Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 29. Snape kills Malfoy
"Shut up! Malfoy!" It has to be said that Malfoy's annoying behavior really angered everyone, Parvati shouted harshly.

She is also a freshman in Gryffindor.

"Ha! Protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson laughed loudly, "I didn't expect you would like that chubby guy - watch out! Draco!!"

It was too late for Draco to be careful, because when he heard Pansy's scream, he felt as if he was hit by a galloping carriage. He flew out and half of his body was in pain from the violent impact.

"what!!"

His face turned pale in an instant, and Malfoy could not help but shout in panic. Under this sudden impact, he didn't even have time to hold the handle of his broom, and he fell to the side - this was in the air several meters above the ground!
It's true that no one would die, but if he really fell down like this, wouldn't he be as disgraced as that idiot Longbottom? !
Instinctively stretching out his hand to grab something, Malfoy found in despair that he could only grab the air, and his body had already begun to fall, fall - and suddenly he was grabbed by the waist!
But this life-saving feeling was not good at all, because Malfoy felt that the lunch he had eaten was about to be squeezed out by this force.

There is no doubt that the person who knocked Malfoy off his broom was Harry. Wearing a suit of mail, he looked like a huge metal ingot, which Malfoy could not resist at all.

But for Harry, simply knocking off his broom was not enough to vent his anger.

Harry directly caught Malfoy's waist and legs, then he raised the broom handle suddenly, which was a signal to sprint upwards. The next second, Harry's broom shot straight into the sky.

To be fair, the brooms provided in school classes were not fast enough to speed up to this extent, but fortunately Harry knew magic - a bluish-white wind enveloped him, allowing the broom to reach a speed that it might never have achieved in its entire life.

Then, start diving.

If Malfoy still had the energy to scream when the broom was rising, then he didn't even have the energy to scream when it dived. He could only hold on to everything around him tightly, for fear of being thrown off.

He wanted to close his eyes, but for some reason, Malfoy was horrified to find that he couldn't close his eyes at all. Something was pulling his eyelids - it was Potter! Potter cast a spell on him! !
The grass was already filled with exclamations and screams, but even all the voices combined were not as loud as Malfoy's at the moment. Harry swooped down with him in his arms to the point closest to the ground, and even when Malfoy thought his head was about to hit the ground and be smashed to pieces, he suddenly turned over and slid rapidly along the ground.

He took Malfoy on the most thrilling journey he could imagine, and when Harry finally stopped, Malfoy almost lost the strength to hold Harry's legs, let alone scream.

Harry loosens his grip - and then has to punch Malfoy in the back to get him to loosen his thigh, and Malfoy lands on the ground without being able to utter a harsh word, before he sprawls over and throws up.

"Harry Potter!"

There was a roar from an old professor, and Harry knew who the voice belonged to without turning around - Professor McGonagall.

"How dare you?! How dare you treat your classmates like this?!" Roaring angrily, Professor McGonagall was running towards here quickly from the castle gate.

"You'll break your necks!!"

Ignoring Professor McGonagall's anger, Harry just looked coldly at Malfoy who was still vomiting on the ground and said, "Don't let me see you bullying my friends again, Malfoy."

"You should really be thankful that you are still a child and this is a school, otherwise..."

To be honest, in Harry's eyes, Malfoy is just an untaught brat, and if he takes him seriously, he will only lose face - but this does not mean that Harry will tolerate Malfoy bullying his friends, nor will he say after such an incident that it is just a fight between children and should not be taken seriously.

Because Dumbledore was right in saying that, no matter what, in the eyes of most people in this world, Harry himself was also a child.

So, just teach the lesson once and for all.

"Harry Potter!!!" Professor McGonagall ran over and heard Harry's words. She became even angrier. "What are you doing? This is a threat! This is intimidation!!"

"Perhaps you should listen to what others say, Professor McGonagall," Harry turned around and said calmly. At this moment, he did not look angry at all. "Malfoy was the first to do something unforgivable. I must let him know the consequences of doing so."

At this time, other people also gathered around.

"That's right! Professor McGonagall!" Parvati followed up, "It was Malfoy who bumped into Hermione on the broom first, almost knocking her off, and he also insulted Neville!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The Gryffindor students were all complaining about Malfoy's bad behavior, but as for the Slytherin students... when Malfoy was still kneeling on the ground and vomiting, and Harry's eyes swept over them one by one, no one dared to speak.

"Alright! Stop! Be quiet!" Professor McGonagall's eyes looked like knives. She first stopped those who argued for Harry, and then said, "Come on, Mr. Potter, and you, Mr. Malfoy - can you still walk? Mr. Potter, go and help him, come with me."

"Can I refuse, Professor?" Harry said without hesitation, "I don't want to help my enemy, and he peed his pants, and it smells bad."

The Gryffindor students laughed even louder.

"That's not your enemy, Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, "That's your classmate!"

"When he bullied my friends, we were already enemies," Harry said calmly, "and I also warned him that I was not interested in playing some childish games with him, but obviously he didn't listen."

"So you just taught him a lesson?" Professor McGonagall began to have a headache. "You are just a student, Mr. Potter. You have no right to punish your classmates."

"If a professor had been there and punished Malfoy for hitting Hermione with his broom and for mocking Neville, none of this would have happened."

Harry's meaning was obvious, the professor did not show up at that time.

