It's about to start a fight. Hermione closed the book in her hand and ran over to Ron

"Be careful! Don't let him provoke you."

"What's wrong? Potter, are you going to hide behind a woman? Malfoy mocked again. As we said before, he's very talented at that.

These words completely made the two of them fry the pot, "Hermione, you get out of the way!" Watch me rip his mouth! Ron reached out and pushed Hermione away

Hermione tried her best to stop, "You guys make the first move, just in time to give him a handle." His father is a school trustee, and you will suffer if you do this. Hermione shuffled her feet, trying her best to hold them out. At the same time, he turned his head and said, "Ivey, you take care of them, don't be impulsive." ”

Malfoy, who was in a state of arrogance, suddenly froze with a smug expression when he heard Ivey's name. In fact, he saw Ivy when he first arrived in the courtyard, and he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't control his legs when he heard Harry's voice. Now that I come back to my senses, my heart is fluctuating, and I am starting to feel a little stunned. The same goes for Goyle and Crabbe.

The three of them looked at Ivy nervously, neither staying nor leaving. After all, the atmosphere has been baked here, and others ran away without saying anything, how will he Malfoy still mix on the road in the future.

"Forget it, it's class time in a minute." Ivy first convinces an enraged Ron. Truth be told, he hadn't paid any attention to the affair between Harry and Malfoy since flying lessons last school year. Because you will never stop managing it, this kind of thing is as frequent for the two of you as eating and drinking.

Then he said to the three Malfoys, "You guys should leave too." It's rare to have a while, so don't come out and make trouble. ”

Hearing this, Malfoy instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to leave unscathed was absolutely good news for the trio. What's more, they came up to provoke only on the spur of the moment.

"Hmph, we-" Before leaving, he was about to say another harsh word

"Say one more nonsense, and you'll lie down and go back," Ivey's flat voice came

Malfoy's face flushed, and the trash talk that had reached his lips was forced back by him, and his face changed for a while. It was a shame for so many Slytherin students to look at it, and to walk away in disgrace.

"Draco! What are you doing! What a shame for Slytherin! "Fortunately, someone helped him out.

A tall figure walked out of the crowd in the Snake Courtyard. The face is ugly, and the mouth is full of buckteeth. It was Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of the Serpent Academy. Harry had complained before, suspecting that he had troll blood.

Under the watchful eyes of the students in the audience, Marcus came to Ivey. At 1.9 meters, he is more than a head taller than Ivey. He looked down at Ivy and said with a sinister smile

"Ivy Shafiq, I'm not afraid that others are afraid of you! You'd better be careful and not be too nosy. ”

After speaking, he defiantly stretched out his right hand and made a friendly gesture

Ivy looked at the palm in front of him, looked up into his eyes again, smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake it. But he said coldly, "What are you-"

Marcus's eyes were fierce, and his five fingers suddenly became stronger, and he wanted to crush the fingers of the little white face in front of him.

He stared at Ive's face, ready to enjoy the pained countenance. But after two consecutive exertions, he found that something was wrong, and the little white face looked relaxed, and there was no expression on his face that was distorted by pain as he imagined. And the touch of the palm is not right, you can clearly feel the joints of the fingers, but after two efforts, you can't feel the dislocation of the bones being squeezed, but it is like pinching a few steel bars.

Don't be fooled by his stupid appearance, Marcus. He is not stunned, on the contrary, he is very cunning. As soon as he found that the momentum was not right, he was not strong, so he immediately pulled his hand out, ready to pull away first.

The response is very fast. But how can it be so easy? Ivy wasn't a good talker. You say come and go? You think you're Voldemort.

"Since you choose to come out, how can there be any reason to quit halfway."

Ivey kept smiling, his palms secretly exerting force, and his five fingers were tightly locked like iron tongs, constantly pressing on Marcus's hand bones.

Sensing his movements, Marcus didn't panic at first. Although Xiao Baimian's strength was unexpected, which made him feel a little painful, it was not unbearable.

But he soon realized that he was thinking too simply. Due to his age, Ivey never fought with strength. What really makes him strong is his invincible physique.

Simply settle the score. Marcus's power is no threat to Ivey, but Ivey can hurt him. Even if it was very weak, but under the trade-off, Marcus tasted enough suffering. The wide palm has been squeezed and deformed, the fingers are numb, and the pain of the dislocation of the joints is accompanied by a slight tingling sensation that rushes straight to the brain.

Slowly turning his wrist, Marcus's fingers also moved, making a "click" sound.

