“…… If you want me to look at it, there is no hope for the Gryffindor team, and this year's Quidditch Cup, no matter how you think about it, is it all our Slytherin's, isn't it? Professor Umbridge's opinion is the same as that of the Ministry of Magic, but when it comes to the Ministry of Magic—how can they compare to my father? ”

"I heard my dad say a few years ago that the ministry had been thinking about firing Arthur Weasley! As for our Mr. Savior...... Haha, he should ......"

"Malfoy, Jean."

Malfoy's tirade was interrupted by a cold voice, and the porch fell silent for a moment.

He turned around and looked, and the corners of his eyes twitched subconsciously - standing behind him was Harry, and of course, Hermione and Ron, among the young wizards of Gryffindor House.

There was no trace of anger on the faces of the three little lions, but their cold expressions made Malfoy take a step back.

Ever since he had been taught by Maca, he had been dead for a long time. Later, his father, Lucius, told him several times not to be an enemy of Marca's friends.

But perhaps it was time that killed the jealousy in his heart, and at the beginning of this semester, he seemed to have begun to show his teeth and claws again.

Although he still has a lingering fear of Maca, after all, Maca's power is beyond his common sense, but in front of his classmates, he once again shows signs of taking pleasure in slandering Harry and the others.

Of course, he usually does this as much as possible where the person concerned can't see it. But lately he has had another friend, and the number of times he talks about it in front of Sokas is clearly increasing.

And at this moment, as usual, when he was trying to elevate himself by slandering Harry and others, he finally met the main owner without paying attention.

To be honest, not to mention Maca, even in the face of Harry, who can slash down the fire dragon with a sword, he has no confidence. So when he suddenly saw Harry, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

Although for Harry's dragon slaying, he always gave credit to the Gryffindor sword. In Malfoy's opinion, Harry was just lucky.

Seeing Malfoy take a step back, Harry was no longer interested in looking at him, and raised his leg to pass the other party, and walked towards the door of the Potions classroom with a blank face.

"Well, it's just luck......," Malfoy muttered softly, "If it weren't for the Gryffindor Sword, if it weren't for Marca McClain, what would you be like a scar-faced boy?" ”

“…… That's better than you, too! A small voice suddenly appeared, but it became quite obvious in the quiet hallway.

Ron wanted to say that, but he had figured it out beforehand, and now was not the time to make a fuss. So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.

But what is surprising is that it was Neville, who always looked cowardly, who said this.

"What?" Malfoy might have been hesitant about Harry, but when he saw that a cowardly student like Neville dared to despise him, he suddenly felt like the veins in his forehead were about to explode, "You dare to say that again?" ”

The dispute that had been revealed by Harry seemed to be ignited again.

The two stupid big henchmen who had been standing behind Malfoy since the beginning, Goyle and Crabbe, took a step forward at the same time, blocking Neville's path.

"Am I not right?" Neville's neck shrunk suddenly, but he didn't know where his courage came from, and he gritted his teeth and trembled, "Harry must be better than you!" ”

"Neville," Harry turned around and walked two quick steps to Neville's side, "There's no need to argue with someone like him, there's no point, his brain is already broken!" ”

"Ridiculous! I think he's the one who has a bad brain, right? A fool—" Malfoy cried out in a fit of rage, "and if you want me to say, you'd better send him to St. Mungo!" There's a special ward for people with brains! ”

"The last time I went to St. Mungo's with my dad to visit the Deputy Dean, I visited there! Aren't all those brainless wizards exactly like him? ”

“…… Only eating, sleeping, and being in a daze all day long, it is worse than a Flop caterpillar! At least the Flober caterpillar can still spit! Hahaha – ahh Stop him! ”

As if he was about to burst out of his past grievances, Malfoy caught Neville with a sneer, but as he spoke, he suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, Neville lunged past Harry, ignoring the tall Crabbe and Goyle in front of him, and slammed his fist at Malfoy behind them.

When he first entered the school, Neville, who was in his early tens, was short and stocky, and round, and naturally he would not be a match for Malfoy's two henchmen. At that time, he was undoubtedly a good match for his cowardly and introverted personality.

