Snakes in Hogwarts

"Help~help me, I~I abstain."

On the floor of the lounge, Marsol Flint asked for help from the surrounding people with intermittent voices.

While speaking, his body continued to twitch, thumping feebly on the floor, like a gorilla with a mad disease.

Even though he didn't like this muscular idiot, Snape waved his wand and released a stopping spell.

"Spell stop!"

This is a general cracking spell that can be used to stop the additional effects of most spells.

"Where is Marcus? Go and take your cousin to the infirmary." Glancing at Marsol on the ground, Snape yelled at the little snake watching the battle.

A tall and strong man squeezed out the crowd. He was at least one meter nine meters tall. His sturdy and generous body looked very strong. In terms of his body, he even looked like a scaled-down Hagrid.

He has big fangs, which makes him look a little silly, but under the mess of black hair, there are gray eyes that sometimes flash treacherously.

Perhaps this strong senior student is not as stupid as it seems.

"I hope he can take a good look at his surroundings before issuing the victory declaration next time, or is his head full of muscles like a troll, making him think he can defeat magic with his fists?"

"I'll teach him, Professor Snape." Marcus nodded at Snape, and then with those small gray eyes, he glanced angrily at the people in the duel circle, especially Andros.

Perhaps because Andros first launched an attack on his cousin, Marcus glanced at Andros fiercely.

Why are you staring at me?

Perceiving Marcus's gaze, Andros glared back unceremoniously.

Andros, who grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, understands that he must not persuade him at this time. If his eyes are evasive, the big guy will bully himself even more.

If you remember correctly, this Marcus is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team?

In the end, Marcus didn't say anything. He called out two people from the crowd, and then turned into a stretcher, and carried his cousin out together.

"What a foolish fool!"

Watching Marsol's departure, Malfoy blew a loud whistle, his face turned ruddy with excitement, this was the first time he had used a spell to knock down someone else!

Looking at the few freshmen who had been frightened by Marsol before, Malfoy had an ironic smile on his face, and he even played a stick flower with some pride.

"You guys, if you are acquainted, you will voluntarily withdraw. There is no business for you anymore," Malfoy said unceremoniously.

"Why!?" An unknown newman looked unconvinced.

"Because we are better than you, do you understand? If you guys don't abstain, then we can only unite and blast off the obstruction first. What do you say, Andros?" Abandoning Andros, he said Bini took the lead in raising his wand.

"If you get off the court now, you can still leave decently, or do you want to be the same as the silly big guy just now? Was someone carried to the school hospital?" Andros also raised his wand.

If it is accidentally picked up by these people, it is the ship overturned in the gutter.

The unconvinced freshman swallowed as he was pointed brightly by a few magic wands.

"You fight, I abstain." He tucked away his wand and walked out of the duel circle without looking back.

He was a little unconvinced, but he still knew the severity, and the miserable look of Marsol Flint stayed in his mind.

"Look, these are smart people, how about you guys?"

"We ~ we also quit."

Now, the situation in the duel circle is very clear, Andros, Zabini, and Malfoy and his two inseparable little followers, these are the few people left on the court.

"I think, for the sake of fairness, Malfoy, your two followers should also withdraw." Andros pointed to Crabbe and Gore behind Malfoy.

"Why? And, they have nothing to do with me. They can't retreat, or who they want to help, it's their own business." Malfoy blinked slyly.

"The two of them quit, the three of us can still compete fairly, otherwise, I will have to join Zabini to send you out, Malfoy."

"Just call me Brian." Zabini shrugged when he heard Andros' words, then pointed his wand at Malfoy.Obviously, he had no doubts about sending Malfoy away.

"To be honest, I don't think these two people are of much use to you. You should know for yourself what their spellcasting abilities look like. Do you really think they can help? It's just a matter of a few spells for me to solve them. "

If I remember correctly, the two little men next to Malfoy did not perform well in the lower grades. If they really use some spell, then it will be Harry and the one who gets beaten on the train. Ron's.

"I really think about you, Malfoy. Or do you think that, as the heir to the Malfoy family, you actually need help from others in the duel?

In this way, even if you become the shadow prefect, there is no guarantee that no one will gossip about you."Andros's tone looks very sincere, like an old friend who has known him for many years, actively making suggestions for his good friend.

However, they only met an hour ago.

"Crabbe, Gore, you two go down first."

Perhaps it was because he knew that the two of them couldn't help, or because he thought he didn't need help from others, or he didn't want to hear any gossip, Malfoy finally followed Andros' advice.

He waved his hand and motioned his two followers to leave the duel.

As an affiliated family of the Malfoy family, Crabbe and Gore don't have much autonomy. For them, it is a good thing to be regarded as friends by Malfoy.

Because they have been instilled by their parents since childhood the idea of ​​having a good relationship with the young master of the Malfoy family, and Lucius, naturally, is happy that his children have two attendants in school.

Not all children of the pure-blooded nobles are treated as domineering as Draco, they are more often victims in the exchange of benefits.

With Crabbe and Gore leaving, only Andros, Zabini, and Malfoy were left on the field. They stood in a triangle and looked at each other.

"The relaxation curse just now was very sharp?" Zabini said with a smile without a smile.

"With each other, your dance step spells were put in time."

"In just one month, you learned so many spells?"

"What's the matter? Can't I be so talented?"

"Whether to fight or not, ask me to say, you can make me the prefect."

"Have your dreams, Malfoy."

"In this way, I count three, shall we start together?"

"come on."

"no problem!"

"three!"

"two!"

"Relax!"

"Tarantella!"

"Grin!"