A fight was about to start. Hermione closed the book in her hand and ran to Ron.
"Be careful! Don't be provoked by him."
"What's wrong? Potter, are you hiding behind a woman?" Malfoy mocked again. As we said before, he is very talented in this area.
These words completely caused the two of them to explode. "Hermione, get out of the way! Watch me tear his mouth apart!" Ron reached out and pushed Hermione away.
Hermione tried her best to stop him. "If you strike first, it will give him a handle. His father is the school director. You will suffer a loss if you do this." Hermione dragged her feet and tried her best to resist the two of them. At the same time, she turned her head and said, "Ivy, take care of them."
, don’t be impulsive.”
Malfoy, who was in the midst of arrogance, suddenly lost his complacent expression when he heard Ivy's name. In fact, he saw Ivy when he first arrived in the courtyard. He originally wanted to avoid it, but when he heard Harry's
He couldn't control his legs because of the sound. Now that he came back to his senses, his heart was fluctuating and he started to feel a little frightened. The same was true for Goyle and Crabbe beside him.
The three of them looked at Ivy nervously. They didn't want to stay or leave. After all, the atmosphere had already reached this point. Others ran away without saying anything. How could Malfoy still hang out on the street in the future?
"Forget it, it will be class time later." Ivy first tried to persuade the angry Ron. To be honest, since the flying class last school year, he didn't want to pay attention to the matter between Harry and Malfoy. Because of you
The management would be endless, and petty quarrels would be as frequent for the two of them as eating and drinking.
Then he said to the three Malfoys, "You three should leave too. It's rare to have some free time, so don't come out and cause trouble."
Hearing this, Malfoy instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to leave unscathed was absolutely good news for the three of them. What's more, they came up to provoke him only on impulse.
"Humph, we-" I was about to say another harsh word before leaving.
"If you say one more nonsense, you just lie down and go back," came Ivey's plain voice.
Malfoy's face flushed red, and he suppressed the trash talk that was on his lips. His face turned green and red. There were so many Slytherin students watching, and it was too embarrassing to walk away in despair.
"Draco! What are you doing! It's really embarrassing to Slytherin!" Fortunately, someone came to his rescue.
A tall figure walked out of the crowd in the Snake Yard. He had an ugly face and buck teeth. He was Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of the Snake Yard. Harry had complained about him before, suspecting that he had troll blood.
Under the gaze of all the students, Marcus came to Ivy. At 1.9 meters tall, he was more than a head taller than Ivy. He looked down at Ivey and said with a grin.
"Avi Shafiq, others are afraid of you but I am not! You'd better be careful and don't meddle too much."
After saying that, he provocatively extended his right hand as a friendly gesture
Ivey looked at the palm in front of him, then raised his head and looked directly into his eyes. He smiled and stretched out his right hand to hold it. But he said in a cold voice, "Who do you think you are -"
Marcus' eyes were fierce, and his fingers suddenly exerted force. He wanted to crush the fingers of the pretty boy in front of him.
He stared at Ivey's face, ready to enjoy the pain on his face. But after exerting force twice in a row, he realized something was wrong. The pretty boy's face looked relaxed, and there was no expression on his face that was distorted by pain as he imagined. Moreover, the touch on his palms was also not good.
Something was wrong. I could clearly feel the joints of each phalangeal bone, but I couldn't feel the misalignment of the bones being squeezed by exerting force twice. Instead, I felt like I was pinching a few steel bars.
Marcus, don't be fooled by his stupid appearance. He is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very cunning. As soon as he realizes that the momentum is not right, he has no courage and will immediately withdraw his hands.
Be prepared to pull it apart first.
The response is very fast. But how can it be that easy? Ivey is not an easy talker. You come and leave as soon as you say? Do you think you are Voldemort?
"Since you have chosen to come forward, there is no reason to quit midway."
Ivey always maintained a smile, secretly exerted force on his palms, and locked his five fingers tightly like iron pliers, constantly compressing Marcus's hand bones.
Aware of his movements, Marcus didn't panic at first. Although the boy's strength was unexpected, which caused him some pain, it was not unbearable.
But he soon realized that his thinking was too simple. Limited by his age, Ivey has never relied on strength to fight. What is truly powerful is his invincible physique.
A simple calculation. Marcus's power poses no threat to Ivy, but Ivy can hurt him. Even if it is very weak, Marcus has suffered enough due to the ebb and flow of one another. Generous
The palm of my hand has been squeezed to some extent, my fingers are numb, and the pain of dislocated joints, accompanied by a slight numbness, goes straight to my brain.
Slowly turning his wrist, Marcus' fingers also moved, making a "click" sound.
