Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... To me, the Gryffindor team has no hope. The Quidditch Cup this school year is our Slytherin, right? Professor Umbridge’s opinion is equivalent to magic The Ministry’s opinion, but to talk about the Ministry of Magic—how can they compare to my dad?"

"I heard from my father a few years ago that the ministry has been thinking about firing Arthur Weasley! As for our savior...Haha, he should..."

"Malfoy, Jean Jean."

Malfoy's long talk was interrupted by a cold voice, and the corridor was instantly quiet because of this sentence.

He turned around and took a look, his eyes twitched subconsciously-standing behind him was Harry, and of course the little wizards of Gryffindor College, such as Hermione and Ron.

There was no trace of anger on the faces of the three young lions, but their cold expressions made Malfoy take a step back.

Since he was taught by Maca that year, he has died down for a long time.Later, his father Lucius solemnly told him not to be enemies with Maca's friends.

But perhaps it was time that wasted his inner jealousy. At the beginning of this semester, he seemed to start to flaunt his teeth and claws again.

Although he still had lingering fears about Maca-after all, the power that Maca showed was beyond his common sense, but in front of ordinary classmates, he once again showed signs of pleasure in slandering Harry and others.

Of course, in normal times, he does this as much as possible in places where the parties cannot see.But recently he has an extra friend, and in front of Sokas, the number of talks he talks about is obviously increasing.

But at this moment, he was trying to uplift himself by slandering Harry and others as usual, but he finally met the Lord inadvertently.

To be honest, let alone Maca, even facing Harry who can slash the dragon with a sword, he has no confidence.So when he suddenly saw Harry, he couldn't help but get a chill behind his back.

Although Harry slayed the dragon, he always counted the credit for the Gryffindor sword.In his view of Malfoy, Harry was simply lucky.

Seeing Malfoy take a step back, Harry was no longer interested in looking at him. He raised his leg and brushed his shoulders, and walked to the door of the potions classroom blankly.

"Huh, it's just luck..." Malfoy murmured softly, "If there is no Gryffindor sword, if there is no Maca McLean, what would you be a scarface boy?"

"...That's better than you!" A small voice suddenly appeared, but it became quite obvious in this quiet corridor.

Ron wanted to say that, but he had figured it out beforehand, and now is not the time to mess around.So this sentence is not what he said, but someone else.

But what is surprising is that it was Neville who was always cowardly when he said this sentence.

"What?" Malfoy might be hesitant to Harry, but when he saw that a weak student like Neville dared to despise himself, he suddenly felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to explode, "Dare you say it again? "

The dispute that had been exposed by Harry at first sight seemed to be ignited again.

The two silly big men who had been standing behind Malfoy since just now, Gore and Crabbe, took a step forward at the same time, blocking Neville's path.

"Am I right?" Neville's neck shrank sharply, but his courage from where he came from was encouraging him. He gritted his teeth and said tremblingly, "Harry must be better than you!"

"Neville," Harry, who had just walked to the door, turned his head, and hurried to Neville's side with two quick steps. "You don't need to argue with people like him, it's meaningless, his brain is already broken!"

"Funny! I think his brain is the bad one? It's just a foolish fool—" Malfoy shouted angrily."If you want me to say, you'd better send him to Saint Mungo quickly! There is a special ward there, which is dedicated to accommodating guys whose brains are broken!"

"The last time my dad and I went to St. Mungo to visit the deputy dean, I went there for a visit! The wizards who have lost their minds are all exactly the same as him?"

"...All day long, I only eat, sleep, and be in a daze. It's worse than the Flobber caterpillar! At least the Flobber caterpillar can spit! Hahaha—ah! Stop him!"

Malfoy seemed to be about to explode the suffocation of the past, catching Neville was a cynicism, but as he spoke, he suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, Neville rushed past Harry, turning a blind eye to Crabbe and Gore, the tall man in front of him. He raised his fist and punched Malfoy behind them.

When he first entered school, Neville, who was in his early ten years, was short, chubby and chubby, and naturally would not be Malfoy's opponents.At that time, he undoubtedly matched his cowardly and introverted character.