But in the past two years, Neville, who has stepped into the development period, seems to have been hit by an expansion spell, and he has grown bigger and bigger, and he has long stood out among his friends.

It's just that Neville's cowardice is still so ingrained in everyone's impression that his actual physique is often overlooked.

Now he suddenly went berserk and rushed towards Malfoy like crazy, and there was immediately chaos.

Although Crabbe and Goyle were obviously bigger and rounder than Neville, Neville was unable to completely block his onslaught under Neville's unannounced outburst of anger.

There was only a "thud", followed by a muffled snort from Malfoy. In the midst of that chaos, Neville's fist landed pinpoint to the bridge of Malfoy's nose.

"Neville! Don't-"

Hermione's words were clearly too late, and in her exclamation, Malfoy threw his head back and fell back. Sokas, who had been standing behind him and watching quietly, reached out to help Malfoy at this time.

Harry saw that this was not good, although it must have been late, but he still grabbed Neville's robe with an arrow.

Neville was clearly not satisfied, and under the resistance of Crabbe and Goyle, he still waved his fists wildly, as if he wanted to rush up and make up for a few more strokes.

"Hand on!" Harry hurriedly turned around and shouted at Ron.

The two of them chose one side and struggled to hold Neville's arm, dragging him away from the Slytherin group. Before Crabbe and Goyle rolled up their sleeves and planned to make a big move, they dragged him back into the Gryffindor crowd.

“…… Not a joke! You don't deserve to be a Hogwarts! How dare you insult those sick people of St. Mungo! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't pull me, I'm going to teach him a lesson! Teach him a lesson! ”

Probably because he never spoke out loud, Neville was already reddening his neck and his voice was becoming quite strange.

It is not unreasonable for him to be so angry. Because among the wizards living in the long-term ward on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries were his parents, the Longbottoms.

In the aftermath of Voldemort's last downfall, the Aurors were captured by Death Eaters who were frantically searching for their master's whereabouts, and tortured both with the Mind Curse to become mentally broken cripples.

As Neville struggled and screamed, the door to the Potions classroom opened softly, and a frosty Snape stepped out of it.

His dark, grim eyes swept between the two groups of people in the porch, pausing at Malfoy leaning against Sokas with his face covered, and finally settled on Neville, who was still writhing.

No, no, it didn't seem to be Neville, it was Harry who was holding Neville's arm.

"Fighting? Hum...... Porter? Weasley? Longbottom? Snape pouted and said grimly, "Gryffindor, deduct ten...... Let go of Longbottom, Potter ...... Otherwise, they will be confined to the state. ”

"Neville!"

Harry whispered to him again, then let go.

At the sight of Snape, whom he feared most, Neville's hot mind finally cooled down a little, and he hung his head on his knees and gasped, his eyes staring straight at the ground with angry eyes.

“…… Everyone, come into the classroom. Snape glanced at Malfoy again, then dropped a sentence before turning and heading into the classroom.

He was really disappointed in Malfoy's "godson", and he couldn't support the wall at all. If there is no comparison, it may be better, but once you have Maca as a reference, it is simply miserable.

"I've got to stop you," Harry gasped as he picked up his bag and whispered, "but seriously, you just punched him, so you have to be careful - I don't know why Snape didn't punish you, but Malfoy wouldn't have left it at that." ”

"That's what you should say—you're beating you so accurately!" Ron chuckled.

Neville didn't answer, he grabbed his bag and walked silently into the classroom.

"Don't say such cool things." Hermione said dissatisfied.

"Hmm...... But why? Ron was a little puzzled, "What the hell is going on?" Why did he suddenly ......"

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head and said, "Listen to what he just said...... Maybe there was someone he knew in that ward at St. Mungo? ”

They whispered a few words, and then hurried in with the crowd, and sat down side by side in the seats at the back of the room as usual.

They had been sitting in the back row since the second Potions class of the year they were enrolled, and it hadn't changed in all these years.

As the three of them took out the quill pens and textbooks they needed for class from their school bags, they heard most of the students around them talking about Neville's behavior.

But when Snape waved his wand and the door to the classroom slammed shut, all sounds stopped abruptly.