Chapter 104: Fight on the Field

"Hey, what do you think? Potter!" Malfoy came up with his black Nimbus 001.

"When the game comes, you'll just follow me and eat dust." Malfoy said arrogantly, "Or can you not even follow me?"

Hearing this, all the Slytherin students laughed, and their attitude was really as unbridled as they could be.

"And you, Wood." Malfoy changed the subject, "After being suppressed by Slytherin for so many years, and waking up by chance, Gryffindor is stupid enough to regard you as a savior, right? Tactical guidance? It's ridiculous."

"You have to pay the price for your words." Harry grabbed the broom in one hand and was about to go forward to beat Malfoy, but was stopped by Wood.

Wood's face was livid, and he said to Fettling, "I'm going to check the authenticity of your approval slips."

"Sure, whatever you want, anyway, the Quidditch field today is ours." After Fettling finished speaking, he was about to take his team members into the air, but was pressed down by Wood.

"What's up, Wood?" Fettlin looked at Wood fiercely and said, "What else do you have to say? You know, Slytherin College's practice time is not something that a person like you can afford to delay."

"When I find Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, don't even think about using this place." Wood said, and the Willes brothers tacitly blocked in front.

"Of course, but you will be responsible for the consequences." Fettlin looked at Wood with a teasing look on his face, "Hindering the training of the competition team, this is considered a malicious competition. I think Madam Jasmine will count this."

"Let's go, Potter..." Wood said coldly, and wanted to find Professor McGonagall.

But the next words instantly ignited Gryffindor's anger.

"What do you think, Potter? Are you going to run away and surrender without a fight?" Malfoy said presumptuously, "I think you shouldn't come to Gryffindor, or maybe the courage that Gryffindor has always emphasized is long gone? Maybe you should tear off the lion on your clothes and embarrass Gryffindor with the remaining one. How about changing it to a dog?"

Then, it was like a burst of hilarious smoke in the Slytherin team. All the Gryffindors' faces turned livid.

"Take back your words, Malfoy, or I will make you regret coming here today." Hermione pointed her finger at Malfoy, and it seemed that the little girl's anger had been accumulated.

"Take your hand away, you dirty mudblood." Malfoy used his broom handle to push Hermione's hand away heavily, which made Hermione scream in pain.

Vanlin was just about to teach Malfoy a lesson with his wand, but Ron got there first, like an angry beast, "Eat slugs, Malfoy!"

Ron had never cast a spell so quickly before, using his worn-out wand, a startling green light accumulated from Ron's wand, and Malfoy looked at the situation in front of him with horror.

However, the effect that Malfoy expected after being cursed did not happen.

Amid Ron's screams, Ron's spell did not wait to hit Malfoy, but turned in the air and hit Ron hard.

"Ron." Harry called out and quickly ran to Ron's side, Vanlin quickly helped Hermione who was knocked aside by Malfoy, and then the two ran over.

But before Vanlin ran over, Ron stood up with the help of Harry, but Ron's face was indeed quite ugly.

Suddenly, Ron retched, and a slug more than an inch in size came out of Ron's mouth.

Ron's spell was undoubtedly successful, but unfortunately, it didn't work on Malfoy.

"Finite Incatatem!"

Fanlin didn't hesitate and cast a spell to remove the spell on Ron, but the effect was not as effective as expected. The second slug Ron vomited was only about an inch smaller, and the vomiting could not be stopped at all.

"Go home, Veles." Seeing this, Malfoy was once again complacent, "Kneel down and beg your poor family and stingy parents to replace you with a second-hand wand. Of course, I think your father will have to work part-time as a sweeper in the Ministry of Magic for this. Although it is not as useful as cleaning magic, I think Minister Fudge will pity your family."

Fanlin stood up in an instant, "Malfoy, you know, it's a pity not to clean up the excrement in your mouth."

"What did you say?" Malfoy asked in confusion, which made him look stupid.

"I mean, why don't you go eat shit!" As soon as Fanlin finished speaking, he pulled out the wand he had prepared long ago. He planned to teach Malfoy some profound lessons.

"IceDppugno (ice bomb volley)!"

A blue curse seal lit up at the front of Fanlin's wand, with a radius of about 5 inches. The dense ice balls that followed rushed towards Malfoy at a very high speed.

In an instant, the place where Malfoy was hit by the ice ball became blue and purple, as if he had just been punched by someone, and a stream of blood flowed down his nose.

Of course, this is Hogwarts, Fanlin is still very measured, and did not hit Malfoy to death, but this would also make Malfoy lie down for many days.

Instantly, the Slytherins present drew out their wands almost at the same time and pointed them at Fanlin, the culprit in their eyes.

Of course, all the Gryffindors present also drew out their wands and stood beside Fanlin in unison, pointing their wands at the Slytherins opposite them.

Fanlin even saw Neville's excited face, as if he had just drunk wine, and he stood one position away from Fanlin and stood next to Hermione, while Harry also abandoned Ron and followed everyone to stand on Fanlin's right.

And the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who were watching the excitement on the side seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment, and they didn't dare to breathe, and covered their mouths tightly with their hands.

Dozens of wizards confronted each other, and the air at this time seemed to be solidified, and various magic powers of varying strengths mixed together, as if blocking the autumn wind.

Suddenly Fettling yelled, as if to vent his anger, but he soon realized what a wrong decision this was. Being the first to speak out in the confrontation between dozens of wizards was undoubtedly a declaration of war, and he became the main target of many Gryffindors. As for the first target, of course, was Malfoy. (To be continued)