The person Bree was waiting for arrived. Draco, wearing a Quidditch uniform and holding a gorgeous broom in his hand, walked to Bree's house with the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team with a proud look on his face.
Next to him, Draco conveniently pushed Harry away who was standing hesitantly beside Bree.
"Don't get close to Bree, your little tail will be unhappy."
"Malfoy, don't touch Harry!" Before Harry could say anything, an angry Ron ran to Harry's side and glared at Draco.
Azar also walked up and said dissatisfied with Draco: "Malfoy, I, Harry, just wanted to save Oded..."
Although Azar's face was sincere, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he thought to himself: Why didn't the Quaffle hit Oude's pretty face just now? Damn it!
Thinking like this, Azar glanced sadly at Wood who was still riding on the broom and thought: What are you doing, Gryffindor, to save Oded!
Wood glanced at Bree, where he could not catch Hazard's eyes, but Draco noticed it. He sneered and was about to speak, but Marcus, the captain of the Slytherin team beside him,
Flint held out his hand to stop him.
Marcus is a buck-toothed man, and his ferocious face is a bit cunning at this time.
"Malfoy, we should go to the Quidditch pitch first. Today is a training match."
There were no ladies on the Slytherin team. At this time, they were all holding a Nimbus 2001 and looked at the Gryffindor players who were coming.
The new and gorgeous Nimbus 2001 almost blinded the Gryffindor team, especially Hermione who helped Harry get the broom!
Hermione walked out of the door and saw the Slytherin players and the Gryffindor players confronting each other. Of course, it would be more harmonious to ignore Azar, the little snake who stayed by Harry's side.
"what happened?"
Ron was about to speak when he heard Draco sneer and look at the Gryffindor captain. Wood, who had just put down his broom, said: "Someone wants to plot against our Bree?"
"And this stupid bastard also wants to be a leader, he's just hypocritical."
Draco glanced at Gryffindor's Quidditch uniform and said disdainfully: "I think you should make way for Slytherin. The Quidditch pitch is ours today."
Hermione handed Harry's broom to him. She frowned and glanced at Draco's face. Of course, she would not listen to Draco's words stupidly.
Harry's face was filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and looked at Draco and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I just want to help Oded!"
Ron was furious. He felt that something bad would happen when he saw Malfoy, especially when Oded was also present. Malfoy seemed to be as unscrupulous as if he had a backer!
Is Slytherin's pitch today?
Hermione frowned. Wood woke everyone up early this morning and urged everyone to go to the Quidditch field for training. At that time, Wood said excitedly that he had come up with another tactic.
But now...
"The pitch belongs to Gryffindor today, Malfoy!"
Ron took a step forward and stared at Draco fiercely. Seeing this, everyone in Slytherin also took a step forward, and Gryffindor also hurriedly gave him a cold look.
Wood walked up with a frown. He looked at Marcus, who was really in charge, and said seriously: "We were the first to come today. There are still people from Gryffindor in the stadium. I don't think you can drive them away later."
Marcus smiled evilly and stared closely at his rival at Hogwarts - Oliver Wood.
"I don't think the people who came first can say that such a big stadium belongs to them. Besides... there is obviously something wrong with your equipment. Look, it almost hurt Mr. Ode."
Speaking of Oude, Marcus suddenly changed his expression, and hurriedly added the word "Mr." at the end, and looked at Bree carefully. After all, using Bree as a target was not in front of the real owner.
What smart people do.
The atmosphere in Slytherin suddenly became a little solid. Some little snakes looked at Draco. They could only hope that Draco could appease Bree and not blame them.
But Gryffindor is different. Although Ron is not on the house team, he doesn't care about that much.
"Nonsense. It was obviously Oliver who saved Odd. You descendants of Death Eaters are really bad guys!"
Hearing Ron's curse, the faces of the Slytherin players all turned ugly, and Draco even said: "You pure-blood traitor, what qualifications do you have to decide whether we are good or evil!"
Glancing at Ron's messy red hair and the old robe, Draco cursed again: "What do you get for betraying pure blood? Look, you are too poor to buy books or wear new clothes.
The house is like a pigsty with a bunch of children, haha, you are going to be unable to eat, you red-haired pig-nosed family!"
"Hahaha!"
Draco's words made Slytherin laugh in relief.
"Stop it, Draco."
Bree leaned against the railing and couldn't help complaining about how Draco and his group would make a big show every time they met Harry, and she didn't know where Draco got the energy from.
But it's always bad to curse a family, whether it's Draco or Wes, it's not polite.
"ah?"
"You want to hit me, you nasty red-headed poor man!"
