Hermione left the Slytherin table with an ugly face, and although she didn't say it directly, Louis could see that she was now suspicious of Ron's head.

When the Slytherin and Gryffindor students were in the Potions classroom in the afternoon, Malfoy proudly braged about his relationship with Umbridge in front of Harry.

"You know, my dad has a very good relationship with Umbridge, and when I saw the ban early this morning, I went to Professor Umbridge to apply for a new Slytherin Quidditch team. At this, Malfoy looked at Harry with triumph, deliberately lengthening his voice, "Professor Umbridge directly accepted my request and encouraged me to practice more. ”

"What is it like to start a new Quidditch game, Malfoy?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Don't you know Professor Umbridge's ban, Potter?" Malfoy looked at Harry with a malicious look on his face.

"It's just a private club or team for students, what does that have to do with the Quidditch team?"

"Don't you know that the Quidditch team is also a private team?" asked Malfoy, with a look of disdain.

"You mean ......" Harry's heart pounded, his sanity telling him there was no need for Malfoy to lie to him about it.

"That's right, without Professor Umbridge's approval, Gryffindor won't have a Quidditch team. Malfoy smirked, as if he had taken a vicious breath.

Harry looked at Hermione pleadingly, hoping she would tell him it was just a bad joke by Malfoy.

Hermione shook her head slightly.

She really didn't expect that the ban also included the Quidditch team, probably because the Quidditch team had become a part of school life, and everyone subconsciously forgot that it was a game formed and played by the students themselves.

Although the usual Quidditch schools have made a point to clear the field, and all the teachers will participate in it, even the winner can win a huge number of points for his house....... But that doesn't hide that it's not a school.

So, even though Quidditch was a part of the school, it still couldn't stand up to Umbridge's ban.

Harry....... I think Professor McGonagall ......"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Malfoy interrupted her rudely.

"Professor McGonagall, not to mention she's just a mere vice-principal, even Headmaster Dumbledore can't stop Professor Umbridge's ban. Malfoy smiled sinisterly, "Professor Umbridge is the senior prosecutor at Hogwarts, and that's what the Minister for Magic dictated. ”

"It's you, it's definitely you!" Harry glared at Malfoy viciously, and Hermione quietly tugged at Harry's robe to prevent him from doing something irrational.

It's no wonder Harry looks like he's going to go berserk, as it's the event he's most looking forward to at Hogwarts.

Ron, on the other hand, stood behind Harry and said nothing, his eyes wandering over Harry and Malfoy, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Harry, are you sure you're going to do this?" Malfoy looked at Harry defiantly, "I've been suggesting to Professor Umbridge that I can send you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Your head hurts all the time, and I think there are dedicated people at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries who will take care of you, just like they take care of people whose heads have been broken by magic. ”

Malfoy looked at Harry maliciously, as if the nurses at St. Mungo's Hospital for the Physically Injured and Magical Hospital would knock Harry unconscious and take him away.

But before Harry could fight back, he was knocked aside by a dark shadow behind him. Before everyone could react, Malfoy had been pinned down by Neville and punched in the face.

Although everyone should have pulled away from the two of them at this time, all the students looked at them as if they had been under the petrification spell, even Louis.

Neville seemed not satisfied with punching Malfoy once, so he punched him harder, and Louis could clearly see that the two punches were in the same spot.

And just as Neville was about to throw a third punch, he had already been pulled away from Malfoy by Harry. Obviously, Harry wasn't trying to save Malfoy, instead, he was protecting Neville. Just by looking at Goyle and Crabbe who were coming from not far away, it was easy to understand why Harry was pulling Neville away. Louis had no doubt that if Harry hadn't pulled Neville away, Neville would have been torn apart by those two stupid big guys!

Harry pulled Neville with all his might, and asked Hermione beside him for help, "Help me, Hermione. ”

Neville looked like he had gone mad, his face flushed as he stared at Malfoy, desperate to break free from Harry's shackles.

"If you're still dragging Mr. Longbottom, then I think you'll be locked up, Potter ......." a sinister voice came from behind the crowd.

Neville stopped struggling at the voice, and he turned his head to glare at Harry in disgust, and returned to his seat. Harry, on the other hand, looked depressedly at Neville, who had returned to his seat, and then returned to his seat as well.

Harry felt very innocent. Apparently he was helping Neville, but now he was being treated hostilely by Neville.

Snape gave Harry a cold look, then walked over to the blackboard.

"I'm sure everyone should know that we have a new guest for this class. With that, Snape glanced at Umbridge, who had entered the classroom at some point.

Louis was very interested in the Potions lesson, eager to find out who would embarrass Snape or Umbridge.

"Today we are going to make a dragon burn potion," he said, waving his wand at the blackboard, "Just like it is written on the blackboard, the ratio is strictly proportional........"

Although Snape said it with ease, the truth was that most of the students couldn't make a good dragon burn potion, let alone a perfectly proportioned potion.

Umbridge stepped out of the corner, and she walked around the students with great interest, watching them mix potions. She watched the green liquid coming out of Dahl's cauldron as she jotted something down a piece of parchment.

Unlike the previous two classes, Umbridge was very proactive. She had seen almost the potions made by the students in the classroom, and she had almost burned her head from the flames that burst out of Pansy's cauldron.

However, Pansy's family is also a big family, and it is obvious that she can't lose her temper at Pansy, so she can only walk towards Snape with an unhappy face