Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

He had one foot on Malfoy and the other hand beckoning to Crabbe, Goyle, and the others.

"Come on, let me see what you Slytherin little worms are all about."

As he spoke, Harry Potter glanced at Ron and the others.

"You don't need to come over, I'll handle this myself."

"But Harry."

"I've said it before, I'll handle it myself, you guys just watch from the sidelines."

"After all, I've wanted to beat these guys up for a long time."

The Slytherin guys were never exactly good-natured people, and now they were being provoked by Harry Potter time and time again, plus they had the advantage of numbers.

Led by Crabbe and Goyle, they swarmed toward Harry Potter.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go help!"

Seeing this, Hermione immediately gave Ron a push.

Harry told us not to get involved.

Ron spoke hesitantly, unsure of what to do.

"Are you an idiot, or do you think Harry can handle so many people by himself?"

"Boom!"

Just as Hermione was speaking, several muffled thuds were heard.

Instinctively, Hermione turned her head anxiously to see what was going on.

But when he saw what was happening in front of him, he was stunned.

Ron, standing to the side, rubbed his eyes and, after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, muttered to himself unconsciously.

"It seems like they really don't need our help."

Amidst the crowd, Harry Potter remained fearless as he faced the approaching onslaught, his flying broomstick becoming his most effective weapon.

The hard wooden stick left trails of afterimages in the air.

Every time the wooden stick was swung, someone would scream and fall to the ground.

In just over ten breaths, all the guys who had surrounded Harry Potter to cause trouble were lying on the ground.

As for the girls, including Pansy Parkinson, they stood to the side with fear on their faces, not daring to come forward at all.

Even the boys, who make up so many boys, are no match for Harry Potter, so what use would these girls be?

I didn't see that broom stick hit me so loudly; it sounded really painful.

Crabbe and Gore, in particular, have several large bumps on their heads.

"It seems your helper isn't very capable either. Shouldn't we continue discussing our issues?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I seem to have forgotten that I was stepping on your hand."

Harry Potter dealt with the Slytherin group and looked down at Malfoy, who was still struggling in pain on the ground.

He used just the right amount of force in his kick, enough to inflict severe pain on Malfoy without causing any injuries like fractures that would give him leverage.

"Let, let me go."

Malfoy spoke painfully, at this point he no longer cared about saving face.

He just wanted to get out of this pain as soon as possible; he felt like his fingers were about to break.

“My father is a school board member, you can’t treat me like this.”

"So you're allowed to take your classmates' things, speak ill of others, and bully others with your two lapdogs?"

"Or is the entire Slytherin group just a bunch of cowardly cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong?"

Harry Potter sneered; he utterly loathed Malfoy.

He had seen countless people like this on the street.

This kind of scumbag should either be beaten to death with a stick, or you should make him remember you so well that he'll turn and run away whenever he sees you.

Otherwise, his poor character and bad nature will cause him to constantly cause you trouble.

He absolutely did not want to see this happen.

Since they couldn't kill Malfoy, they might as well leave him with a deep impression so that he would never dare to provoke them again.

Faced with Harry Potter's sarcasm, neither Malfoy nor the other members of Slytherin dared to say anything more.

What else to say?

One group was trampled underfoot, while another group was beaten to the ground.

What right do they have to speak?

"Do you remember how I warned you last time?"

“I told you, I wouldn’t mind sticking a knife into your body.”

"Although we don't have kitchen knives right now, but..."

Harry Potter then reached out to Ron, who was standing to the side, and said, "Ron, give me your wand."

"what?"

"Oh, I see."

Ron was taken aback. Although he didn't know what Harry Potter was going to do, he quickly took it out.

Other people's wands are lightweight and short, so they can be carried around, unlike his, which he usually keeps in his bedroom when not in use.

"Anyway, you seem to dislike this old wand, so just pretend I broke it and I'll buy you another one later."

As he spoke, Harry Potter squatted down with his wand in hand, looked at Malfoy who was almost crying, lifted his chin with one hand, and grinned.

"Your eyes are quite nice, but what if I blinded you? Maybe that would teach you a lesson you'll never forget, and make you understand that there are some people you should never mess with."

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, not only Malfoy, but also Hermione and Ron were startled.

"Harry! Don't be impulsive! If you really gouge out his eyes, you're doomed! You'll definitely be expelled from school!"

Hermione spoke nervously, and Ron quickly stepped forward at that moment.

"So what? There's nothing wrong with being a Muggle."

"Anyway, I've already experienced the life of a wizard, and I'm about to scare the eyes of a self-proclaimed noble wizard. Thinking that this poor wretch will only be a one-eyed dragon in the future, maybe I'll actually make a profit."

Or perhaps...

Harry Potter said, then suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Malfoy's ear.

"Tell the school that the boy who survived the ordeal is being harassed by people sent by the Decora family, who were formerly Death Eaters." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 221 Sorry, I was just acting in self-defense

What do you think the outcome will be?

In fact, after learning that the Malfoy family had once been Voldemort's henchmen, only to return after he disappeared, I felt a deep dislike for Harry Potter.

Furthermore, this guy's series of actions made Harry Potter hate him to the extreme.

However, he wasn't stupid; he knew exactly how to handle this guy.

"Or who will they believe?"

Harry Potter's voice, like the whisper of a demon, rang in Malfoy's ears, making his already pale face even more ashen.

"NO, I have not."

"I wasn't harassing you, I just..."

Malfoy tried to explain something, but all his words seemed so pale and powerless.

Just as Hermione and the others were nervously thinking that Harry Potter was determined to gouge out Malfoy's eyes, and were wondering what to do.

"Mr. Potter, and what are you all doing?!"

A familiar voice rang out, and the moment Harry Potter heard it, a serious and earnest face instinctively appeared in his mind.

He immediately released his foot and then reached out to help Malfoy up from the ground, brushing the dust off his robes which were covered in weeds and dirt.

"Nothing, Professor McGonagall. There was just a small misunderstanding with Malfoy."

"While Mrs. Hooch was away, he was playing with his flying broomstick without permission, and then he accidentally fell. When I came over to help him up, I accidentally stepped on his hand, which caused a misunderstanding among the Slytherin students."

Harry Potter, with a gentle smile on his face, spoke calmly and gently to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at the Slytherin students on the ground, who were wailing incessantly, and felt a headache coming on. Her intuition told her that things were definitely not that simple.

“Mr. Potter, I think you should explain this matter properly, especially these things.”

"Professor McGonagall, you don't actually think I'm bullying so many of them by myself, do you?"

Harry Potter said with a look of surprise, "I thought my actions would earn me your reward and help Gryffindor earn points."

Professor McGonagall was speechless upon hearing this.