"I wonder how long our savior will be able to stay on his broomstick this time? Is anyone willing to bet? How are you, Weasley? ”

In the face of Ron's non-response, Malfoy was even more aggressive. He is a bear child, he just likes to test in front of you, watching you look angry and helpless.

On the field, Snape had just awarded a penalty to Hufflepuff because George had hit a Bludger hard at him, which he saw as a provocation.

Clark clasped his hands over his chest, as if he was preoccupied with the ring.

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team selects their players?"

A few minutes later, when Snape unjustifiably awarded another Hufflepuff free throw, Malfoy deliberately shouted: "They pick the ones they feel pitiful." For example, Potter, who has no father and no mother, and the Weasley brothers, has no money at home...... You should be on the team, Neville Longbottom, because you don't have a brain. ”

Neville's face flushed, and he spun from his chair to face Malfoy.

"Do you think your dark circles last time weren't symmetrical enough? Malfoy. He clenched his fists and shook them.

The last time Neville was caught in the leg-lock spell, he seized the opportunity to punch Malfoy in the right eye, which kept him from going out for three or four days.

Malfoy touched his recovered eye socket and smiled disdainfully, and his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, laughed in unison.

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the ring, and said, "Give him a little bit of power, Neville." ”

Malfoy stole a glance at Clark and saw that he was sitting firmly in the stands with his back to him, as if he was fascinated by the game, and did not pay attention to this side, so he relaxed.

Only he didn't see that a dark blue rope, like a snake, fell down Clark's trouser leg to the ground.

"Longbottom, if your mind is gold, you're poorer than Weasley, that's telling."

"I warn you, Malfoy...... How dare you say it again......"

"Ron!" Hermione suddenly said, "Look at Harry! ”

"What's wrong? Where is it? ”

Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, and the audience let out exclamations and cheers, and some of the little witches stood up nervously, as if trying to see better. Harry shot like a bullet to the ground.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Potter apparently saw the money on the ground!" Malfoy said.

Neville moved quickly, stepping on the back of his chair and flipping over.

Malfoy was just about to call his two henchmen when suddenly a strong force came from his feet, as if a python had wrapped around his ankles and pulled him hard.

"Bang!"

Neville watched Malfoy fall in front of him, and although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately stepped on top of him, and then, with a wave of his fist, greeted Malfoy in the face.

"Ahh You dare to hit me, my dad is a school director. ”

"Bang!" Malfoy received a punch in his left eye.

"Ahh Crabbe, Goyle, pull him away. ”

"Bang!" Malfoy received a punch in the right eye

"Ahh Don't fight, don't fight. ”

Crabbe and Goyle did want to pull Neville away, but Ron didn't hesitate to flip over from the back of his seat to help, and Seamus on the side hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to stop Goyle.

Malfoy tried to struggle, but Clark's magic ropes bound his legs and feet so tightly that he couldn't resist.

"Ahh It wasn't Malfoy shouting, his swollen cheeks couldn't open his mouth.

Hermione screamed and jumped into her seat as well, just in time to block out the commotion in the last row of the stands.

Some of the students around her were just as agitated as she was, as they all saw Harry rushing straight for Snape, the Quidditch referee.

No one would notice Malfoy and Neville rolling under their seats, and no one would care that Ron, Seamus, Crabbe, and Goyle were scuffling together, punching and kicking each other, all screaming in pain.

In the air, Snape had barely turned around on his broomstick when he saw a golden object whizzing past his ear, followed by a figure riding a broomstick, which startled him, because the figure flew by only inches away from him, and Snape almost pulled out his wand.

Immediately afterward, Harry stopped diving. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the snitch was clutched tightly in his hand.

Snape's face turned pale, his lips pursed tightly, Harry's triumphant appearance reminded him of bad memories, and he hated the stinky boy even more.

And the stands were boiling, the game was over, it lasted less than five minutes, it would be a new record, and no one can remember in which game the snitch was caught so quickly.

As soon as Harry hit the ground, he was greeted heroically, and the young wizards of Gryffindor poured into the arena and gathered around him, and Dumbledore walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Well done," Dumbledore's voice was soft enough only Harry could hear, "it's good to see that you didn't think about that mirror all day...... Life is very fulfilling...... Great......"

Snape spat on the ground in disgust.

"Victory!"

The Gryffindor students put Harry on their shoulders, Clark and Hermione applauded him in the distance, and Ron cheered with a nosebleed.

Not far away, in the stands, Neville stood alone, with the three Malfoys unconsciously bound and tightly tied.

His face was still wounded, his fists were broken, and blood was dripping on the ground, but he didn't realize it, he just trembled with excitement, panting heavily, as if he wanted to vomit out all the grievances and unhappiness in the past.

He also won!

A weakened Neville stepped out of the stands alone, the cheers on the field still audible, but he didn't have the strength to celebrate for Harry.

When he walked down the last step and stepped on the soft grass, it was like stepping on a pile of cotton, and he could no longer support it, and in a whirlwind, the whole person fell to the ground.

Fortunately, at this moment, a strong arm supported him from behind and gave him strength.

Neville looked up, vaguely seeing Clarke's smiling face, and then fainted.

"Is he okay?" Hermione asked with concern, she had seen Neville's defiance and bravery with her own eyes today, which made her look at this honest young man.

"It's alright," Clark pulled a bottle of fur dog potion out of his pocket and poured it into Neville's mouth.

The effect of this potion, which was extracted from the oil of fur seals, was so remarkable that Neville's face immediately turned from pale to rosy.

"It's just a loss of strength, signing a void makes people tonic, I fed him some energy recovery potion, and after a while, he will be alive again."

As he spoke, he put Neville's arm on his shoulder and lifted him on his back.

"Let's go, let's send him back to the dormitory first, maybe there will be a celebration banquet for heroes tonight." Clark said with a pun.

Looking up, Hogwarts in the distance was as red as the setting sun.