"Clark, do you need our help?"

Outside of the boxing storm, George and Fred were holding their wands and shouting loudly.

Beside them were the rest of the Gryffindor team, and not far away, the Slytherin men were already lying on the ground.

As for Malfoy? Seeing that the situation was not good, he had already surrendered obediently.

In a group fight, no one on the Gryffindor side except for Ron, who was still lying on the ground, constantly spitting out shiny slugs, did not fall, and it can be said that the overall situation has been decided.

And this also brought a little pressure to Bruce in the center of the storm.

"Why don't you speak? Clark, is it hurt, oops, hold on, we're here to save you! ”

Of course, Clark, who was trying his best to dodge, did not have the energy to be distracted to answer.

But George didn't know, he shouted as he began to wave his wand at Bruce, who was attacking in a circle around Clark.

As a melee wizard, the more agile Bruce's combat instincts were, the more pressure he had from the wands he held in the outer ring.

Even if he knew that because of the duel and his status as an American wizard, the group of people outside might not dare to do it.

But his body was still one step ahead of his consciousness, and he contracted his back muscles in response to make defensive movements.

Although he corrected this in time, in this kind of high-intensity battle, a small mistake is often enough to kill, not to mention that he is facing Clark.

At the moment when Bruce's body paused due to muscle contraction, Clark, who had been swinging around the edge of his fist to dodge, suddenly grabbed the vacancy, and the whole person was like a light leaf, suddenly close to his chest.

That's like a girl in love, falling headlong into her boyfriend's arms.

However, what Bruce felt was not the love and sweetness between lovers, the other party's behavior of seizing the middle line and getting close to him instantly reminded him of the old gentleman who used Bajiquan when he was in San Francisco's Chinatown.

The original close leaning was still fresh in his memory.

Therefore, Bruce instantly raised his gaze, tensed the muscles in his chest, and prepared to take Clarke's attack hard.

He has this self-confidence, this time is different from the past, the thin British wizard in front of him, there is no trace of training on his body, and he will definitely not be able to play such a fierce and domineering boxing technique.

Not only that, but his arms also slammed towards Clark in his arms, the tiger hurts people, and people also have the heart of a tiger, and the flaws that Clark sees, how can it not be his combat wisdom?

He only needs to resist Clark's blow, he is absolutely confident, he can hold the enemy in front of him in his arms, and with his arm strength, he only needs to use a little strength to strangle the opponent's bones.

It's a pity that confident people are often slapped in the face, especially when facing the protagonist.

Clarke, who squeezed into Bruce's arms, did not lean against his shoulder, but stretched out his middle finger and pointed it like a sword, pointing it into Bruce's chest.

This made Bruce even more relieved, as long as it wasn't close to him, how powerful could two tiny fingers be?

The next moment, the devil's muscleman, who was about to capture Clark, just kept his hands around and stood there in a daze.

Bruce himself didn't know what was going on, he just felt like he had been pricked with a steel needle in his chest, and then the muscles in his whole body seemed to be overcharged, and he subconsciously began to spasm and contract, falling into a state of cramping, and the whole person couldn't move.

The fist wind around the two of them collapsed as no one sustained it, lifting Clarke's hair.

In the eyes of the people around him, he stood face to face with Bruce, and the other party's body like a little giant hugged him tightly, like an adult hugging a child.

"Clark!" George screamed, "Hey, big silly, let him go!" You're done, we're six of us. ”

Fred took the bat that hit Bludger and was about to shoot at the back of Bruce's head, but Clarke's voice stopped him.

"Stop! Fred, I'm fine. ”

Clark reached out and pushed Bruce's chest, and the muscular man from Ilvermorny fell to the ground like a stone statue.

"What's wrong with him?"

George and Fred leaned next to Clark, bats and wands in their hands, as if preparing for Bruce's outburst.

Clark reached out to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked at them with a big smile, their white teeth reflecting bright brilliance in the sunlight, like Lockhart.

"Don't worry, he's already under my control, and he won't be able to get up for a while."

As he spoke, he didn't even look at Bruce, and walked directly to Ron, who was lying on the ground and vomiting.

Harry was still standing next to him, but there was no way anyone could pull him up.

Clark didn't dislike that his cousin was still spitting slugs, and he grabbed Ron by the arm with Harry and pulled him up.

"Are you alright, Ron?"

Clark asked, and Ron shook his head, nodded again, and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't spit out.

And then.

"Gott~"

A couple more slugs landed on the ground.

"Looks like we're going to have to make him vomit for a while so that the spell wears off, Hagrid's hut is around here, Harry, can you send him there?"

Harry nodded to Clarke, which relieved Ron and was able to stand firm.

He watched as the two of them left the stadium and turned to deal with the rest of the Slytherins.

At this time, only one of them was still standing, this guy perfectly inherited his father's talent for seeing the wind and rudder, or their family's custom, anyway, when he saw that the situation was not good, he took the initiative to surrender, so the loss was the smallest.

Clark walked up to Malfoy's side, noticed that his leg was still shaking, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

This made Malfoy tremble even more.

"Don't worry, I won't beat you, but it seems that you can talk in your team now."

Clark saw that the Gryffindor team members had already started cleaning up the scene, and they picked up their broomsticks and checked on the Slytherin students who had passed out on the ground, in case one of them was too badly injured to miss the time for treatment.

Fortunately, the Gryffindor players were more measured, except for Flint, who looked miserable due to Clark's attack, and everyone else only suffered some skin injuries.

"Today's incident is all because of Flint's insulting words, and we taught him a lesson, and the matter is over.

If he is not convinced, we are always welcome to communicate with him, but if he has any messy thoughts, I think you should know how to do it! ”

Malfoy felt the palm of Clark's hand on his shoulder begin to exert force, and immediately nodded desperately.

By this time, the Gryffindor team members had already packed up, and beckoned Clark to leave with their broomsticks on their shoulders.

He answered, patted Malfoy on the shoulder again, leaving Malfoy to cry without tears, turned around and disappeared into the golden sunset with his comrades.

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