It was only when the roaring that surrounded the hall died down that Ivan let go of his hands that were covering his ears.

There was a brief silence in the hall, except for Harry and Ron, embarrassed by the gaze.

At that moment, a mocking voice came over the Slytherin captain's table

"Potter, it looks like you've done another big showthing..."Malfoy walked over with Goyle and Clarke, and he gave Harry a mocking look before lingering on Ron's body again.

"Weasley, I guess your father must be hating you by now, and he might be forced to lose his job and get out of the Ministry..."

As he spoke, Malfoy laughed, and Goyle and Clark behind him giggled...

Ron's face flushed, and he was so angry that he jerked out his tape-covered wand and pointed it at Malfoy, despite the fact that it was in the hall.

"Incisors Stick!"

Malfoy was startled, and in a panic, he tried to pull out his wand and fight back.

But to his surprise, nothing happened as Ron recited the incantation.

Only a faint black mist floated out of Ron's wand...

"Weasley, what are you doing here? Do you play any magic tricks on us? Malfoy scoffed.

Ron was so angry that he wanted to throw away the wand in his hand, it hadn't been normal since this thing was broken by Beater Willow last night...

For a moment, Ron was so angry that he wanted to rush over and fight Malfoy, but he was stopped by Harry and Hermione, and it was not a wise thing to do in the large exhibition hall, if they didn't want to be locked up...

Ivan ignored their "friendly" interactions, and couldn't fight anyway, waving his wand to himself and began to clean up the mess on the table.

By the way, I put the letter away, and when I was about to go back to the dormitory, I replied with an automatic quill pen.

However, what Ivan didn't expect was that Malfoy's courage had grown a lot, or that mocking Ron's success had swelled his confidence...

"Hals!" Malfoy said loudly, stepped forward and picked up the Daily Prophet on the table and flipped through it, noticing the news content written under the headline, and then spoke up.

"Before I read the newspaper again, I didn't know Hals, you actually lived in a place like Tumbledown Alley... Isn't that where the poor dark wizards live? And get together with a bunch of werewolves..."

Ivan's brow furrowed and he was about to speak, but Hermione was one step ahead of him and rebuked.

"Shut up Malfoy! There's no shame in living in Tumbledown Alley, Ivan earned the Order of Merlin, the highest honor of the Ministry of Magic, by his own efforts, can you? ”

"So what? I heard my dad say that wizards who live in Tumbledown Alley are like rats in the sewers! Malfoy snorted with a stiff neck.

Remembering that some time ago, his father had always reprimanded him for this matter, Malfoy's heart was very unhappy, and he was about to continue to speak, but he was interrupted by Ivan's words.

"Will you only rely on your father? Malfoy? Ivan looked at him lightly, holding his wand in his right hand and tapping it in his palm, as he spoke.

"I thought you would be a little more independent in the second grade, instead of childishly listening to your dad."

Malfoy was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Ivan didn't give him the slightest chance and said mockingly.

"Besides, when I was talking and laughing with your dad the other day, you didn't even know where it was! He told me that if your grades don't improve this year, you probably won't have much success in this life..."

Ivan's mouth was full of gibberish, combined with the old Malfoy's dissatisfaction with his son in the Boggin Bock store in the original book, and he fooled Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't want to believe Ivan's words, especially not that Ivan could talk and laugh with his father, but when he was at home, Malfoy Sr. did reprimand him for this...

"Don't believe me? Still haven't heard your dad talk about it? Then why don't you go home and ask your dad! Ivan looked at Malfoy, who was a little shaken, and rebuked unceremoniously.

......

"Ivan, do you know Malfoy's father?"

In the morning, in the hallway of the herb class, Hermione curiously asked about what had just happened, and Harry and Ron were also a little confused.

They didn't expect Ivan to be connected to Malfoy...

"No, in fact, we don't know each other, we've only met once!" Ivan understood what Hermione was trying to say, so he explained.

"And how dare you say that?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"What's this? You were talking and laughing with Minister Fudge last school year. Ivan said indifferently.

Harry and Ron were speechless, and Hermione rolled her eyes, if they remembered correctly, they and Fudge had just met and said a word or two, which could also be called a conversation and laughter?

After answering the doubts of the three people, Ivan walked quickly into the greenhouse.

It wasn't long before Professor Sprow, with a strap on his arm, walked in from the lawn outside, and her face was not very good.

It's not just that Lockhart has been following her side, trying to instill some messy herbal knowledge in her.

What's more, when he was treating the beating willow just now, Lockhart released a so-called healing magic, which made the beating willow fall into a violent state, and in order to appease the tree, her arm was also pumped, but fortunately, the injury was not serious.

However, Lockhart did not have this consciousness at all, he was still full of confidence, proud like a peacock with the screen open, and walked generously in front of Professor Spro, and even stood in front of her, shouting at everyone.

"Hello! I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal a beater! But I don't want you to think I'm better at herbalism than she is! I've just happened to see a few of these strange plants on my travels......"

Lockhart might have wanted to say a few more words, but Professor Sprout interrupted him without hesitation, and loudly told all the students to go to the third greenhouse, and start the class now!

Ivan hurriedly followed the crowd to the classroom.

When Harry tried to follow, he was stopped by Lockhart.

"Professor Sprout, I'd like to talk to Harry alone, okay? Just two minutes of delay! You don't mind, do you? Lockhart turned to Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout minded, but Lockhart took Harry's arm and pulled him to the side, speaking earnestly.

"You must think it's easy to make headlines, right? Harry? ”

"What are you talking about, Professor? I do not quite understand? Harry was confused and didn't understand what Lockhart meant.

(PS: The starting point recently held a glory selection contest.,Please also help like it.,See the word battle at the end of the book on the personal bookshelf of the starting point APP.,Click in to search for the author's pen name Pure Little Angel...) Angel hasn't gotten a recommendation from his mother for several weeks, and it's miserable, and I can only look forward to this next wave. ）