Snakes in Hogwarts

I don’t think I need to describe the next plot too much.

Facing Harry and Ron who were bound into zongzi, what would Draco do to his two mortal enemies as long as Draco was not suddenly replaced by a traverser from some other world?

I'm afraid I can guess without thinking.

Or think about it from another angle. What will a group of Slytherins do when facing two Gryffindors who have been defeated and disabled?

The fact is obvious. Under Draco's leadership, the little snakes ridiculed the two guys who were tied to the ground and couldn't even talk.

As for Neville?

who cares!

This unlucky person who was ignored by the little snakes was standing still trembling, his face was bloodlessly pale, the fist in his hand was clenched and then slowly loosened and then clenched again.

Finally, before Draco further humiliated Potter and Ron, Neville couldn't help but growl.

"Let go of them!"

His voice was loud, maybe, at the same time, Neville took out his wand from his generous robe, and because of nervousness, he almost dropped the wand on the ground, which made the little snakes laugh sarcastically. sound.

"Isn't this Neville Longbottom? That little tear-pack that did nothing, the shame of the pure-blood family." Pansy couldn't help but sarcastically said.

This young girl has a very sharp mouth.

Malfoy watched this guy who dared to disturb his good deeds so well. He stood up and approached Neville step by step, who shivered and pointed his wand at Draco.

"It's hard to believe that the Sorting Hat will assign you to Gryffindor. Do you know what I think? I think Hufflepuff, full of trash and cowards, is your best trash can."

"Don't come here! I'm going to chant a curse!" Neville pointed his wand at Draco, his hand trembling uncontrollably.

"Spell? It's up to you?" Draco's face was full of jokes as if to hear some funny joke.

"Do you really think you can use even one spell?" He couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Come on, I'm standing here, you try to cast a spell on me with that little wooden stick?"

"Let them go! Otherwise I will go to the professor! You will all be expelled by then!"

Neville's voice was crying, and he looked at Andros with helpless eyes.

He finally learned a little smarter.

However, it is only a little bit.

"Do you think we will let you leave here?" Without Dracodo's words, his friends surrounded Neville very consciously.

These little snakes who have tasted the sweetness of bullying others will not easily let go of Neville.

"Have any of you brought a quill and ink?"

"I want to put an impressive mark on their faces so that everyone knows what it is like to fight against the Malfoy family."

"Draco, it's almost done." Andros reminded.

"Ender, you don't want to protect these Gryffindors, do you?"

Draco scanned Andros up and down with suspicious eyes.

"No, I just want to go back to rest soon, I'm already very sleepy." He didn't lie to Draco, Andros was in a bad state of mind at the moment.

He only fell from the broomstick in the afternoon and almost fell half dead, and was dragged here by Draco as the referee of the duel in the evening, and he didn't have a good rest at all.

"We have achieved our purpose tonight, haven't we? There is no need to make things too much." Andros persuaded Draco patiently.

"Well, we'll go back after I mark them on their faces, you say, how about throwing a few of them here?" Malfoy looked at Potter on the ground with a smirk.

"Scarhead, you must like this very much? If I add another scar on your forehead."

"Meow~~!"

While Andros was still thinking about how to persuade Draco to stop, a small meow that was easy to ignore entered his ears.

If it is not sharp enough, it will be regarded as an illusion caused by being too tired.

mew?

Why do you hear meows in the prize showroom late at night?

An unknown premonition flashed through Andros' mind.

"Wait a minute, Draco."

"What's wrong, I must put a mark on their faces today!"

"Shhh, be quiet, listen carefully, do you hear the meow?"

"Meow~"

The cat cry came again, this time more clearly, as if it was outside the prize showroom.

They turned their heads, outside the door of the showroom, a pair of bright yellow eyes were looking straight at the people in the room.

"Fluorescence flickers." Andros gently waved his wand, a bright, cold-colored light source lit up from the tip of his wand, illuminating the creatures outside the door.

It was a scrawny dark gray pet cat, with its eyes bulging out and looking like two large light bulbs.

"Damn it, it's Mrs. Loris." After seeing the creature outside the door, Zabini couldn't help cursing.

Hogwarts students know that this annoying gray cat is the pet of the castle keeper Filch.Like its annoying owner, Mrs. Loris often wandered in the corridor, monitoring the students' every move.

As long as the student makes a slight violation of school rules, even if only a toe appears, it will rush to find his master Filch.

Hogwarts students hated this, and no one likes to be under such strict supervision.

Perhaps the eyes were damaged by the sudden bright light, the gray cat let out a scream and then rushed out quickly, and soon disappeared.

"Draco, didn't you say you didn't tell Filch?" Zabini looked at Draco with suspicion, who was also bewildered at the moment.

"Nonsense, how stupid I was to tell Filch about this and bring you here, and if I really did that, it would be Filch and not Mrs. Lorice." Zabini's suspicion, Draco replied angrily.

At this time, the two of them are still thinking about quarreling and quarreling?

"Enough, don't worry about this, let's go quickly, it must go to Filch!"

When is this, why don't they know how to be afraid?

"You guys, if you don't want to be caught by Filch, go!" Andros waved his wand, and the ropes that bound Harry and Ron quickly retreated from them, and soon disappeared into the air.

"Ander, why do you untie them, wouldn't it be better to let them be caught?"

"What then? So that we can also confess it?"

Looking at Draco irritably, Andros took the lead and walked out. It was time to run away.

If they were caught by Filch or other professors during the night tour, Sister Farley would probably go crazy.

How many college points should be deducted for so many people traveling at night!