Chapter 280 Malfoy Skunk

Although the two organizations, the Freemasons and the Los Santos Student Mutual Aid Association, were originally founded with the idea of ​​helping each other, there is no hierarchy at all between the members and everyone is equal.

But apparently no one thinks so.

No matter who it is, everyone looks to Mike as their leader.

So the day after Mike gave the order, all the members of the Freemasons and Mutual Aid Associations became busy, each one like a spy deep behind enemy lines, frantically exploring all the news around them.

As the one who gave the order, Mike was sitting on the sofa chair he usually sat in front of the fireplace in the Ravenclaw lounge with dull eyes, warming himself by the fire.

The weather is getting colder, perhaps because of the ancient instincts engraved in genes. The colder the weather, the more sleepy and lazy Mike becomes.

I don't want to do anything but slump in the sofa chair and warm myself by the fire.

"Master, your coffee and newspaper."

Beta's flattering, high-pitched voice made Mike's dilated pupils slightly solidify.

He reached out to take the tea cup, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

The taste is just right.

Mike doesn't like tea or coffee. He likes drinking and smoking.

But for a little wizard like him who is not yet underage, getting involved in these two bad habits prematurely will damage his mental strength.

Therefore, we can only make do with it.

Putting down the teacup, Mike picked up the newspaper again.

The turmoil of the Quidditch World Cup has passed, and the headlines in newspapers have shifted to the Triwizard Tournament.

Mike has never been interested in these things. After all, Fudge has promised him that he will become the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

As for how to operate it, he didn't care. If Fudge couldn't do it, he would have to compensate him with something of equal value afterwards.

Such is the power of magical contracts.

Throwing away the newspaper, Mike returned to his original appearance again.

It's so comfortable!

Mike sighed.

This is the advantage of being the boss. If you give an order, countless people will run for you.

And I just need to be a salty fish here.

Every day I go to the Herbology class to play with flowers and plants, go to the Runes class to discuss the practical application techniques of ancient runes with the professor, go to the Transfiguration class and Charms class to show off, and go to the Muggle Studies class to take a nap.

After class, I would play wizard chess with my classmates, chat, and spend some time with Penelope.

Finally, after dinner, he went to Professor Flitwick's place to receive what was called punishment, but in reality was confinement.

Mike has been living such a lazy life since the beginning of school.

If possible, Mike would even like to continue this life.

It's so comfortable!

Mike sighed again.

However, this time, a somewhat panicked and excited voice came from behind him.

"Sir Tangli! Something happened!"

Mike sighed and opened his half-lidded eyes.

He knew who it was without looking back. The only people in Hogwarts who would call him Lord Townley were the people from the Mutual Aid Association.

In the past few days, people from the mutual aid association have been snooping around for information, and no matter how trivial it is, they will come to report to me.

To be honest, he was already a little annoyed.

"What's up?"

Mike said without looking back.

"Harry, Harry Potter, he and Malfoy had a fight in the Great Hall!"

Hearing this, Mike's eyes closed again.

Draco and Harry were natural enemies. If they didn't argue twice a day, they wouldn't be happy. This trivial matter was nothing.

But then, the person who came to report said:

"Malfoy cast a spell on Harry, and then... then Professor Moody came and he turned Malfoy into a skunk!"

Mike suddenly stood up and walked towards the auditorium.

He wouldn't have cared about the conflict between Malfoy and Harry, but it was different when Moody got involved.

Mike, who had undergone swordsmanship training, was in much better physical condition than ordinary wizards, and he arrived at the auditorium in just five minutes.

The auditorium at this moment was already packed with people, and the people in the auditorium had spontaneously divided into three parts.

The Gryffindors, led by Harry and Moody, and the Slytherins, led by a boy who looked very familiar to Mike, faced each other with serious expressions.

Next to them, there was a crowd of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

When everyone in Ravenclaw saw their star Mike arriving, they all spontaneously stepped aside and sent Mike to the VIP eating position in the front row.

As soon as he reached the front row, Mike heard a fierce argument between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Professor Moody, as a professor you actually cast a curse on your own students. This alone gives me enough reason to doubt whether you have enough character to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!" Slater The young man headed by Lin said with a serious face.

As soon as he said this, everyone in Slytherin behind him agreed.

However, Moody didn't care. He waved his wand lightly, and a dense and loud explosion sounded from the tip of his wand.

The Slytherin students thought he was attacking them, so they all made instinctive dodge movements.

"Hahahaha! You little Death Eaters are really cowards!" Moody laughed, "Your name is Chris Flint, right? I remember your father, that damn Death Eater, he relied on bribes Those exterminators from the Ministry of Magic escaped punishment! But he is still dead now, and he died miserably! What, do you want to die now too?"

The Gryffindor camp also burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Mike remembered who the boy standing at the front of the Slytherin team was, Chris, the guy who launched a wizard duel against him with Draco in the first grade.

At the same time, he also remembered the night of the Quidditch World Cup. The white-hooded man who begged him for mercy at the last moment seemed to have the same surname as Flint.

Mike's eyes gradually became serious.

Everyone in Slytherin looked ferocious, as if they would rush forward to fight for their lives at any moment.

But it was just a look. Moody and Gryffindor on the opposite side laughed for a long time, and no one in Slytherin dared to actually rush forward.

Even Chris, who was named and insulted his father, did not act rashly.

They were waiting, waiting for their dean.

With Moody on the opposite side, if Snape was not around, they would just go up and deliver food.

"What are you all doing here? Get out of here!"

