The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Gore and Crabbe exchanged a glance and laughed dismissively.

They crossed their arms, raised their chins, and then straightened up, the two of them almost occupying the entire train aisle, forming a solid human wall of followers.

Malfoy, on the other side, also snapped out of his daze of mentioning the Mudbloods' stimulants in front of others, and said with a slightly flushed face, "Want to hit me? I'm right here, let's see how you get through."

"Dolly..."

Hermione looked anxious upon seeing this, thinking that Dolly had lost her temper, and tried to step forward to stop her.

But Harry stepped forward and stood in front of Hermione, with a very strange expression on his face.

It seems that half of it was fear, but the other half was confidence in her older sister.

"what are you doing?"

Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, wondering what was wrong with him.

Before Harry could even think of a reply, Dolly had already started moving.

She suddenly loosened one of her clenched fists and tossed it upwards, sending a gleaming golden Galleon soaring into the sky.

Gore and Crabbe's defensive stances were momentarily exposed.

Although they were Malfoy's henchmen, they were also members of a pure-blood family.

However, being a pure-blood family does not necessarily mean being wealthy. In fact, many pure-blood wizards are worse off than half-blood wizards.

Because, apart from being purebloods, they lack sufficient ability and have long since squandered their family fortune.

This is why so many pure-blood wizards join Death Eaters to hunt down half-blood wizards.

The conflict between pure-blood wizards and half-blood wizards is not just a racial issue, but also an irreconcilable economic problem.

So Gore, who was not wealthy and whose intelligence was slightly below that of an average person, instinctively stretched out his ape-like arm and tried to snatch the Galleon.

This gave Dolly the opportunity to take action.

Dolly held her breath and rhythmically adjusted her posture with her five fingers.

Bring your index, middle, little, and ring fingers together and bend them inwards, place your thumb on top of your middle and index fingers, clench your fist slightly inwards, and point your knuckles towards your opponent.

In the next instant, she lowered her body and then suddenly exerted force with her legs, rushing straight to her opponent like a bear pouncing on its prey.

Next, raise your right elbow to shoulder level, and using the power of a sudden rotation of your waist and shoulders, turn your upper body to the left, causing your arm muscles to go from relaxed to suddenly tense.

Finally, with at least high school level strength, Dolly delivered a novice punch that landed heavily on Goyle's greasy belly.

In an instant, Gore doubled over in pain, the front half of both feet even leaving the ground after Dolly's punch, with only his heels maintaining his balance.

This was only because Dolly held back, as she neither wore boxing gloves nor struck vital points; she didn't want to injure herself nor cripple the person.

However, this also made Dolly realize that she had underestimated Goyle's resilience.

After all, Gore weighed at least 130 or 140 pounds at this time, which is at least twice the weight of Dolly.

In a real boxing ring, the outcome would be almost never in doubt.

Seeing that Goyle hadn't fainted, and even that his pained face contorted into a ferocious expression, he reached out to grab Dolly.

Dolly took a small step back, extended her hip with her front supporting leg, rotated her heel outward, and lifted her body while shifting her weight onto her back foot. As she extended her hip and lifted her body with her back supporting leg, she rotated her heel outward and punched upward.

The seemingly weak fist struck Gore's chin quickly and accurately, and at the moment of impact, the fist suddenly rotated so that the palm faced inward.

Because the force of this punch was somewhat hasty, it was far less powerful than the previous one.

But the chin and stomach were different; the force went directly through the bones to strike Gore's cerebellum, causing Gore's eyes to roll back and him to lose consciousness instantly.

At this moment, Crabbe, another person, also realized what was happening.

He didn't know whether it was out of fear or anger, or both.

She screamed loudly and charged at Dolly, raising her shoulders and leaning her body, intending to violently knock Dolly away with her body.

This is clearly the best way to utilize body weight in a confined space, and Crabbe is obviously much smarter than Gore.

Unfortunately, having already dealt with Gore's Dolly, they naturally wouldn't fear Crabbe, who only relied on brute force.

She even took a step back, dragging the unconscious Goyle towards Crabbe, who was immediately tripped by Goyle and crashed heavily to the floor.

With a loud bang, Goyle's head slammed into the floor. The loud noise startled Dolly. Could this kill him?

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to worry about the enemy's situation, because Malfoy had already made his move.

From the initial scornful smile on his face, to the smile freezing, and now to his face being filled with terror.

Finally, instinct made him raise his wand and chant the spell at Dolly: "Burning Flame!"