"I'm sorry, Professor, it's all because of me..." Hermione's eyes were red and she looked like she would cry at any moment.

It was not an illusion. Professor McGonagall always felt that she had heard similar words recently. "That's enough. Shut up, Mr. Potter, and you, Miss Granger. This is not your fault." Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall turned around and said, "Mr. Crabbe? You can help Mr. Malfoy - both of you follow me."

He signaled to his Gryffindor friends with his eyes not to worry. Even when facing the angry Professor McGonagall, Harry never showed any sign of panic and kept his steps steady.

Professor McGonagall led the three people into the castle and went straight to the basement. Then they knocked on a door at one end of the corridor. Not long after, the door opened, but only a crack, and Snape stood there in a black robe.

"Professor Snape?" Professor McGonagall flashed and revealed the three children behind her. "If you are free, I am afraid there are some things that I need you to deal with - after all, you are the head of Slytherin House."

"...Of course, of course I'm free." Snape opened the door completely and stared at the three children. "What happened?"

"You can never imagine what happened," Professor McGonagall was still furious. She lowered her voice and quickly recounted everything she saw, "...I saw from behind the castle window that Mr. Potter was riding on a broom, holding Mr. Malfoy between his legs, rising rapidly and then diving, and finally even sliding close to the ground. Mr. Malfoy's face was less than ten centimeters from the ground..."

"...In any case, Mr. Potter's counterattack exceeded the limit, and they almost broke their necks together!" Professor McGonagall became more and more angry. "According to the students, the cause of the incident was that Mr. Malfoy hit Miss Granger with his broom and laughed at Mr. Longbottom. Mr. Potter was because of his friends--"

"I will definitely ask my dad to fire you!!"

A sudden growl interrupted Professor McGonagall's words. It was not known whether it was because he saw the dean of his college or because he had finally recovered from the life-and-death race just now, but Malfoy's face was no longer pale, but red with anger.

"You lunatic! Potter! You almost got me killed! This time I will definitely ask my father to fire you!! Just wait--"

Malfoy's words came to an abrupt halt because Snape raised his wand and Malfoy's upper and lower lips stuck together, and only a humming sound could be heard.

"Whatever," Harry said nonchalantly, "I'd also like to know how a Death Eater and the son of a Death Eater expelled me. The Daily Prophet must like this topic very much."

"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall was almost fainted with anger, "There are no Death Eaters! There are no Death Eaters' sons! And how do you know all this?!"

The answer is precisely Hagrid - Hagrid, Harry's original and best friend.

He is really trustworthy.

"I see," Snape said slowly under Malfoy's expectant gaze, "According to you, Professor McGonagall, it was Draco's overconfident and incompetent provocation that caused Harry to almost fall off his broom and even break his neck?"

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Did she mean it?

Thinking carefully about what she had just said, Professor McGonagall was very sure that her story was quite fair and she did not favor either side - although it was Malfoy who provoked first, Potter's counterattack clearly exceeded the limit and he should be punished.

——Then why did it become like this when it came out of Professor Snape's mouth?

"That's true, Professor." Harry thought for a moment and said to Snape sincerely, "I warned him in advance not to bother me."

"Very good." Although he said it was good, Snape's expression was not good at all. It was more like the temperature in the basement was a few degrees lower. Snape looked angry. "Deduct 50 points from Slytherin!!"

"Because of your stupidity and audacity!" Snape stared into Malfoy's eyes like a man-eating bat. "I will write to your father, Draco. If you can't learn what to do and what not to do in school, then he should take you back!"

Malfoy was almost in tears, and he kept whimpering, probably trying to argue something, but he couldn't make any sound because his mouth was sealed.

"...I don't think the situation is that serious yet," Professor McGonagall said stiffly, "But, well... deduct fifty points from Gryffindor!"

It was obvious that Professor McGonagall did not actually want to deduct the fifty points. Her initial idea was to at most deduct ten points from the two children and give them a confinement penalty.

But now even Snape has deducted 50 points from her own house, so how could McGonagall fall behind?

Professor McGonagall's most worried premonition was no longer a premonition, but had become a reality - after gritting her teeth and deducting the fifty points, she glared at Harry fiercely.

Harry felt quite innocent.

"Thank you for sending them here, Professor McGonagall," Snape stopped paying attention to Malfoy and raised his head and said, "Just leave them here. I will educate them well."

"...As the Head of Gryffindor, I think it would be better for me to decide Mr. Potter's punishment," said Professor McGonagall with a stiff face.

To be honest, she doubted whether she would be punished or given a sweet potion to drink if she left Harry here.

"...What a pity." Snape looked reluctant, but he did not continue to argue with Professor McGonagall. He looked at Harry and said softly, "Your mother is very talented in potions. Perhaps you have inherited her talent... Tomorrow is your first potions class."

"Of course, I won't let you down," Harry nodded knowingly. He understood Snape's subtext.

As the saying goes, herbal medicine and alchemy are inseparable. Forging can only be regarded as Harry's hobby. What he is really good at is herbal medicine and alchemy. In Azeroth, alchemy generally refers to the production of various potions.

"Very good," Snape nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "As for you, Draco, come in first - I think I have a suitable job to serve as your punishment. How about collecting the slime of Flobberworms?"

Malfoy was dragged into Snape's office with a look of despair on his face. The door was closed and the fat boy Crabbe ran away, leaving only Harry and Professor McGonagall.

(End of this chapter)