Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

That's when Harry heard a cold laugh behind him, turning around and still holding the thief in his hand.

Draco Malfoy landed beside him, pale in anger, but with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.

Because of his father's advice, since the beginning of the semester, he has been very restrained and understated, trying not to get into trouble with Ivan and Harry, but now ignoring it, Harry caught the thief in front of him, also pissed him off.

“Saved Weasley's life, didn't he?” He said to Harry, "The voice is as mean and vicious as ever," and I've never seen such a stinking goalie, but no wonder he was born in a dumpster. Do you like our lyrics, Potter? ”

Harry didn't answer, walked away to greet his teammates, and they landed, cheering and waving their fists.

Except for Ron, who dropped a broom by the goal post and slowly walked back to the dressing room.

“We want to write more lines of lyrics!” Malfoy shouted relentlessly, Katie and Alia were hugging Harry. "We wanted to sing his mother, but she was fat and ugly and she didn't rhyme...”

“Ignore him, he's just in acid.” Angelina glanced at Malfoy with disgust, "sour grapes! ”

“Useless waste doesn't rhyme either, you know, his dad...”

Fred and George, who had just fallen, heard what Malfoy was saying.

The brothers were shaking Harry's hand, and they were stuck, looking back at Malfoy.

“Ignore him!” Angelina hurriedly grabbed Fred's arm and said that she knew Fred too well to bear, “Ignore him, Fred, let him scream, he just lost the ball eye red, this unadulterated little...”

“You like Weasley's, don't you, Potter?” Malfoy continues to laugh, as if he were going to say bad things all semester, "and go on vacation there, isn't it? I don't know how you can stand that smell, but I think you were raised by Muggles, and the Weasley's den smells good! ”

Harry grabbed George, Angelina, Arya, and Katie to stall Fred.

Malfoy laughed outrageously and Harry turned to Mrs. Hooch, but she still denounced the Krabs for beating the ball.

On the observatory, everyone was cheering, no one was concerned about the contradictions that were about to erupt here, and Ivan and Hermione were missing.

“Maybe, maybe...” Malfoy leaned back and glanced at his eyes and said, "You remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasley pork rings remind you of your own home, just like them, like...”

Harry didn't realize he'd let George go, just knew that one second later they'd jumped together into Malfoy.

He completely forgot that it was still on the field, all the students in the school, all the teachers were watching, he just wanted Malfoy to hurt as much as possible, let him remember the lesson and let him pay for what he said.

There was no time to pull the wand, and Harry lifted the thief's fist and punched Malfoy in the stomach with all his strength.

“Harry! Harry, George! Stop!”

Harry heard girls screaming, Malfoy screaming, George cursing, whistling and people screaming around him, but he ignored them.

Not knowing who used the obstacle spell, they were separated, but Harry jumped right on top of them.

The Slytherins also jumped and the entire Quiddich site was lit.

“Oh, my God, they're fighting!” Hermione said in horror, incredibly looking at everything in front of her.

“Come on, let's go!” Ivan said immediately.

The two of them had just come down from the observation deck and saw a mess on the field in front of them.

Mrs. Hotchie tried to stop it, but it didn't work. Harry, Fred and George all seemed insane. Malfoy curled up pitifully and moaned on the ground, being ravaged and trampled by the three of them, covered in bloodstains and scars.

After a brief stunner, Slytherins joined the battle with no politeness.

Then Harry was rudely pushed down, George's lips swollen, Fred was still twisted by three chasers, and Crabb laughed behind him.

None of them had magic wands, and the rest of Gryffindor's team were girls, not dominant.

Fred and George grabbed the asterisk when the weapon hit back hard.

The advantages of taking an asterisk broom handle, which is large and coarse, are fully demonstrated, creating a special pain, but the two brooms are equally severely damaged.

Even so, they are not rivals of the strong Slytherins, and the situation is reversed. No one cares about Mrs. Hodge anymore, and if the professors on the stand arrive, Harry, Fred and George will be beaten as miserable as Malfoy, when Ivan runs to the edge of the field.

A red ray of light will chase Harry's clabble away.

Ivan then swings his wand heavily, turning half a turn in the air, pointing to Slytherin players on the field.

As he moves, they suddenly shrink a lot and look around in the grass.

Malfoy was the only one who didn't change, and Harry pushed him under his back.

“Attaboy, Ivan!” Fred kicked Gore's turn into a rabbit.

He fled in horror, but at a slow pace, acting ridiculously fatal.

“I want Malfoy to know the lesson and let him know what not to say. ”

“What are you hesitating to do? Hit him hard! ”

“Stop, stop, you disgusting fools!” The professor on the stands arrived. Unexpectedly, the first one arrived was Umbridge. She held that very short wand and ran over with panting. “How dare you do this, and who used magic and who deformed them? This is...”

Ivan's wand pointing directly at her is so annoying!

In her capacity, she dared to pass directly into such a chaotic battle situation, and she simply did not want to die.

With a bang, Umbridge's body turned into a toad and jumped forward twice.

Evan kicked her hard, kicked her off and kept her away from herself.

Toad was mentioned beneath George's feet, and he kicked her off as Ivan did, smiling with pride on his face.

Then Fred, follow the past and step on.

Umbridge dodged desperately, bouncing around constantly, panicking to death, far from the spirit he had just seen.

Even Hermione followed her and kicked her. It was so exasperating!

The only one who didn't care about her was Harry, who hated Umbridge, but Malfoy was the main target at the moment.

Too bad, you know, there aren't many chances to step on Umbridge...

Ivan hesitated, didn't you ask Harry to stop for a second and step on it?!