Aven's trip to Hogsmeade didn't go as smoothly as he had hoped, and the merchants there weren't very hesitant to spend money on advertising in a small, obscure newspaper.

However, under Aivan's persuasion, or in order to send him away, some merchants still agreed to give him a certain amount of sponsorship.

For example, the Ambrosus at Duke Honey's candy store stuffed two large jars full of unsellable cockroaches to Aven, the owner of Jokowi's magic joke shop gave Aven a lot of big poop eggs, and Ms. Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks Bar offered him a free glass of lemonade.

"Children are not allowed to drink!" she said.

"Well, it's hard at first, and it's better to have that than nothing. Evan comforted himself, and after drinking the lemonade, he carried a large pile of things through the long, narrow passage, and struggled back to Hogwarts.

When he came out of the secret passage behind the statue of Gregory, he saw that the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players were all gathered around the Quidditch field in front of the castle, and there seemed to be an argument.

In the center of the crowd, Draco Malfoy seemed to say something nasty to Hermione, Fred and George were about to pounce on him, and Ron angrily took out his broken wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

"You're going to pay for it, Malfoy!" Ron shouted.

In the next second, a huge explosion resounded throughout the field, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand and struck Ron in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground in two steps.

"Ron, Ron, are you alright?" Hermione screamed.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but instead of spitting out the words, he burped, and several slugs fell from his mouth to his thighs.

The Slytherin players were all paralyzed with laughter, and their captain, Flint, was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, supported by a broomstick. Malfoy landed on all fours, two fists pounding the ground. The Gryffindor team members gathered around Ron, who kept spitting out shiny slugs, and no one seemed to want to touch him.

Evan hurried into the crowd, and Colin saw him and said happily, "You're back, Aven, look at Ron, he's been struck by his own spell." Harry, you can cure him, can't you?"

He excitedly raised his camera and frantically followed the shutter.

Evan took out his wand and cast a "spell stop" on Ron, but the spell didn't work, and Ron spat out a new batch of slugs.

"Aha, another Gryffindor stinky little mudblood. Malfoy sneered and looked contemptuously at Aven with his wand, "Look at your poor magic, it doesn't work at all. ”

"Is it, Malfoy?!" Evan looked at Malfoy coldly, the tip of his wand glowing a red glow cleanly.

In an instant, Malfoy was knocked out by Aven's obstacle charm.

"Damn, how dare you" The smile on his face froze, and the Slytherin students looked at Evan coldly, and several of the senior students hurriedly pulled out their wands.

More and more Slytherins pointed their wands at Aven, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and other Gryffindor students stood beside Aven, drawing their wands and glaring at each other, and everyone held their wands at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Damn Mudblood, I'm going to kill you!" Malfoy got up from the ground, picked up his wand and pointed it at Aven, and shouted, "Fall to the ground!"

This seemed to be a signal, and both Gryffindor and Slytherin, who had tensed their nerves to the extreme, chanted their spells aloud, and for a moment the entire Quidditch pitch turned into a scuffle.

Students who were still sitting in the audience poured into the Quidditch venue, adding to the chaos that was already chaotic. Several Hufflepuff students saw that the atmosphere was not right, looked at each other, and then turned and ran in the direction of the castle.

In the middle of the field, Evan is a concentrated target for Slytherin.

After dodging three more curses, he found that his spell was too slow, but this did not prevent him from continuing to attack, and Evan threw all the big dung eggs he had obtained from Jokowi's magic joke shop.

It was a big killer, and the big black dung egg streaked a beautiful trajectory in mid-air, landing on the Slytherin with unmistakable accuracy, interrupting their spell, and a foul stench accompanied by Slytherin screams.

Malfoy was the focus of his care, and he was now covered in feces.

"Well done, Aven!" Fred and George clapped their hands in celebration.

Evan didn't get complacent for long, as more and more students gave up using their wands and began to pounce on their nearest enemies in the most primitive way.

At this moment, the big, foul-smelling Slytherin students had the upper hand, because no one wanted to go near them, which cost Gryffindor the first opportunity.

Accidentally, Evan tripped over Breszabini, Malfoy's roommate, an arrogant second-year Slytherin, and the two rolled on the ground and scuffled together, Evan broke his lips and blood gushed out.

However, Evan didn't make the other party feel better, he gave Zabini a few punches, and just as he was about to finish off the other party completely, suddenly a big hand separated the two people.

Evan looked up in astonishment to see Hagrid lift himself up.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here?!" Hagrid looked surprised.

Not far away, Harry and Malfoy were scuffling together, Ron was spitting slugs at Goyle beside him, Hermione had her hair disheveled but she was one of the few still holding her wand, Colin and Neville were fighting against Crabbe, and the other Quidditch players were fighting on their own.

As for Fred and George, the two of them got more big eggs out of nowhere, enough to get rid of more than a dozen Slytherin students.

A few seconds later, a loud bang rang out over the Quidditch field, and almost all the professors were outside the castle, and Dumbledore stood solemnly outside the gate, his wand held high.

"Group brawls, I've never seen anything like this in all my years at Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall was visibly annoyed, "Gryffindor and Slytherin will each deduct a hundred points, and if there is a next time, I will disqualify you from Quidditch." ”

"But Professor, it's them first," Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver argued anxiously.

"Quiet, Wood!" Professor McGonagall said with a hint of disappointment, "I thought you could be better. ”

"Who's in charge?" Professor Snape's somber voice rang out, but his eyes were fixed on Harry and Aven standing beside him.

"It's Evan Mason and Harry Potter!" almost all of the Slytherins pointed at the two in an instant.

"They lied, and Malfoy picked it up first!" Gryffindor was not to be outdone.

"He called Evan and Hermione mudbloods!" Ron added, squirting slugs to the ground with one mouth.

"Shut up, Weasley! I can tell who's lying. Snape ducked aside in disgust, and he turned his gaze to Harry and Aven, "As for you"

"Severus, I think they're students at my academy. Professor McGonagall interjected duly in time, "I'll decide how to punish them." ”