Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 56

"I don't know how long our savior can stay on his broom this time? Anyone willing to bet? How are you, Weasley?"

In the face of Ron's non-response, Malfoy went even further. He is such a arrogant child who likes to test in front of you, watching you look angry but helpless.

At this point in the game, Snape had just awarded the Hufflepuffs a free throw, because George slammed a Bludger at him, which he regarded as a provocation.

Clark folded his arms around his chest, as if he was focusing his attention on the arena.

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team selects players?"

Minutes later, when Snape awarded the Hufflepuffs another free throw for no reason, Malfoy exclaimed deliberately: "They pick people they feel sorry for. Like Potter, no father or mother. , and the Weasleys, who have no money...you should be on the team too, Neville Longbottom, because you have no brains."

Neville's face flushed, and he swung from his chair with a **** to face Malfoy.

"Do you still think your dark circles weren't symmetrical last time? Malfoy." He clenched his fists and shook them.

Last time Neville seized the opportunity to punch Malfoy in the right eye after being hit with a leg-locking spell, which prevented him from going out to meet people for three or four days.

Malfoy stroked his recovered eye sockets and smiled feigning disdain. His two valet Crabbe and Goyle also laughed in unison.

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the field, and said in his mouth, "Show him a little bit, Neville."

Malfoy took a peek at Clark and saw that he was sitting firmly in the stands with his back to him, as if he was fascinated by the game and didn't pay attention, so he relaxed.

But he didn't see that a dark blue rope, like a snake, fell to the ground along Clark's trouser legs.

"Longbottom, if your brains are gold, you're poorer than Weasley, and that's telling."

"I warn you, Malfoy...you dare say one more word..."

"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Look at Harry!"

"What's the matter? Where?"

Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, the audience exclaimed and applauded, and some of the little witches stood up nervously, as if they wanted to see more clearly. I saw Harry hit the ground like a bullet.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Potter clearly saw money on the ground!" Malfoy said.

Neville moved quickly, stepping on the back of the chair and turning over.

Just as Malfoy was about to call his two attendants, a sudden force came from his feet, as if there was a python, wrapped around his ankle and pulled him hard.

"boom!"

Neville watched Malfoy fall in front of him. Although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately strode onto him, then waved his fist and greeted Malfoy's face.

"Ah! You dare to beat me, my father is the school manager."

"Bang!" Malfoy was punched in the left eye.

"Ah! Crabbe, Goyle, pull him away."

"Bang!" Malfoy was punched in the right eye

"Ah! Stop fighting, stop fighting."

Crabbe and Goyle really wanted to pull Neville away, but Ron turned over from the seat back to help without hesitation. Seamus on the side hesitated for a while, and stepped forward to stop Goyle. them.

Malfoy still wanted to struggle, but Clark's magic rope tied his legs tightly, making him unable to resist at all.

"Ah!" This was not Malfoy's voice, his swollen cheeks could no longer open his mouth.

Hermione screamed and jumped into her seat, just to block the commotion in the last row of the stand.

Some of the students around were as restless as she was, because they all saw that Harry rushed straight towards Snape, the Quidditch judge.

No one would care that Malfoy and Neville rolled into a ball under the seat, or that Ron, Seamus, Crabbe, and Goyle were wrestling together, punching and kicking, all screaming in pain. .

In the air, Snape had just turned around on his broom when he saw a golden thing whizz past his ear, and then a figure riding a broom, which startled him, because the figure Just inches from him as it flew by, Snape nearly drew his wand.

Immediately afterwards, Harry stopped diving. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the Snitch was gripped tightly in his hand.

Snape's face was pale, his lips were pursed tightly, Harry's triumphant appearance reminded him of bad memories, and he hated this stinky boy even more.

And the stands were boiling, the game was over, it only lasted less than five minutes, this will be a new record, no one can remember in which game the Snitch was caught so quickly.

As soon as Harry fell to the ground, he was greeted like a hero, the little wizards of Gryffindor poured into the arena and surrounded him, and Dumbledore even walked behind him and put his hand on his. shoulders.

"Well done," Dumbledore's voice was soft, only glad to see that you didn't think about that mirror all day...life is full...great..."

Snape spat angrily on the ground.

"Victory!"

The Gryffindor students put Harry on their shoulders, Clark and Hermione applauded him from a distance, and Ron cheered with a nosebleed.

On the stand not far away, Neville stood alone ~www.mtlnovel.com~ with the three Malfoys, who were already bruised and unconscious, bound tightly at their feet.

His face was still wounded, the skin on his fist was broken, and blood dripped on the ground, but he didn't realize it, he was just shaking with excitement, panting heavily, as if he wanted to make all the grievances in the past reconciled. Unhappy all spit out.

He also won!

The weak Neville walked down the stand alone, and the cheers on the field could still be heard clearly, but he had no energy to celebrate for Harry.

When he stepped down the last step and stepped on the soft grass, it was like stepping on a pile of cotton.

Fortunately, at this moment, a solid and powerful arm supported him from behind, giving him strength.

Neville raised his head, saw Clark's smiling face vaguely, and fainted completely.

"Is he okay?" Hermione asked with concern. She saw Neville's resistance and bravery with her own eyes today, which made her admire this honest and honest young man.

"It's okay," Clark took out a bottle of seal potion from his pocket and poured it into Neville's mouth.

This kind of potion extracted from the oil of seals was very effective, and Neville's complexion immediately turned from pale to ruddy.

"It's just a matter of losing strength. The sign made him tonic. I gave him some energy recovery potion. After a short rest, he will be alive again."

Saying that, he put Neville's arm on his shoulder and lifted him on his back.

"Let's go, let's take him back to the dormitory first, maybe there will be a celebration feast for the hero tonight." Clark said with a pun.

Looking up, Hogwarts in the distance was as red as fire under the radiance of the setting sun.

Chapter end