The sky in late autumn is gray and gloomy, the heavy lead-gray clouds press the sky very low, above the sky, the red and blue figures shuttle through the outer layer of the dark clouds from time to time, there is no annoying singing, Ron is a lot better, Slytherin's goals are blocked five or six times out of ten, with a first-time goalkeeper, such a goalkeeping rate is still a little desirable.

There was a sudden burst of exclamation from the pitch, and not far from Harry, small, flickering golden snitches were hanging a few feet above the pitch at the Slytherin end.

He swooped over?? In an instant, Malfoy rushed out from Harry's left, and a silver and green light and shadow crouched on the broom. The snitch rounded the foot of the goal ring and flew towards the other side of the stands, a turn that worked in Malfoy's favour as he got closer. Harry flipped the fire bolt, and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck?? A few feet off the ground, Harry let go of the broomstick with his right hand and headed towards the snitch?? To his right, Malfoy's arm also reached out, grabbing it?? At the moment when the wind whistled, everything was over - Harry's fingers gripped the small, struggling golden ball - Malfoy's nails grabbed the back of Harry's hand in despair - Harry raised his broom into the air, holding the still struggling ball in his hand, and Gryffindor supporters shouted loudly?? They were saved, and despite Ron's goal, no one would remember if Gryffindor won.

Harry heard a sneer behind him, and he turned away, still clutching the snitch in his hand. Draco Malfoy landed next to him, his face pale with anger, but there was a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't you?" A sneer appeared on Malfoy's face, "That's a good lyric?" Such a stupid goalkeeper can play, do you Gryffindor have no one? In fact, it's pretty good to write the lyrics as fat and ugly, huh? It's just that it's not too rhyme, and obviously the person who made up the song should have added his mother to it. ”

"Sour grapes." Angelina glared at Malfoy in disgust. "How can a person like you deserve to be accepted by Mr. Augustus?"

Malfoy's face flushed slightly, ignoring Angelina, and continuing to sneer at Harry, "But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Still vacationing there, aren't they? I don't know how you can stand the stench, but I think you were brought up by Muggles, and the Weasleys' dirt dens smell good—"

Fred and George heard what Malfoy was saying. The two brothers were shaking hands with Harry when they froze.

"Ignore him," Angelina hurriedly grabbed Fred, "don't be impulsive, if you lose, you just have a quick tongue, and treat this kind of uneducated guy as a deaf ear." The day after tomorrow is the time of the assembly, and what kind of conflict arises at this time, I am afraid that it is just the right thing for this kind of person to be a villain. ”

Fred nodded, let go of his hand slightly, and pulled George up to walk back.

"Or maybe," Malfoy's gray-blue pupils looked down with disdain, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasley's pigsty reminds you—"

Harry didn't realize he let go of George, only that a second later they pounced on Malfoy together. He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching, and he just wanted Malfoy to be as painful as possible. Without time to draw his wand, he picked up his fist and slammed Malfoy into the stomach with all his might.

Malfoy had no idea that these people were so unscrupulous that they didn't even have time to take their wands before they were thrown to the ground.

"Harry! Harry! George! Stop it! ”

He heard the screams of the girls, the screams of Malfoy, the curses of George, the whistles and the shouts of the people around him, but he ignored them.

A huge force suddenly erupted from among the three of them, and Harry and George Fred were shocked to the top of the field, and not far away, Augustus and his party gradually approached.

"What are you doing?" Augustus looked at Malfoy, who was curled up on the ground and screaming, his nose was bleeding, and turned to look at Harry who was standing up from the wolf on the ground, "Muggle fighting matches?" ”

"Mr. Augustus," Malfoy struggled to his feet, looking at Harry with a look of bitterness in his eyes, "they did it first. ”

Augustus waved his hand, "On the merits, I didn't witness it, so I can't judge." It is still in the Quidditch pitch, and the first qiē is in charge of Madame Huoqi. ”

Huo Qi smiled at Augustus and nodded, then turned to Harry and said sharply, "Go back to the castle, you three, and I'll take you directly to the dean's office!" ”

After reassuring Malfoy, he dismissed the onlookers and left the arena with Harry and the others.

Malfoy followed behind Augustus, bowing his head and silent, not uttering a word.

"What, don't you feel aggrieved?" Augustus asked calmly.

"No, after all, I was also at fault first." Malfoy whispered, "Besides, it's really wrong to insult their parents in words. ”

"Oh? Do you know that it's wrong to insult other people's parents? Augustus was surprised, "I thought that other people's parents were born to be abused by you?" ”

"What's the point of being quick to speak? If you lose the game, you insult others in your words, what can you do in this way, except for showing that your qi is narrow and low? Augustus questioned in his tone.

"Regardless of how many of them are in the Ulius Army with you, how they will get along in the future. It's a stranger, and what good do you do if you insult him like this, except to make enemies everywhere? Everything needs to be thought about, and I don't see any way to do it for the sake of a word and a word, except for stupidity. There is no need to say superfluous words, you choose the route yourself, how to go, and think about it yourself. ”

As the autumn breeze grew cold, Augustus stepped into the castle and turned away. Malfoy paused outside the door, looking down in reflection.

Hawsley led the three of them to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Get in!" She snapped at the door.

McGonagall sat at her desk, looking at the others suspiciously.

After listening to Mrs. Foxki's explanation, McGonagall threw Gryffindor's scarf to the ground, trembling with anger.

"Really?" "I've never seen such a humiliating performance," she said. Three to one! Explain it yourselves! "It was Malfoy who provoked." Harry said stiffly.

"Provocation?" Professor McGonagall yelled, slamming the table as her checkered cookie box slipped to the ground and shattered, leaving the ginger salamander cookie on the floor.

Professor McGonagall yelled, "Do you know you-? ”

"Ahem, ahem." George and Harry turned together, and Dolores Umbridge stood in the doorway, wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her look more like a big toad. "Need my help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked in the most poisonous, sweet voice in her bones.