Marcus was in a hurry, and he thought Ivey was going to break his wrist. The free other hand smashed directly into Ivey's head, and Ivey let go of his hand and leaned down to dodge the punch. When he couldn't retract his strength, he folded his arms and lunged forward, tensed his muscles sideways and struck a hook that hit just below his ribs.

"Gasp—boom—" Marcus was kicked off by the punch and moved half a step backwards to his knees on the lawn. The body curled up in a ball, and the lunch was mixed with stomach juice and bile and vomited to the ground.

"Ah——!h The shocking visual effects caused the onlookers to exclaim. But no one came up to stop it. The people of Slytherin are not well received themselves, even if they are not inside themselves. It's okay to watch and coax, but when you really want to come out, few people can count on it. Even Malfoy, whom he had just helped, was just a cold bystander at this time.

"Ha-ha--" Marcus's mouth was open, gasping for air. He felt as if his abdomen had been pierced, his stomach was turned upside down, and his internal organs were wrinkled together.

Best rubbed his cheek on his shoulder, looking curiously at Marcus, who was lying on the ground and vomiting.

"Ivey, let's go to the classroom, don't make a big deal out of it" Hermione ran up to Ivey, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away.

"Ivey, Marcus isn't a great character. He's not hurt yet, so forget it. Don't let him break the school rules. Cedric also ran out of the crowd

Seeing that they were so nervous, Ivey shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I didn't think about anything in the first place." ”

It's the truth. Maybe Marcus's appearance is more miserable, so that everyone mistakenly thinks that he is going to be ruthless.

Several people turned around and prepared to leave

Falling to his knees behind him, Marcus struggled to raise his head. On the pale face, snot, tears, and saliva converged. Protruding and bloodshot eyeballs stared at Ive's back.

He trembled and straightened up, raising his hand to wipe the liquid from his face. With a fierce face and a resentful gaze like substance, he suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ive's back, shouting frantically

"Crushed—"

"Click!"

Before the spell could be struck, a crisp cracking sound sounded from his hand. Marcus looked at the wand broken in two, stunned.

With Ivey's senses, he had already sensed Marcus's resentful eyes. Mental power has also spread all over him in advance. The moment he pulled out his wand, Ivey used his mental power to break his wand.

In Marcus' stunned expression, Ivey swung his left hand, and the magic ball flew out and hit him in the head.

"Bang ——!" The huge impact directly knocked him into the air. Lying on his back on the grass, there was no movement.

"Ivey!" Hermione let out a nervous scream

"Don't worry, I know in my heart, he just fainted." It is very troublesome to kill the student directly, even if he has a special status.

"What's wrong? What's going on? ”

At this moment, Lockhart, dressed in an emerald robe, walked out of the corridor. He dragged a hidden birdcage with one hand, saw Marcus fainting on the ground, and asked curiously.

"It's alright, Professor. We've just been playing magic together. Mr. Marcus has been caught under my coma spell and may need some sleep," Ivy explained

"It's Mr. Shafiq~ Long time no see. The last time we met was impressive, and you set an example for all of us. Lockhart walked over with a smile

"You've won a prize. I'm just a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and the one who can really stand up and inspire and lead everyone has to be Professor Lockhart, who is the 'light of dawn'. Ivy was a little ass

"Hahaha - it's all false names - if it can really be exchanged for world peace, I will not hesitate." Lockhart straightened, his gaze determined. Under the illumination of the afternoon sun, the whole person is plated with a layer of golden light.

The girls present all looked at them with adoration

"Huh-" Ivy just smiled awkwardly

Lockhart was pleased with the intoxicated gaze around him, and he nodded, "All right, guys. It was already class time, and Slytherin had a few seniors take Mr. Marcus to the infirmary. The second-graders hurried back to the classroom with me. ”

Arriving in the classroom, Lockhart folded his hands on either side of the podium and watched as the students sat down. The birdcage he had brought was on the table.

Wait until the whole class is seated

"Ah-cough~, everyone!" He cleared his throat

The classroom fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were locked on him. He slowly stepped down from the podium to Neville, picking up the textbook for Walking with the Trolls on the table. Hold it in your hand and show the students the photo on the cover.

"I," he gestured to the photo, then to himself, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Lord Merlin, 3rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts." Winner of the honorary title of 'Light of Dawn', five times - oh - no! Six-time winner of Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I never talk about it, I don't use my smile to exorcise Bandane's female ghosts! ”

He made a mischievous joke, and the students laughed along.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books – good. Before the class, I thought we could do a little quiz. Don't worry – just want to know if you're reading it seriously or not. ”

Lockhart turned back to the podium and took out a dozen test papers, which were handed out one by one.

"It's just 30 minutes, and I hope everybody is doing well. Let's get started."