But in the past two years, Neville, who has entered the developmental stage, seems to have been hit by a swelling curse. He has grown bigger and bigger, and he has already stood out among his friends.

It's just in everyone's impression that Neville's cowardly temper is still so ingrained that he often overlooks his actual physique.

He suddenly went crazy right now, rushing towards Malfoy like crazy, and there was a chaos immediately.

Although Crabbe and Gore were obviously more rounded and rounder than Neville, under Neville's unannounced anger and rage, they could not completely block his impact.

Only a "bang" was heard, followed by a grunt from Malfoy.In the mess, Neville's fist hit Malfoy's nose accurately.

"Navi! Don't—"

Hermione was obviously too late to say these words, and Malfoy tilted his head back in her exclamation.Sokas, who had been standing behind and watching quietly, stretched out his hand to help Malfoy.

Harry saw it badly, although it must be late, but he still grabbed Neville's robe with a stride.

Neville was obviously not satisfied. Under the obstacles of Crabbe and Gore, he still slammed his fists indiscriminately, as if he wanted to rush forward and make up a few more strokes.

"Help!" Harry hurriedly turned his head and called to Ron.

The two chose one side each, trying hard to hug Neville's arm and drag him away from the Slytherin gang.Before Crabbe and Gore rolled up their sleeves and planned to have a big fight, they dragged him back into the Gryffindor crowd.

"...It's not a joke! You are not worthy of being a Hogwarts! How dare you insult the patients of St. Mungo! They are the bravest people in the world! Don't hold me, I want Teach him! Teach him!"

Probably because he never speaks loudly, the roaring Neville has flushed his neck and his voice has become quite strange.

It is not unreasonable for him to be so angry.Because among the wizards living in the long-stay ward on the fifth floor of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, there are his parents, the Longbottoms.

In the aftermath of the last time Voldemort's downfall, the Aurors were caught by Death Eaters who were frantically searching for the whereabouts of their masters, and tortured them with a heart-breaking curse to become a nervous breakdown.

Just as Neville struggled and shouted, the door of the potions classroom was gently opened, and Snape walked out of it with a frosty face.

His cold, dead black eyes swept across the two groups of people in the corridor. When he saw Malfoy who was leaning against Sokas with his face in his hands, he paused for a while, and finally froze. Neville stopped.

No, no, it doesn't seem to be Neville, but Harry holding Neville's arm.

"Fight? Huh... Potter? Weasley? Longbottom?" Snape said grimly with his lips curled, "Gryffindor, deduct ten points... Let go of Longbottom, Potter... otherwise If they do, they will be confined."

"Navi!"

Harry called him again in a low voice, then let go of his hand.

Neville's hot head finally calmed a little when he saw Snape, who was most afraid of him. He dropped his head on his knees and gasped, staring straight at the ground with his angry eyes.

"...Everyone, come into the classroom." Snape glanced at Malfoy again, then after leaving a word, he turned around and headed into the classroom first.

For Malfoy, the "godson", he was really disappointed, the kind who couldn't support the wall at all.If there is no comparison, it might be better, but once there is a student of Maca as a reference, it is simply terrible.

"I have to stop you," Harry panted, picking up his schoolbag, and whispering softly, "But seriously, you just hit him, so you must be careful next—though I I don't know why Snape didn't punish you, but Malfoy and the others would not just leave it alone."

"It should be said-you can beat it really!" Ron chuckled.

Neville did not answer, he lifted his schoolbag and walked into the classroom in silence.

"Don't say such cold words." Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"Um...but why?" Ron was a little inexplicable, "what is going on? Why did he suddenly..."

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head, "Listen to what he just said... Maybe there is someone he knows in the ward at St. Mungo?"

They whispered a few words, and hurried in with the crowd, and sat side by side on the seats at the back of the classroom as usual.

They have been sitting in the back row since the second potions class of the enrollment year, and they have not changed over the years.

When the three of them took out the quill pens, textbooks, and other items needed for class from their schoolbags, they heard that most of their surrounding students were whispering about Neville's behavior.

But when Snape waved his wand and the door of the classroom slammed shut, all the sounds stopped abruptly.) Download the free reader!!