Just then, Harry heard a sneer from behind him, and he turned away, still clutching the snitch in his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Draco Malfoy landed next to him, his face pale with rage, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Because of his father's advice, since the beginning of this semester, he has been very restrained and low-key compared to before, trying not to trouble Evan and Harry, but now he doesn't care, Harry caught the snitch in front of him, which also made him angry.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" he said to Harry, his voice as mean and vicious as ever, "I've never seen such a stinky goalkeeper, but no wonder, he was born in a dumpster, do you like our lyrics, Potter?"

Harry didn't answer, and walked away to meet his teammates, who landed one after another, shouting and cheering triumphantly and waving their fists.

With the exception of Ron, who got off his broom at the post and walked slowly back to the dressing room alone.

"We'd like to write a few more lines!" Melfoy exclaimed incessantly, as Katie and Arya hugged Harry, "We wanted to sing about his mother, but she was fat and ugly and couldn't rhyme......"

"Ignore him, he's just sour. Angelina glared at Malfoy in disgust, "Sour grapes!"

"Useless garbage doesn't rhyme, you know, his dad ......"

At this moment, Fred and George, who had just fallen, heard what Malfoy was saying.

The two brothers were shaking Harry's hand when they froze and looked back at Malfoy.

"Ignore him!" Angelina hurriedly grabbed Fred's arm and said that she knew Fred too well, for fear that he couldn't help it, "Ignore him, Fred, let him shout, he just lost the ball, this uneducated little ......"

"You like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy continued to scoff, as if to speak ill of the whole semester, "and going on vacation there, don't you? I don't know how you can stand the smell, oh, but I think you were brought up by Muggles, and the Weasleys' dirt smells good!"

Harry grabbed George, and it took Angelina, Alya, and Katie to hold Fred back.

Malfoy laughed presumptuously, and Harry turned to look for Mrs. Hooch, but she was still scolding Crabbe for a foul on the ball.

In the stands, everyone was cheering, no one paid attention to the conflict that was about to erupt here, and Evan and Hermione were nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe, it could be ......" Malfoy said as he stepped back, squinting his eyes, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasley pigsty reminds you of your own home, just like ...... like them"

Harry didn't realize he let go of George, only that a second later they pounced on Malfoy together.

He had completely forgotten that it was still on the field, that everyone in the school was there, that all the teachers were watching, and that he just wanted Malfoy to be as painful as possible, to make him remember the lesson, and to make him pay for what he said.

Without time to draw his wand, Harry picked up his fist gripping the snitch and slammed it into Malfoy's stomach with all his might.

"Harry, Harry, George, stop!"

Harry heard the screams of the girls, the screams of Malfoy, the curses of George, the whistles and the shouts of the people around him, but he ignored them.

It was unknown who had used the obstacle charm, and they were separated, but Harry immediately pounced on them.

Immediately, the Slytherin men pounced, and the entire Quidditch field was set on fire.

"Oh my God, they're fighting!" Hermione said in horror, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.

"Hurry up, let's go!" said Evan immediately.

As soon as the two of them stepped down from the stands, they saw a mess on the field in front of them.

Mrs. Hooch tried to stop it, but to no avail, Harry, Fred, and George all seemed to be insane, and Malfoy was pitifully curled up on the ground moaning and screaming, ravaged and trampled by the three of them, covered in blood and scarred.

After a brief moment of consternation, the Slytherins were unceremonious and immediately joined the fight.

Immediately, Harry was rudely pushed down, George's lips were swollen, Fred was still being twisted by the three chasers, and Crabbe was laughing maniacally in the back.

None of them had wands, and the rest of the Gryffindor team were all girls, so they didn't have an advantage.

Fred and George grabbed the star picker as a weapon and struck back hard.

The advantage of the large and thick handle of the asterisk broom is fully reflected, and it hurts people very much, but these two brooms are also badly damaged.

Even so, they weren't the match for those strong Slytherins, and the tide turned. No one cared about Mrs. Hooch anymore, and if the professors in the stands arrived, Harry, Fred, and George would have been beaten as badly as Malfoy, and just then, Evan ran to the edge of the field.

A red flash of light knocked Crabbe, who was chasing Harry, into the air.

Then, with a big swing of his wand, Evan spun around in the air for most of the time, pointing at the Slytherin players on the field.

As he moved, they suddenly turned into rabbits that had shrunk many times over, and looked around blankly on the grass.

Malfoy was the only one who didn't change, and Harry pressed him down again.

"Well done, Aven!" Fred kicked Goyle's rabbit hard.

He fled in terror into the distance, but slowly and comically.

"I'm going to let Malfoy know the lesson, let him know what not to say. ”

"What are you hesitating about, hit him hard!"

"Stop, stop, you disgusting fools!" The professor in the stands arrived, and to his surprise, the first to arrive was Umbridge, who ran over panting, holding the very short wand, "How dare you do this, and who used the magic, who deformed them, this is ......"

Aven's wand was pointed directly at her, which was so irritating!

With her identity, she dared to directly enter this chaotic battle situation, and she simply didn't want to die.

With a thud, Umbridge's body turned into a toad and jumped forward twice.

Evan kicked her away from him with a hard kick.

The toad was lifted to George's feet, and he followed Aven's example and kicked her away with a smug smile on his face.

Then there was Fred, who followed and stepped on it.

Umbridge dodged desperately, bouncing around and panicking, far from the aura he had just had.

Even Hermione followed up and kicked her, which was so relieving!

The only one who is indifferent to her is Harry, who hates Umbridge as well, but Malfoy's main target at this point is Malfoy.

It's a shame, you know, there aren't many opportunities to step on Umbridge......

Evan was hesitating, should I let Harry stop first and come over and step on a few feet?!