Now Marcus was anxious. He thought Ivey was going to twist his wrist. With his free hand, he punched Ivey's head directly. Ivey let go of his hand and leaned down to avoid the punch.
Unable to hold back his strength, he gathered his arms and lunged forward, tensed his muscles and punched sideways, hitting him right under the ribs.
"Ugh--" Marcus was hit by the punch and his feet flew into the air. He moved half a step back and knelt down on the lawn. His body curled up into a ball, and his lunch mixed with stomach juice and bile vomited all over the floor.
"Ah——!" The shocking visual effect caused the crowd of onlookers to exclaim. But no one came up to stop it. The people of Slytherin House themselves were not welcome, even if they themselves were not a piece of metal. The onlookers started to cheer and cheer.
Okay, when it comes to really getting ahead, there aren't many people you can count on. Even Malfoy, who he just helped, is just watching with cold eyes.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Marcus opened his mouth wide and kept breathing heavily. He felt as if his abdomen had been punched through, his stomach was churning, and his internal organs were wrinkled together.
Best on his shoulder rubbed his face and looked curiously at Marcus lying on the ground vomiting.
"Ivy, let's go to the classroom and don't make a big deal out of it." Hermione ran to Ivy, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away.
"Ivey, Marcus is not a great character. He is not injured yet, so let's forget about it. Don't break school rules because of him." Cedric also ran out of the crowd.
Seeing how nervous they were, Ivey shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I didn't think anything of it."
This is the truth. Maybe Marcus looked miserable, which made everyone mistakenly think that he was going to be cruel.
Several people turned around and prepared to leave
Marcus, who was kneeling behind him, raised his head with difficulty. His pale face was covered with snot, tears and saliva. His protruding and bloodshot eyeballs were staring at Ivy's back.
He stood up tremblingly, raised his hand and wiped the liquid from his face. His face showed a fierce look, and his resentful eyes were real. He suddenly took out his wand and pointed it at Ivy's back, shouting crazily.
"Broken to pieces——"
"Crack!"
Before the spell could be cast, a clear cracking sound sounded from his hand. Marcus looked at the wand broken into two parts in shock.
With Ivey's senses, he had long sensed Marcus's malicious eyes. His mental power had also spread all over him in advance. The moment he took out his wand, Ivey used his mental power to twist his wand.
In Marcus's 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 away. He lay on his back on the grass, motionless.
"Ivy!" Hermione yelled nervously.
"Don't worry, I know for sure, he just fainted." It's very troublesome to kill the student directly, even if he has a special status.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
At this time, Lockhart, wearing an emerald robe, walked out of the corridor. He was dragging a covered birdcage with one hand. He saw Marcus unconscious on the ground and asked curiously.
"It's okay, Professor. We were just discussing magic together. Mr. Marcus was hit by my coma spell and may need to take a nap," Ivy explained.
"It's Mr. Shafiq~ Long time no see. The last time we met was impressive. You have set an example for all of us." Lockhart walked over with a smile.
"You're very flattering. I'm just a newborn calf and I'm not afraid of tigers. The one who can really stand up to encourage and lead everyone is Professor Lockhart, the 'Light of the Dawn'." Ivy flattered me a little.
"Hahaha - these are all false claims - if it can really bring world peace, I will not hesitate." Lockhart straightened his body and his eyes were firm. Under the sunshine of the afternoon, his whole body was coated with a layer of light.
Jin Hui.
The girls present looked at her with admiration.
"Haha——" Ivey just smiled awkwardly
Lockhart was satisfied with the intoxicated looks around him. He nodded, "Okay, everyone. It's already class time. Several senior students from Slytherin came to take Mr. Marcus to the infirmary. The second-year students hurriedly followed.
I'm going back to the classroom."
Arriving in the classroom, Lockhart put his hands on both sides of the podium and watched the students take their seats. The birdcage he brought was placed on the table.
After the whole class is seated,
"H-cough~, everyone!" He cleared his throat
The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him. He walked slowly down the podium, came to Neville, and picked up the textbook "Walking with Trolls" on the table. He held it in his hand and showed the students the cover page.
photos.
"I" he pointed to the photo, and then to himself, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Defense League against Dark Arts. Winner of the honorary title 'Light of Dawn', five times -"
Oh - no! Won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award six times - but I never talk about it, I don't rely on my smile to drive away all the female ghosts!"
He made a naughty joke, and the students laughed along with him.
"I see you've all bought my complete set - that's great. Before class I thought we could do a little quiz. Don't worry - I just wanted to see if you were taking your reading seriously."
Lockhart turned back to the podium and took out a dozen test papers and handed them out one by one.
"It only takes thirty minutes. I hope everyone gets good results. Let's get started."