Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 33 The most painful memory

Just as the motto of the Black family is eternal purity, the motto of the Malfoy family is eternal flexibility.

Always flexible, always infamous.

After seeing Harry draw his wand, Draco immediately became timid.

He spun his broom quickly, turned around and ran.

In order to avoid being locked by Harry's magic, he also controlled the broom to swing left and right in the air, trying to escape the fate of being hit.

It was a pity that Harry put down his wand, as he was not a master of Legilimency.

Even for a master of Legilimency, the best effect can only be achieved when the target is relaxed and able to look directly into the target's eyes. This will also cause the target's emotions to fluctuate and awaken related emotions and memories.

However, Draco felt that this was not safe, so he threw the memory ball in his hand high up.

But he forgot that the broom he learned in Hogwarts' flying class was too old and could not support him in rushing around like this.

The result of this was that the broomstick went out of control and Draco suffered the same fate as Neville.

"Ah ...

Just shouting couldn't save him. With another sudden swing of the broom, Draco was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

On one side was Neville's memory ball, and on the other side was Draco who was thrown away.

Harry made a judgment almost instantly as to which one to save first, but he also felt that the bastard should be taught a profound lesson.

"Accio!" Harry locked onto Draco's flying wand again, and the magic dragged the other's robe and flew in front of him.

The Flying Spell does not work on people, but the guys at Dueling Wand have developed a trick to make the Flying Spell work on the target's clothes, which is equivalent to making people fly over.

"Wow——" the students on the ground exclaimed in admiration.

"Po...Potter?" Draco trembled.

"You will pay for your actions, Malfoy."

Harry said, holding Draco in one hand and controlling the broom to chase the memory ball.

Even though he was wearing glasses, his eyesight was very good and he immediately locked onto the memory ball that was falling to the ground.

He swung his broom and dived toward the ball.

Draco thought Harry was going to crash into the ground with him, and his emotions broke down.

"Please, Pot, don't do this, I'll do anything--"

But this did not affect Harry. Under Draco's horrified gaze, the two of them were rapidly approaching the ground.

"Ah——" Draco let out a high-pitched scream, comparable to a soprano.

At the moment of hitting the ground, Harry stopped the broom and grabbed Neville's memory ball with his other hand.

The Gryffindor students cheered and rushed forward, surrounding Harry.

"Man, this is so cool!" Ron exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

He loved Quidditch the most, but he swore that even the Quidditch players of the England national team couldn't do better than Harry.

Harry smiled at his friends, then let go of his hand and Draco sat down on the ground with a thump.

"I, I'm going to tell my dad!" Draco cried with snot and tears. "Oh, stop it, you show-off Draco." Harry said with disgust: "I think you are not only a show-off, but also a snot-soaked one."

"You, just wait!" Draco was still unforgiving.

"What are you waiting for?" Ron swept Draco with a broom. "What do you want? Do you want to rub your tears and snot on us?"

Draco felt embarrassed when Ron, whom he always looked down upon, said this.

He looked at Ron resentfully and began to attack the Weasleys.

"I think your mouth really needs to be cleaned." Harry pointed his wand at Draco coldly: "Scourgify!"

A bunch of pink soap bubbles immediately came out of Draco's mouth. He wanted to vomit it out, but there was no way.

"Mr. Potter?"

Professor McGonagall's voice came from a distance, and the students automatically made way for Harry and his companions in the middle.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly became serious, and she used a spell to remove the spell on Draco.

"Nothing, Professor." Harry said to Professor McGonagall, "Malfoy's broom just lost control, and he ate a mouthful of dirt when I rescued him, so I thought I would wash him -"

"You should be thankful that it wasn't Professor Snape who saw this." Professor McGonagall's tone was a little cold, but she seemed to have thought of something and said to Harry, "Come with me, Mr. Potter."

Harry shrugged and followed. He also felt that such a thing should not be seen by the protective Slytherin head of house.

Only after Harry left did Draco dare to smile smugly.

"See, Pott is going to be fired." Draco said proudly, "Who's next?"

"I hope you have the courage to say it to Harry's face instead of showing off behind his back." Hermione said with disdain.

"You stinky little mudblood—" Draco turned to Hermione angrily, and as soon as he finished speaking, pink soap bubbles came out of his mouth again.

"This spell is indeed useful. It can clean your stinky mouth." Hermione put down her wand with a cold tone.

She could have stopped Draco from saying the word, but she felt the need to wait until he did.

Pansy saw Draco being hit by the curse and also drew her wand, ready to retaliate against Hermione.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch returned in time and stopped the war between the two colleges.

Of course Harry didn't know what was happening here. He followed Professor McGonagall step by step towards the castle, still wondering what the professor was going to do.

Of course he wouldn't be expelled. Harry still had some confidence in this. He didn't violate any school rules and instead saved a student.

Soon, Professor McGonagall stopped at the door of a classroom.

"Excuse me, Filius," said Professor McGonagall, "but could Wood please come out for a moment?"

wood?

Harry wondered in confusion, was Professor McGonagall going to teach him a lesson with a wooden cane?
You know, corporal punishment of students existed in Hogwarts a hundred years ago. Just because he didn't complete his homework, he was severely beaten with a cane by the professor.

Then he saw a tall and handsome boy walking out of the house with a confused look on his face.

"Wood," Professor McGonagall folded her hands, her serious demeanor suddenly disappearing, "I found a Seeker for you!"

　As a note, James always used the Refresh spell on Snape.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)