessly: "Descendant of Percival, what do you want to say?"

"May you have mercy on those who are ignorant. Never get angry, and don't get involved in a battle of words. "Dumbledore went back and pored through the scrolls from his ancestors after his conversation with Ivan last year.

That astonishing identity made him feel tricky, a knight from fifteen hundred years ago, and a figure that existed even earlier.

Now that Scotland still maintains its own Pendragon royal family, according to the records of his ancestor, Percival, one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, it is likely that Mordret, a descendant of King Arthur, is the person in front of him or a descendant of King Arthur?