Professor McGonagall's majestic voice came over, and Snape arrived at the same time.

Many timid students quickly dispersed, but there were still many who stayed in place.

Perhaps because these students did not disperse as soon as they saw her, Professor McGonagall was very angry. She and Snape got into the crowd.

At this time, a skunk came out from behind Chris, hugged Snape's feet, and kept chattering there, as if a poor child who had been bullied by outsiders was asking his elders. Complain.

Snape frowned and glanced at it, then looked at McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, and with a flick of the wand in her hand, without her chanting a spell, the skunk twisted up, and soon turned back into Draco.

After recovering, Draco huddled up and his body was trembling, but he still hugged Snape's thigh tightly and wouldn't let go.

Snape shook his leg in disgust, but did not move away, and then looked at Moody, who was whistling nonchalantly, with murderous eyes.

"What have you done?" Snape asked carefully.

"Teach a lesson."

"What's the lesson?" McGonagall screamed, "We never use transformation spells to punish students!"

"I just wanted to scare him."

"We can put him in solitary confinement! Moody! Or deduct his points and tell the dean of his college!"

Moody burst out laughing and glanced at Snape contemptuously.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was obvious.

"I will inform the school governors about this matter." Snape's eyes became more murderous. "I think the school governors will reconsider the unauthorized use of dangerous spells like transfiguration to punish students. Is it a good thing to keep a lunatic like you in school?"

"You are always evil, Snape!" Moody was not afraid at all, "I haven't settled the score with you yet! You'd better be careful, I will always keep an eye on you, and once you show any signs of something, I will Send you and all these little Death Eaters to Azkaban!"

"That's enough!" Professor McGonagall roared angrily and said to Moody, "I also think your actions this time are a bit excessive...",

Before McGonagall finished speaking, Harry jumped out of the crowd.

"Professor! It was Draco who insulted Ron's father first, and he also attacked me with a curse!" Harry said excitedly, "Moody taught him, but..."

Harry was only halfway through his words when Professor McGonagall glared back.

Then she looked at Draco again.

If it were normal, Drake would have jumped out and refuted it at this time.

But at this moment, he seemed to be frightened.

He was still hugging Snape's thigh tightly, his light-colored eyes were still filled with tears from pain and shame, and he kept mumbling something.

Although the sound was very soft and vague.

But people who are close can still hear a few of the words clearly.

It's "my dad".

Professor McGonagall shook her head and announced:

"This matter ends here. Now, everyone, please go back to the lounge!"

The Gryffindors left happily as if they had won a battle. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff saw that the excitement was not enough and left too.

Everyone in Slytherin was very unconvinced. Even after Snape gave the order, they remained unmoved.

Finally, it was Chris who gave the order, and everyone looked at Mag and Moody resentfully and left.

The auditorium became empty again, and Mike was ready to go back.

But at this moment, someone came in front of him.

"Are you alright?"

Looking at Chris with black hair and green eyes in front of him, his hair was still a little curly, Mike said in a cold tone.

Faced with Mike's unkind eyes, Chris smiled indifferently and said:

"Let's talk?"

Mike was silent.

To be honest, Chris' performance just now really aroused his interest.

It's not surprising that the people in Slytherin disobey Snape's orders. After all, after so many slaps in the face, Snape's authority in Slytherin is no longer what it used to be.

But why would those guys in Slytherin listen to this guy so much?

"Come on, let's walk together."

Chris extended the invitation again. This time, Mike did not refuse, but took the lead to walk outside the castle.

The two of them were silent all the way until they came to an empty lawn, and Chris said in a relaxed tone:

"My father was killed by you."

Mike stopped, he was a little surprised, because Chris was actually laughing when he said this.

"so what?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to launch an attack." Chris smiled even brighter, "On the contrary, I want to thank you. Because my father died, I naturally became the new patriarch of the Fleet family. "

"A fourteen-year-old clan leader?"

"That's right. Speaking of which, aren't you even more powerful? You founded the Los Santos Group from scratch when you were only fourteen years old."

Mike stopped talking.

Although the difficulty of inheriting a family business at the age of 14 is not as high as starting from scratch, it is definitely not much lower.

Especially given that the Fleet family is a large family with a large population.

The guy in front of me is definitely not simple.

At the same time, he also understood why the Slytherin group listened to Chris so much.

Chris is now the patriarch of the Flint family.

As a Slytherin who puts profit first and avoids disadvantage, it is not too difficult to understand that he abandoned Malfoy and Snape and switched to Chris's disciples.

"So, what exactly do you want to say."

"I just want to remind you. You are in trouble, big trouble." Chris's expression became slightly serious. "You killed my father along with many other big shots. Although Fudge has already been with those people's families. People have signed contracts that prevent them from attacking you, but secretly they will still find ways to retaliate against you.

As an ancient family, there are always ways to bypass the magic contract. "

"That's what you came here to say?"

The smile on Chris' face froze and he asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Mike had a look of disdain on his face, "They are just a bunch of trash who bully the weak and fear the strong. Of course, you can also try to avenge your father and see if I can break the dog paw you extended."

After that, Mike turned and left.

Seemingly intimidated by Mike's domineering attitude, Chris stared blankly at Mike's back. He didn't laugh until Mike completely disappeared from his sight.

"As expected...as expected of you!"

Chris, who was laughing so hard that tears came out, murmured, and as he spoke, there seemed to be a green light flashing in the green pupils in his eyes.

At the same time, Harry, who was far away in the Gryffindor common room, felt a sudden pain in his head.

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