Draco dodged Ron's fist and said angrily: "You are just as worthy of ridicule as your father. If it weren't for you, the Ministry of Magic would have kicked out your useless father!"
"Malfoy, come here using your skills!"
Harry and Hermione hurriedly grabbed Ron, Wood and the other Gryffindors tightened their broomsticks, and Azar silently stepped back.
"Then we share the same court..."
In the end, Wood glanced at Bree, who was almost hit by their Quaffle, sighed and compromised: "That'll be fine!"
Marcus chuckled and took out a piece of paper——
"Oh, but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape - I, Professor Severus Snape, allow the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to break in their new broomsticks."
"Do you have a note, Wood?"
Wood clenched his fists and lowered his head without speaking.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Gryffindors looked at the brand new Nimbus 2001 in Slytherin's hand, and then looked at the old broom in their own hands, and they were all disappointed
Shrugging, even the Wesley twins looked at each other and sighed, communicating in their eyes about how to deal with the Slytherin players in the future.
Especially that Malfoy!
After all, they don't have a note. Who knows that Slytherin's people will do this!
Marcus smiled and said: "Thanks for the sponsorship Malfoy, I think we have to go to training."
The matter was a foregone conclusion, Draco raised his eyebrows and accepted everyone's gaze.
"You bad wizards!" Ron looked at Draco and said angrily: "It's just because you have bad money. You were able to stay in the team like that last year because you were bought with these brooms.
Let them!"
Draco's face turned livid, and the Slytherin players didn't say anything.
Draco, who was extremely angry, walked forward, stared at Ron carefully, and said with a smile: "Very well, Ron Weiss, come here, now I tell you, money is also a kind of strength, I'm afraid this
It’s something you’ll never understand.”
"We purebloods are different from you. After you Wes came home to enjoy all the glory of purebloods, you broke away from the pureblood team that raised you during the crisis. You pretended to be close to Muggles, but you never combined with Muggles."
Looking at Harry holding Ron, Draco snorted coldly.
"Humph, are you taking sides again, this time choosing the savior?"
With that said, Draco looked at Azar again.
"I'm afraid this one will become a pure-blood traitor just like you... Of course, there are also smart people in your family. When you understand that getting close to Muggles is unreliable, you learned to take sides..."
Draco didn't make it clear. It was completely useless to talk to Ron, a troll.
Looking at Ron's stupid eyes, Draco felt like he was wasting his time.
But Draco didn't let them go so easily. He looked at Harry who said nothing.
"Savior, a Muggle wizard and a child of the pure-blood Potter family, a great identity, but a Muggle wizard, tsk tsk tsk..."
Ron roared angrily: "You dark wizard, what are you going to say next, are you going to say Hermione is a mudblood!"
Draco glanced at Bree and retorted: "I didn't say Granger was a Mudblood!"
Ron didn't believe it. He seemed to be mad. He didn't care that Hermione was here. He shouted, "You must think so too. Don't your pure-blood families always talk about blood?"
Hermione was suddenly stunned. She couldn't help but let go of Ron's hand. She knew the meaning of the word mudblood, but it was most difficult for her to accept such a concept coming from the mouth of a good friend whom she recognized.
Hermione thought to herself: Does Ron think she is a Mudblood? Otherwise, why did he use the word "also"?
Ron, who felt Hermione let go, pulled out his wand from his robes and shouted: "You have to pay for what you said, Malfoy!"
He pointed angrily in Draco's face, and Bree immediately took action.
A huge explosion resounded throughout the platform, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand, hitting Ron in the abdomen, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
There was a magic barrier in front of Draco that protected him firmly, but unfortunately it was not used.
"Ron, are you okay?"
Harry looked at Ron in panic, and saw that he opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Instead, he let out a big belch, and a slug fell from his mouth onto his lap.
And this curse seemed to send a signal. The aggrieved Gryffindors could no longer bear it. They didn't know who made the move first. By the time Draco reacted, a small curse had already been cast.
It hit the Iron Armor Curse around him, and the Iron Armor Curse immediately reflected the curse.
"Come here, Draco, Hermione!"
Bree cast an Iron Armor Charm on the panicked Hermione and used the Flying Charm to catch them.
"Don't worry about Hermione, I've seen your excellence, and it won't be erased by a theory of blood."
Touching Hermione's rough little head, Bree was a little angry. This Ron is really an idiot. He has no courage and only knows how to do things according to his own ideas without caring about the outside world!
Weiss Lai obviously made his fortune from his bloodline——
"What are you all doing!"
A burst of magic came and Ron was instantly hung upside down in mid-air.