The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 97 The Intimidation from the Frost Serpent

As Wood finished speaking.

A small boy squeezed out of the Slytherin line.

Platinum blonde hair, a serene smile on her pale face.

Draco had been waiting for this moment, to appear before everyone's eyes.

He first scanned the crowd across the street, then locked onto two targets: Scarface and his penniless henchman.

As for Hermione standing to the side, Draco chose to ignore her. After all, he had heard some rumors that the Gryffindor witch, a Muggle-blooded witch, was getting close to Ino.

"I am Slytherin's new Seeker."

Although Draco spoke in a calm tone, he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes.

At the same time, Flint chimed in.

"This is our new Seeker, Mr. Draco Malfoy. We also received a gift from the generous Mr. Lucius Malfoy for the Slytherin team: a brand new broom, which just came out last month."

As he spoke, Flint revealed the flying broom that had been hidden by his robe, and then reached out and gently brushed away any non-existent dust from the top of the broom.

His gesture seemed to be a signal, and the other Quidditch players also brandished their flying brooms.

"The latest model in the Nimbus series, Nimbus 2001! As for those who are still using the Sweeper or Comet series, I advise them to stop wasting their time. Instead of spending time training, they should think about how to face the disappointed eyes in the academy."

To kill someone, you must first strike at their spirit; Flint attacked Wood's weakness. He knew very well that, unlike others who played Quidditch, Wood aspired to join a professional team.

The glory of the College Cup is often an important indicator for evaluating professional Quidditch teams.

After Flint finished speaking, the training field fell silent for a moment.

Draco's face grew even happier; he loved seeing Gryffindors looking so worried.

"At least we still have Nimbus 2000."

Hermione suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence, and continued:

"Even if its performance is a bit worse, it won't be by much. I've read Quidditch Origins, and for thousands of years since the 11th century, people have always competed on flying skills and teamwork, not on the performance of their brooms."

Perhaps this is what it means to have a clearer perspective from the sidelines, unlike the Gryffindor team members whose vision is limited to the broom's parameters.

Hermione's macro-level analysis and dialectical approach acted like a shot in the arm, revitalizing the lion cubs present.

But this action angered Draco, who, in a fit of temper, began to hurl insults without restraint:

"You...you buck-toothed rabbit, what business is this of yours? Is this a place for you? Why don't you use this time to get your two big buck teeth fixed?"

Draco had intended to curse her with the Mudblood name, but thankfully he retained a sliver of reason. The moment the word left his lips, he abruptly reversed his attack, choosing to focus his assault on Hermione's most prominent front tooth.

"Oh ho! Merlin, I just noticed! You seem to have tidied up, but why didn't you tidy it up more thoroughly? And while you're at it, comb your messy hair properly, so you don't run around like a poodle all the time. At least you'd look more presentable, and then you'd be worthy of being friends with Ino."

Draco got more and more into talking, and before he knew it, he had revealed his truest thoughts.

On the other hand, Hermione, after being bombarded with a series of targeted attacks, had her red eyes already brimming with tears. She just stood there, frozen in place, as if she had been petrified.

Seeing Hermione being scolded and brought to tears, the Gryffindors present were surprisingly united, and they all drew their wands.

Similarly, led by Flint, the Slytherins also threw down their brooms and drew their wands.

A chaotic brawl seems inevitable.

Just then, fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky, covering a small area but enough to blanket the entire Quidditch training ground.

"Draco, since you know Hermione is my friend, why do you still hurl insults at me so unreasonably?"

Ino's voice was somewhat cold. He had only intended to join in the fun and have some fun, but he encountered this unpleasant thing as soon as he arrived at the Quidditch stadium.

In a way, Hermione and Draco were both his friends, but that's precisely why it couldn't be worse.

They heard Draco verbally attack Hermione and saw both sides pull out their wands, ready for a brawl.

Faced with this situation, without some deterrent force, it would be impossible to keep these senior wizards in check.

Therefore, Ino not only used ice magic as a precaution, but also released the 40-foot-long Amazonian anaconda from the sanctuary.

A python as thick as a water bucket lay coiled at his feet, its body moving slowly and meandering. Its pair of pupil-less, ice-blue eyes occasionally swept over the little wizards on either side.

This caused everyone to give way wherever Ino went, allowing him to easily walk into the crowd's encirclement.

"Apologize, Draco! You shouldn't have attacked and insulted a girl like that, especially since she didn't do anything to you."

Ino spoke calmly.

As he stopped, the enormous ice and snow python slowly raised its head. Unlike when it was crawling, it now coiled its body and stood upright, its height exceeding four meters, suddenly increasing its intimidating presence.

Stared at by the giant snake, Draco was filled with regret. He knew perfectly well that this witch was connected to Ino, but he couldn't stop cursing her once he got into it.

This was the first time he had seen Ino in a serious mood. Although he was a little scared, he still looked at Hermione with trembling eyes.

"I'm...I'm sorry! It was my fault. I shouldn't have made fun of you. I'm so sorry!"

Seeing that Draco had apologized, Ino turned and walked toward Hermione.

Looking at the teary-eyed brown dumpling, he slowly reached out and gently smoothed the hair on Hermione's forehead.

"He apologized, so don't be sad. If anyone bullies you again, just tell me."

As she spoke, Ino looked up and glanced around. Whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, their gazes instinctively darted away.

……

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and frost serpents over forty feet long coiled on the ground.

The brawl was destined to end, and just when everyone thought it was about to break up, another indifferent voice came from the side.

"Potter! Intentionally provoking conflict between the houses, Gryffindor loses 10 points!"

The familiar voice rang out, and Harry helplessly closed his eyes, because he wanted to cry even more than Hermione did. He hadn't said a single word from beginning to end!

Snape walked into the crowd, looking at them expressionlessly. "And you lot? Want to be locked up in solitary confinement?"

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped and turned to walk towards the training ground gate.

Upon seeing Snape, Enoch promptly dispelled the spell, and the anaconda was returned to the sanctuary by him.

However, just as he was about to leave with Hermione, Snape appeared before him without him even noticing.

"Come to my office!" Snape said in an unchanged tone.

But unlike the emptiness in his eyes just now, Snape's eyes now held a strange gleam.

"Yes, Professor!" Ino nodded with a smile.

He turned around, patted Hermione on the shoulder, gave her a reassuring look, and made a gesture as if to write a note.

Then he stood there, quietly watching Hermione's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

On the other side, Snape also remained silent, which was unusual for him.

A moment later, after Hermione had walked away.

Snape turned around, his black robes billowing, and walked silently toward the castle.

Seeing this, Ino followed suit.

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