Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 41 You are stronger than ten Malfoys put together

The whole hall was in chaos.

"Damon? You—"

Malfoy's voice was severely distorted, like a chicken with its neck pinched.

A heavy punch hit him in the face!

At the same time, Damon's angry voice resounded throughout the venue.

"It's fine that you keep calling me a mudblood, I don't mind it, but why do you keep bullying my friends?"

The expression on his face looked extremely angry, but after knocking Malfoy down with a punch, he stopped moving and instead stood up and looked at Neville behind him.

Neville understood instantly, and his clenched fist was faster than his brain reacted, and he smashed it directly at Malfoy!
Malfoy, who had fallen to the ground, had just stood up and was about to speak when he was knocked to the ground again by the punch.

It turns out he's nothing special?
Neville was greatly encouraged, and some blood factor in his body seemed to be completely stimulated by this punch. He simply sat astride Malfoy and punched him again and again!
Damon was watching from the side, holding his wand and pointing it at everyone, looking coldly at all the little snakes that tried to get close to him.

In the crowd, several Slytherin students hid behind the pile of people and took advantage of the chaos to secretly cast evil curses at Damon, but he accurately bounced them back with the Shield Charm. Some of them were covered with pus, some suddenly burst into laughter, and some danced on the spot, which matched Malfoy's shouting, as if they were having a dance party.

"What are you doing! Neville Longbottom!" Malfoy was still shouting.

Neville didn't care about anything else and just threw punch after punch.

He fought without any method, but the more he fought, the smoother it became, and he was full of energy! When his left hand got tired, he used his right hand, alternating between the two hands. When he ran out of strength, he still stubbornly clenched his weak fists, swung his sore arms, and rubbed Malfoy's face again and again.

Things happened quickly and were stopped just as quickly.

The professors seemed to have not expected that there would be a student so bold as to hit someone in public right under their noses. In addition, the words that Damon muttered made them frown - there were actually people in the student group who kept using this insulting name?

But after being stunned for a few seconds, Professor McGonagall immediately stepped forward to stop everything.

Malfoy was already sobbing.

"Woo woo woo! I'm going to tell my dad! You're dead! Longbottom, Damon, just wait for me! I'm going to have you all expelled!"

He pushed Neville away and sat on the ground crying loudly.

Seeing him like this, the other professors felt relieved - he still had the energy to cry, and it looked like his injuries were not serious.

However, their expressions were still grim. Professor McGonagall frowned tightly, not understanding how such a mature and steady child could do such a thing.

What made her even more angry and helpless was that the culprit who caused all this had no awareness of his mistakes at this time. Instead, he pulled up Neville who was sitting on the ground and helped him slowly tie his loose tie, as if the "terrible disaster" they had caused was not as important as Neville's dress etiquette at this time.

This scene caught the eyes of many young wizards and was deeply engraved in their minds. Even after ten or twenty years, when they mentioned it, they still talked about it with relish.

They screamed in shock, the professors had gloomy faces, but the dueling prince just calmly helped the fat boy tie his tie, as if he didn't care about anything, while their opponents were still crying loudly.

If they could be swapped with Neville at that time, they would be willing to do so even if all their points in the College Cup were deducted.

"Well fought, Neville. You know, you are stronger than ten Malfoys put together. Don't be afraid of him anymore. Let him be afraid of you."

Neville's face was flushed red, and he didn't even care about the scrapes on his fists. His eyes were shining and he was extremely excited.

What happened afterwards was a bit fragmented in the little wizards' memories.

The entire hall was in an uproar. The prefects were struggling to maintain order. The cursed little snake was writhing wildly, its expression mournful. The professors' faces were serious, yet they couldn't hide their astonishment. Snape looked at Damon with an expression that looked murderous, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, making the young wizards unable to smile anymore. Everything was so noisy.

Cheers, screams, cries, and scolding all overlapped together. The roars of the prefects resounded throughout the auditorium. The young wizards who came into the hall belatedly realized the situation and had their eyes shining as they excitedly shouted, "What happened?" The sound waves seemed to turn into a long river that swept across the entire hall, and all kinds of sounds blended into one ball.

But the people present could clearly only hear one voice.

They saw Damon White pat Neville on the shoulder and heard the tapping of Damon's feet on the ground.

Damon White just like that, greeted the professors.

No one could hear any sound anymore and just stared blankly at the figure.

The farce is over.

Neville, Malfoy and the students who were cursed were all sent to the infirmary. Their injuries were very minor. Except for the little snakes who brought it upon themselves, Neville and Malfoy only needed to apply some ointment on their wounds and could even go to class half an hour later.

The professors breathed a sigh of relief, but Damon, the instigator, was directly deducted 100 points, and Neville was deducted 50 points.

In the infirmary, Neville calmed down a little, but he was still trembling with excitement from what he had done earlier.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were even more shocked by Damon's extraordinary behavior.

Harry and Ron clenched their fists excitedly, imagining that they were the ones who beat up Malfoy in front of all the wizards.

Hermione almost cried for the lost 150 points, but she still couldn't forget the powerful image in her mind.

All the Gryffindor students gathered together and talked non-stop. More and more students rushed to the auditorium. "What just happened?"

Such sounds were heard throughout the auditorium, and students would occasionally lament that they had not witnessed such a grand drama with their own eyes.

The trio came to the infirmary to visit Neville and praised his bravery. The four of them were very happy, but at this moment, Ron asked a question in a daze.

"Damon—will Damon be fired?"

When the other three realized this possibility, their faces turned pale instantly and their smiles disappeared.

"Expulsion? Could it be that serious?" Harry asked belatedly.

"Yes, didn't you see the professors' ugly expressions? Malfoy keeps bragging that his father is a school director, so he seems to have considerable power."

Ron's expression became even uglier.

Hermione no longer had time to worry about the score in the House Cup. She became more anxious than ever. "Is there anything we can do? Is there anything we can do?"

Neville even felt like crying again.

Damon stood up for him, but now what happened is wrong. If grandma knew about this, would she scold him to death?
Despite this, he still mustered up his courage and said resolutely:
"I-I went to tell the professors that it was me who wanted to do this-in fact, Damon only threw one punch, and the rest were all thrown by me!"

"Neville, it's useless - we all know that Damon was the instigator of this."

Thinking of the possibility of Damon being expelled, Hermione suddenly covered her face with her hands and almost burst into tears.

But she didn't allow herself to cry. She had to find a way to rescue Damon!
(End of this chapter)