"Look!" Malfoy surged out of the group, picking up something on the grass. "Isn't that what the little fool's old grandmother gave him?" the ball of memory glistened in his hand in the sun. "See, lowly fellow," Malfoy continued to die at Joe.

"Put it back in its place, Malfoy!" cried the Savior with a sense of justice. Everyone fell silent and watched what happened.

Malfoy smiled maliciously at the group, but he didn't see the corners of Joe's mouth curled at him as well.

"Well, I guess I should hide it somewhere, and let that little fool look for it—oh, I thought—how about putting it in a tree?"

"Put it back where it was!" exclaimed Harry. But Malfoy had already stepped on his broomstick and was flying. As far as a first-year student is concerned, his flying skills are really good. He flew to the top of a marked tree and challenged Harry, "Come on, come up and get Potter if you're brave!" Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"Don't go!" Hermione cried, "Madame Hooch told us not to move anyone—and you're always causing us trouble!" Harry ignored her, and immediately stepped on his broomstick, kicked the ground, and flew steadily. The outstanding talent and vigorous flying posture made the little wizards below applaud non-stop.

Joe saw Harry let his broomstick fly across from Malfoy to a halt, and Malfoy seemed so surprised that he stayed in mid-air like an idiot.

"Put that ball back in its place!" Harry exclaimed, "or I'll kick you off your broom!"

"Oh, is it?" said Malfoy, who seemed to be a little panicked.

Then Joe saw Harry grab his broomstick and lift it up, and the broom carried him straight to Malfoy like a discharged rocket launcher. Malfoy almost crashed, but luckily he avoided it quickly.

Harry made a nice turn in mid-air, and he sat still, not flustered at all. Some of the students even clapped loudly on the ground.

"Crabbe and Goyle of yours can't help you here, Malfoy!" Harry cried happily.

Thinking of this, Malfoy also panicked a little.

"Well, I hope you'll catch it!" Malfoy yelled, throwing the orb into the air.

Harry grabbed the broomstick and turned around and headed straight for the glass ball, he held out his right hand - a foot above the ground, and grabbed it! Just in time to adjust the direction of his broomstick! He held the memory ball tightly and jumped lightly from the broomstick, standing firmly on the grass.

On the other side, Malfoy, who wanted to fly back to the ground quickly, found that his broomstick was out of control. It stopped in the air, and no matter what Malfoy did, he just didn't move. Xiaolong's face turned red.

Joe on the ground smiled, then continued to keep his eyes on Malfoy's broom, whispering a long series of incantations from his mouth. This spell is very weak and takes a long time to cast, so it is not suitable for use in head-to-head battles, but it does not require a wand, it is very hidden, and it is an excellent means for Yin people. Joe remembers being used in a similar way by Quirrell to secretly plot against Harry at a Quidditch match. Although Joe, in order to save mana, chose to cast a spell that was far less powerful than the former. But Quirrell's target was the Light Wheel 2000, which was the strongest resistance to spells at the time, and Malfoy's body was just second-hand goods on the verge of obsolescence, and to put it mildly, such an old antique probably didn't have as much as the wizard's house, and even if the spell was weak, it was more than enough to deal with this kind of goods.

Sure enough, as soon as Joe began to cast the spell, Malfoy felt the broom under him begin to shake disobediently, and the tremor became larger and larger, and he gradually lost his grip on the broom. Then the broom flipped over, throwing Malfoy's body out, only his hands still clutching the broom above his head, screaming in fear.

Well, Joe thought, it would be nice to punish him a little, if he couldn't see his future love with the savior and wanted to kill him, it would be so boring.

Joe first stabilized the broomstick in the sky, and then let the broom slam violently, and Malfoy did not grasp it for a moment, and fell from a height of twenty feet. Then, like Neville, Joe casts a shock-absorbing spell and falls to the ground without any danger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but it doesn't look like you're much better than Neville. Joe said with a faint sarcasm.

As for Draco, who collapsed to the ground in shock, he didn't care what Joe said at this time.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall walked straight to them. She walked fast and trembled.

"You-you--I've been at Hogwarts for all these years-never-" Professor McGonagall was so angry that she was almost speechless, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose seemed to tremble, "-how dare you- this will break your neck-"

"It's not Harry's fault, Professor—"

"Miss Petyle, don't be noisy!"

"But, Malfoy—"

"That's enough, Weasley, I don't want to listen anymore. Potter, come with me at once, and Crabbe and Goyle, send Mr. Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey. Professor McGonagall then strode towards the castle, while Harry mechanically dragged his legs behind.

"Stupid Potter, you're going to be expelled!" Seeing that Xiaolong was not there, the poodle came out again to coax. The Slytherin students laughed, while the Gryffindor students were indignant.

"Don't worry. Joe stopped the Gryffindor crowd "Justice is at ease." He said, "Ms. Parkinson, I'm betting on a gold Galleon, Potter won't be expelled, how about it?"

"What don't you dare. Pansy said, "Slytherin's, come and gamble!"

"Gryffindor will never lose to the vile Slytherin. Ron yelled, "We'll do it too." ”

Looking at the indignant students of the two academies, Qiao quietly snickered in his heart, and now he could make a small profit again.

So at dinner, when Harry had told him about his role as a Seeker, the Slytherins who had been involved in the gambling that afternoon handed over the gold galleons as if they had eaten something dirty. And the Gryffindor participants in the gambling contract had a happy expression, which made Slytherin half angry.

As for poor Malfoy in the school hospital, everyone thought that his broom was malfunctioning, and Ron was quite dissatisfied that Joe had "saved" Malfoy, only Hermione, a school bully, noticed his small movements, and she quietly pulled Joe aside afterwards. In front of the little girl's fluent recitation of school rules, Joe had to obediently relent, and made various promises.

Thank God, Hermione is still very obedient to the school rules, and if she reaches fifth grade, Joe will have to sign an unknown number of unequal treaties.