Once again, the familiar collar was grabbed.
Next up is the nose, right?
“Ah......” Malfoy covered his nose, tears once again filling his eyes, obscuring his vision.
Behind him, Ron, seeing this familiar scene, immediately raised his arm and shouted loudly, “For the honor of Gryffindor, for the Lion King, charge with me!”
The Gryffindor students behind him had already built up a pile of anger in their hearts, each one rubbing their fists in anticipation, and upon hearing Ron's voice,
they immediately charged towards Slytherin with a roar.
Pansy Parkinson screamed, “Save Malfoy!”
The Slytherin students were not to be outdone, wanting to rush forward.
But as soon as they moved, they realized something was off.
Their bodies felt much heavier than usual.
Taking a step was incredibly difficult; they were walking as if they were running.
However, the Gryffindor students felt their bodies light as a feather, moving much faster than usual, gritting their teeth as they pounced on Slytherin.
“Stop! Don’t hit anymore!” Hermione, the only one from Gryffindor who stayed put, shouted anxiously.
“Quick, stop! When Madam Hooch comes back, we’ll lose points!”
But the brawl had already begun, and rational thought had been thrown out the window; they left everything to their bodies, completely ignoring her words.
As the 'Lion King' of Hogwarts, Harry was undoubtedly the most attractive target.
If they could take down this 'Lion King', then this year's Gryffindor students would be finished.
However, these first-year students, when fighting, clearly prioritized using their fists over their wands, and some even felt their wands were a hindrance, tossing them far away.
Honestly, fighting with fists was a bit unfair for Harry; there wasn’t a single Slytherin student who could match him in a one-on-one fight.
Among Slytherin, the two largest, Goyle and Crabbe, had kept their distance from Harry from the very beginning.
Though they weren't the brightest, it didn’t mean they were stupid; they knew they couldn't win and didn’t want to go up and get beaten.
Especially since Harry hit hard; it was better to fight with other Gryffindor students.
At least getting hit by them wouldn’t hurt as much.
Goyle and Crabbe felt they weren’t stupid at all; most of the time, they were quite clever.
By the time Malfoy wiped his tears and regained his sight, the Slytherin snakes had already been defeated, lying on the ground in disarray, howling.
He was dumbfounded; it happened so quickly?
“Potter, you...” Malfoy looked at Harry in terror.
“Just lie down.” Ron rushed over from behind, kicking him down, sending him sprawling on the ground with a move reminiscent of a falling goose.
“Awesome!!!” Ron's face, at that moment, was as bright as his hair, and he shouted.
Hermione hurried over.
“Harry, you shouldn’t have fought; Professor McGonagall will definitely be very angry.” Her face was filled with worry.
Ron scoffed, seeing Malfoy still trying to struggle to get up.
He walked over, pressing Malfoy's head down, and said to Hermione, “Hermione, while you’re right, this isn’t the time to talk about school rules!”
“Exactly.” His dorm mate, Seamus, had a flush on his face; after some activity, his blood was boiling, which was normal.
“This is to defend the honor of Gryffindor, for the honor of our Lion King!” Seamus shouted loudly.
At that moment, the other little lions of Gryffindor were united, raising their hands and shouting, “For Gryffindor, for the Lion King!”
Hermione stood aside, looking a bit out of place.
The defeated Slytherin snakes were now getting up in twos and threes, huddling in the corners, not daring to provoke again, but their eyes were filled with fierce and sinister glints, like venomous snakes.
Madam Hooch quickly returned.
Her eagle-like eyes scanned the area and immediately noticed something was wrong.
The Slytherin students were all dirty, with injuries on their faces.
Even on the ground, there were broken broomsticks.
Clearly, things had gotten too intense; they had even used broomsticks as weapons, breaking a few in the process.
“Can anyone tell me what exactly happened after I left?” Madam Hooch's sharp gaze swept over the little wizards.
The Gryffindor students looked up, wearing expressions of “I don’t know, I won’t say anything.”
Hermione's expression was a bit hesitant.
But Malfoy raised his hand high.
“Professor, after you left, Potter incited Gryffindor and suddenly beat us up.”
“Shameless Slytherin.”
“That’s just nonsense.”
The little lions glared at him.
But in their excitement, this group of little lions couldn’t clearly explain what had happened.
“Mr. Potter.” Madam Hooch looked at Harry.
Harry calmly nodded and said, “Mr. Malfoy is exaggerating; I was basically the one doing the fighting, and the others didn’t participate much.”
Madam Hooch's face darkened as she said, “Mr. Potter, you should know that fighting in class while the professor is absent is a very serious issue. Because of your actions, I will deduct 30 points from Gryffindor.”
Hermione's face showed a pained expression; 30 points meant she and Harry had to work hard in class for two weeks, it felt like it was killing her.
“Professor, it was all Malfoy’s fault; I think you should hear our side of the story.” Harry calmly accepted Madam Hooch's decision.
Getting points deducted for fighting was something he had anticipated.
Madam Hooch paused for a moment: “Of course.”
“The incident started because Neville dropped his memory ball on the grass, and after Malfoy picked it up, he repeatedly mocked Neville, and even after I advised him multiple times, he still refused to return it, which led to this situation.”
“We are willing to accept the professor's punishment, but this is not a one-sided issue; after all, it takes two to tango, doesn’t it, Professor?” Harry smiled as he spoke.
Madam Hooch glared angrily at Malfoy.
“No, Madam Hooch, I was just joking.” Malfoy raised his hand in defense.
“What do you have in your hand?” Madam Hooch's angry voice rang out.
Malfoy froze, looking at his palm; damn it, he was still holding that idiot's memory ball.
Malfoy instinctively tossed the memory ball to the ground.
With a wave of Harry's hand, the memory ball flew automatically into his hand.
“What is a joke? Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think our relationship is good enough for you to joke with me, and a joke that isn’t accepted by others isn’t a joke.”
“Slytherin also loses 30 points.” Madam Hooch waved her hand and stated directly.
The Slytherin snakes’ faces turned ugly; they had been beaten and lost points equally.
Wasn’t that just getting beaten for nothing?
This was a huge loss.
Seeing the little lions, although they had points deducted, still wore proud expressions, while the little snakes looked unwilling,
Madam Hooch felt very exhausted.
Although flying class was considered the easiest class at Hogwarts, unexpected events always occurred during flying lessons; this time, even a brawl had happened.
If someone told her that a swarm of Dementors had appeared, she wouldn’t be surprised at all.