From the tip of the elm wood, the fire dragon's heart and nerves roared silently, and a slender but absolutely lethal flame shot towards Dolly's face.

Everyone was startled at that moment, and some even screamed.

Even Harry forgot to stop Hermione, because Dolly, unarmed, seemed so helpless in the face of that mesmerizing spell.

But the next second, Dolly's choice shocked them all.

Faced with the spitting fire, Dolly crossed her arms in front of her, stepped on Crabbe's back and Goyle's buttocks, and charged forward.

Flames sprayed onto Dolly's robes, scattering sparks that even seeped into her hair and landed on her fair, flawless skin.

But Dolly was faster, and in less than a second, she sprinted from zero to Malfoy's feet.

Malfoy's curse wasn't fake; what he spewed out was indeed fire.

But humans aren't like gasoline that ignites instantly. Given Malfoy's newly acquired level of magic, the flames he spews out certainly won't be very hot.

Even if such a temperature were to fall on human skin, it would take two or three seconds to dry the moisture on the skin's surface and cause a burn.

This is why performers of fire-related acrobatics can be in contact with fire for short periods of time.

There's no mysterious scientific principle at all; it's simply because the contact time was short, or because there was a liquid layer protecting the flame and the human body.

Once Dolly stood before Malfoy, the ending was already sealed.

Dolly grabbed Malfoy's wrist as he cast the spell with one hand, and with the other hand, she slapped Malfoy's thoracic vertebrae.

The next second, Malfoy's body, which was no heavier than Dolly, floated backward like a kite with a broken string.

Chapter 37, Part 2: You Don't Understand the Joy of Boxing

At this point, Dolly could easily inflict heavy damage on Malfoy.

Whether it's pulling Malfoy down and throwing him to the ground, or extending their knees forward to slam his waist into it.

Either of those methods could easily take half of Malfoy's life.

However, at the last moment, Dolly pulled Malfoy back, preventing him from falling straight to the ground.

Thus, the most devastating blow to Malfoy was the slap Dolly delivered to his chest.

Although the attack still caused Malfoy to cough violently, it was much milder than the attack on Goyle and Crabbe, who had already lost consciousness.

As for why Dolly held back, it wasn't because of Malfoy's blond hair.

It was because of Malfoy's father, who was a real Death Eater who killed people.

Although he used his wealth and reputation to clear his name, this man may still be doing dirty or even dangerous things, not to mention the future.

Dolly didn't think she had the same ability to escape danger as Harry Potter, or that she would be taken care of by Dumbledore.

After all, Dolly has a weakness.

The couple living on Privet Drive had spent a month gaining Dolly's approval.

Although Dolly is not their biological daughter, they will be Dolly's biological parents for the rest of their lives.

"Cough cough, it hurts! Help! She's going to kill me!"

Malfoy clutched his chest with the hand he could still move, his gaze fixed on Dolly's face, which was filled with terror.

Especially the moment Dolly burst out of the flames with her arms crossed, her emerald green eyes looked like those of a demon, making him want to scream.

Unfortunately, he was knocked down by Dolly before he even had a chance to speak, and now he can only loudly beg for help from those around him.

However, even though there were many upperclassmen Slytherin students in the carriage, they instinctively chose to remain silent when they saw Dolly's still-smoking sleeves and the few strands of hair on her forehead that were curled up due to the high temperature.

Malfoy may be a noble young master, but the beautiful blonde girl in front of him is Harry Potter's sister!

She also proved with her fists that she was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

"Don't hit me, cough cough, I was wrong, I apologize!"

Seeing that no one was helping him, Malfoy immediately began to beg Dolly for mercy, tears streaming down his face without any hesitation.

If this continues, his airs of a rich young master will be completely gone.

"I can let you go."

Dolly loosened her grip on Malfoy's wand-holding hand and said, "How about we pretend nothing happened today?"

"After all, you also burned me with a spell, so we're even."

"Just like I just said."

"Uh cough cough... Okay, you're right, I agree to everything, cough cough!"

Malfoy didn't even care what Dolly was saying and hurriedly agreed.

At that moment, hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance; the person had now brought more reinforcements.

"Everyone stop! Don't move!"

“I am Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor!”

"You... Oh Merlin's beard, what's going on here...?"

Percy was the first to rush in, panting and clutching his wand.

I thought my brother and Harry had been beaten to a pulp by the Slytherin.

But now, Harry, Ron, and the others are standing there perfectly fine, while Malfoy's two henchmen are lying on the ground, and Malfoy is being held down by Dolly and is crying his eyes out.