"Malfoy, didn't your father teach you what upbringing was? Or is it your father who taught you this behavior? ”

Norin asked, frowning. The last person to say this kind of word now has "Nolinphobia" and hides when he sees Nolin all day long.

Ron's face suddenly turned ugly. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and although they didn't understand the gravity of the matter, they could tell that Malfoy wasn't saying anything good.

"It's you again, Davis."

Malfoy subconsciously took a step back and said inwardly:

"Don't meddle in any more things, or I'll be unkind to you......"

"Apologize, or I'll be rude to you."

Norin said coldly. He really wanted to ask those so-called holy pure-blood families how they taught their children to be more arrogant than the other.

"You want me to ...... with this mud"

"Incisors Stick!"

Before Malfoy could finish his sentence, a ray of light shot out of Ron's wand and hit Malfoy's face directly.

Malfoy was knocked backwards, and a flat sand goose fell to the ground. The next moment, his front teeth grew like hormones, like a mole plowing the ground.

"Poof."

Harry and Hermione, still in anger, couldn't help but laugh.

"Not bad."

Norlin looked at Ron in surprise, thinking that this kid was quite fast.

Ron still had a look of fear on his face, the spell just now was completely impulsive, but seeing Malfoy's funny appearance, he suddenly felt a burst of exhalation.

"You're done! Weasley! You're going to get expelled! ”

Malfoy sat on the ground, desperately covering his mouth to stuff his front teeth back, only to find in despair that it was in vain. He stared at Ron viciously and said with a little crying.

Norin was silent for a moment, then walked over to his side and pulled him up, and whispered in his ear:

"I suggest you go and explain this matter to your dean, so that nothing is missing. I think someone will be unlucky about this. ”

Davis is a good guy!

The thought was unstoppable in Malfoy's mind, and he glanced at Norlin gratefully and said harshly to Ron:

"Wait, Weasley! Tomorrow you'll be on the train home with Potter! ”

He didn't even want to go to the school hospital just to show Snape evidence that he was being bullied.

"We'll have to explain it to Professor McGonagall! Otherwise, Ron might have been fired! ”

After Malfoy walked away, Hermione hurriedly said that she knew the punishment of casting a spell on her classmates.

Ron's previous unhappiness with her yin and yang weirdness had been put behind her.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Norlin smiled, he only told Malfoy that someone was going to be unlucky, and he didn't say who was unlucky.

"How does it feel?"

He looked up at Ron, who said with a look of retrospectiveness, "Not bad. ”

"Hey! How could you do this magic! I didn't know. ”

Harry said puzzled and envious. He was thinking that if he had just knocked out Malfoy, the scene must have been more exciting.

"Norlin taught me a few little spells during the summer."

Ron scratched his head and grinned.

As Norlin said, Ron didn't do anything afterwards, but Malfoy looked dazed and suspicious.

Devil knows why, after he had finished telling the story, Professor Snape stared at him with pity, instead of going to the Gryffindor to settle the score.

At that moment, Malfoy even felt like he was going to throw himself into the cauldron as a potion material.

The days of October were uneventful, and it is worth mentioning that Zhang Qiu finally got his wish and successfully entered the Quidditch team of Ravenclaw and became a glorious Seeker, just like Pekesy who had already graduated.

The Gryffindor trio's relationship was a little better after Ron's shot. Of course, only a little. Hermione and the two of them were still at odds with each other, and they were counted down from time to time.

And on the day Halloween was approaching, Norin heard that Hermione was by Ron's crying.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her, to be honest, she's just like a nightmare." George said with a brow on his face, "That's Ron's exact words. ”

Norlin was writing back to Pekathy without looking up. In her letter, she mentioned that she had passed the first step of the Auror assessment and was working on the next stage.

"Why?" Zhang Qiu asked curiously.

"Hermione doesn't seem to have any friends." Fred scratched his head, "She's a copy of Professor McGonagall, meticulous, with no room for sand in her eyes, and she's in and out of the library all day, more Ravenclaw than anybody." ”

Like a cat with its tail stepped on, Smith retorted with a red face:

"Who said Ravenclaw had to go to the library! My ingenuity is reflected in other places! ”

"Like eating?"

George sneered without giving any face, after more than a semester, everyone was familiar with each other, and there was no mercy under his mouth.

"Neither Ron nor Harry can stand her character, and today Ron said bad things about her and she heard her."

Fred continued.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron was mingling with Seamus Finigan, but the expression on his face was faintly uneasy.

Norlin finally wrote a reply to Pekathy. The thought of Pekecy having to train Halloween made him sigh.

The auditorium is littered with colourful ornaments, with swarms of bats fluttering across the walls and ceiling, and a swarm of bats hovering above the table like a low cloud, making the flames and candles in the pumpkin's belly flicker and flicker.

The four tables were bustling with activity, and everyone had smiles on their faces, except for Malfoy, who gritted his teeth and stared at the Ravenclaw table with a look of grievance.

Professor McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore solemnly, and Dumbledore listened with a smile, occasionally shoving a piece of candy into his mouth.

Suddenly, the door to the auditorium was slammed open. Professor Quirrell rushed into the Great Hall, his large scarf slanted over his head, his face full of horror.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, as if he was the most beautiful boy in the audience. He walked to Dumbledore's chair with trembling steps, leaned back against the table, gasped, and said in horror:

"The trolls—in the basement classroom—thought you should know."

With that, he fell headlong to the floor and fainted.

The auditorium was in chaos.

Norlin squinted and clapped softly, giving Professor Quirrell a thumbs up for his acting skills.

He didn't forget to land his face on the ground even when he fell to the ground, which can be said to be a deep love for Voldemort, and Voldemort should award a trophy to such a caring servant.

Also owing him trophies is Oscar. If he hadn't known that he was pretending, and had rushed at his vivid performance, Norlin would have almost believed it.