Chapter 69: Nott's Tricks to Death (1)
"I really hope that I can see that big hairy guy trying to defend himself, and not keep repeating "It doesn't hurt, really!" Draco said, "Then the Hippogriff is dead, he'd better say something useful, I've heard that Gryffindor Granger has been running to his house lately, holding a lot of information, and it would be nice if the big guy could memorize the rules or statements that won the case in those files." ”
"Wow!" Vio let out an almost suppressed cry from Ron beside him, and was stabbed hard by Harry to silence him.
Ron burst into tears and said with barely moving lips, "Did this kid have been cast a Imperius curse? Or am I just dreaming today?"
"He may just be bored and want a little more challenging thought activity. Harry guessed.
Vio was also a little unsure so what Draco meant by this, it sounded like he was very reluctant to see Hagrid lose the case and Newbaren be hanged?
But he was the one who filed the lawsuit against the Inquisition of the Ministry of Magic, so could there be anything she missed?
It wasn't just the three of them who were puzzled by what Draco meant, but also the two men who stood near Draco, almost a wall of wind.
Goyle and Crabbe looked at Draco in confusion, casting him a puzzled look.
This look made Draco suddenly stop talking, he looked at the two people in front of him, as well as the various foods and desserts that they couldn't hold in their hands, and deeply felt that there was nothing to talk about.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
A group of relatively familiar people appeared in front of them.
The one at the head wore a conspicuous Slytherin silver and green scarf around his neck.
Vio narrowed his eyes and didn't miss every detail.
The man was none other than Theodore, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes flashed with an unpleasant light, especially the smirk that hung on the corner of his mouth, and his expression seemed to be smiling rather than smiling.
At a glance, it could be seen that he was imitating Draco's usual appearance, but the same movements and expressions were much more disgusting than Draco's when Nott did it, and Vio's psychology turned into a strong nausea.
Theodore suddenly saw Draco, and the malicious smile on his face became more vivid.
"Oh, it's you, Draco, are you in such a secluded corner here, thinking about a bleak way out of life?"
Draco looked up at the collapsing house behind Ron, ignoring Nott's provocations.
"Let's go, the air is terrible. After he finished speaking to Crabbe and Goyle, he turned and wanted to leave.
Knott wanted to stop it, but with a roll of his eyes, he found the three VIOs hiding behind.
He then exclaimed, "Vio, I'm glad to see you," and Harry didn't know when he got into the Cloak of Invisibility.
Vio had to step up, Ron following her, and there was a certain width between the two of them, Harry in the invisibility cloak.
"Oh, I'm sorry for the date with Weasley, and ruined your fun," Nott said, feigning apologies, his tone sounding very elated.
Vio silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and Ron blushed with annoyance, and even the freckles on his cheeks became vivid.
"What nonsense?" he stepped forward. "It's boring!"
"Anyway, you're always happier than Draco, aren't you?poor Draco, Mr. Malfoy is too busy to take care of him. Nott's eyes rolled, quietly avoiding Ron's edge, and once again bringing the conversation back to Draco.
"Vio, let's go, ignore this group of people, these Sly, they are all crazy. Ron muttered cautiously and turned on the spot, trying to get a cue in his throat for Harry to follow.
Vio glanced at Draco, who was also about to leave, and nodded.
The two of them began to move, but as soon as Ron took a step, Nott shouted in a provocative voice, "Maybe you'd like to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dream of having your own bedroom, right? I've heard your family lives in one room, is that true?"
Vio felt Ron's body beside him lean forward and stop.
Harry grabbed the back of Ron's robes and didn't let him turn around and lunge at Nott.
"Let me deal with him. Harry whispered to Ron.
This is a great opportunity to pass up. Harry crept up behind him, bending down to pick up a large handful of mud from the mud puddle on the path.
The mud hit Noether, and his head tilted forward, and his hair was dripping with mud all of a sudden.
"What the hell?"
Ron could only stand by holding on to the fence, he was laughing so hard. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were a little confused.
"What is it? Who did it?"
"It's haunted here, isn't it?" Ron said, the gesture was like a comment on the weather.
A group of people looked scared, their bulging muscles couldn't deal with ghosts.
Harry tiptoed along the path, and there was a particularly muddy spot on the path with stinking green sludge.
"It's from over there!" said Nott, wiping his face, and he stared six feet to Harry's left, and walked forward in a panic, stretching out his long arms like a fool.
Harry dodged beside him, picking up a twig and throwing it hard at Nott's back, only to have his large flat feet stomp on the edge of Harry's invisibility cloak.
Harry felt someone pull hard, and the Cloak of Invisibility slipped off his face.
Noether stared at him for less than a minute.
"Ahh
"Did you see that? did you see that?" he turned like crazy and shouted to the group behind him, "Potter is here!
Then he turned around and ran down the hill desperately.
Following his companion to see that the smile on his face had disappeared without a trace, Harry pulled on the cloak of invisibility again, but the disaster had already fallen.
"Harry!" Ron said, stumbling forward, looking hopelessly at where Harry had just been, "Run! If Noether tells anyone, get back to the castle, quick!"
"Goodbye. Harry said.
Without saying a word, he ran in the direction of Hogsmeade Village, no longer caring about Vio and Ron behind him. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )