Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 33 Stealing the Memory Orb

"Shut up, Malfoy. If you have any guts, why don't you say these things in front of Ms. Hodge?"

After finishing his rant, Robin looked down at the lawn, searching for Neville's lost Memory Orb.

"Ha! Robin Lestrange, you seem to have a particular fondness for protecting weak students. First there was the poor wretch, now this big idiot, who's next?"

Malfoy stared at Harry, grinning grotesquely. "Potter, I don't see anything about you that makes you 'famous.' You're just a pathetic wretch who hides behind others, ugh!"

"Malfoy, you..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Malfoy suddenly dashed to the lawn to his right, grabbed something, and exclaimed, "Look, it's that old hag Grandma sent to the big idiot!"

Malfoy held the Memory Ball aloft; white mist swirled within it, and it gleamed in the sunlight.

"Give it to me, that's Neville's!" Harry whispered.

"Ha! I'm going to put it on a tree and make that big idiot go get it, and then he'll fall flat on his face. That way, every time he holds the memory ball, he'll be forced to recall the memory of that heavy fall, haha!"

"Malfoy, bring it here!" Robin shouted.

Malfoy grinned maliciously as he leaped onto his flying broomstick, took off with a powerful push of his legs, and flew quite steadily. He hovered on a treetop not far away, raised his arm, and shouted, "Lesterrange, Potter, if you two have the guts, come and get it!"

Robin and Harry exchanged a glance and simultaneously grabbed their brooms.

"No, Ms. Hodge said no one is allowed to touch the brooms! You'll get points deducted from Gryffindor!"

Hermione grabbed Robin's broom to prevent him from taking off.

"Miss Granger, the name Gryffindor is synonymous with 'bravery.' If someone bullies you to the point of humiliation and you don't fight back, what kind of Gryffindor are you?"

In short, they've completely outmaneuvered Hermione!

Lavender stepped forward and dragged her away. "Robin, beat him to a pulp! I've hated Draco Malfoy for ages!"

Robin gave an "OK" sign, pushed off with both legs, and flew up. Harry followed closely behind.

The feeling of flying through the air was a hundred times more exhilarating than speeding on a motorcycle. The cool breeze whistled through his hair, and his black robe billowed behind him.

At this moment, Robin felt like an eagle, the entire sky his territory, while Malfoy, still clamoring, was just a scruffy chicken that had intruded into the eagle's territory.

He flew up to the treetop and even learned the skill of tail-flicking and landing without being taught. He landed next to Malfoy, listening to the screams of the girls and the admiring shouts of the boys below, and felt extremely comfortable.

"Malfoy, give me the ball. It's Neville's, or I'll poke you off the broom like I'm poking a pool ball."

"Oh, really?" Malfoy retorted stubbornly.

Luo Bin noticed his nervousness, mentally called him a coward, gripped the broom tightly, leaned forward, and the broom head shot towards the waist of the guy like a javelin.

Malfoy twisted his body and barely dodged, but Robin suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned around to rush back.

Boom!

Robin's broom head collided with Malfoy's broom tail, causing Malfoy to cling tightly to the broom like a koala. His legs trembled violently, as if he would be upside down and fall heavily into the woods at any moment.

Robin mischievously ripped a branch off the other man's broomstick. "Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, they're both as fat as bears, but they can't fly up to help you. Tell me, if I rip off all the branches, how can this broken stick still carry you?"

"Lesterrange, here you go, see if you can catch this!" Malfoy roared.

Luo Bin thought the other party would throw a memory ball, but instead of following the script, he took out his magic wand and shot out a dozen or so large marbles.

If I got hit by that, I'd be disfigured!

Robin infused the branch with magic, making it incredibly hard. Then, he narrowed his eyes, swung his arm wildly, and sent all the pebbles flying back.

Boom!

A pebble struck Malfoy squarely in the back, causing him to scream in pain. He clutched his broom and swooped down toward the ground. Harry seized the opportunity, flying alongside him and reaching out to grab the Memory Ball.

"Two against one, Potter, you're really something. Here, let's see if you can catch this."

Malfoy roared and threw the memory ball far away with all his might.

Harry spun his broom around, leaned forward, lunged downwards, his chest pressed against the treetops, and after a series of impressive feats, he caught the Memory Ball when he was 30cm off the ground. Then, he straightened the broom in time and floated lightly onto the lawn.

"I got it! I got it! Robin, your prophetic abilities are amazing!"

Silence, utter silence. The anticipated scene of everyone crowding around to praise, be shocked, and show concern did not occur.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

Harry looked up in confusion, and the moment he saw Professor Minerva McGonagall, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Professor McGonagall, it's Malfoy! He stole Neville's Memory Orb!"

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips together, her eyes flashing with anger. "In all my years here, I've never... Potter, how dare you... If you break your neck, who will take responsibility?"

"Professor, it's not Harry's fault, it's Malfoy's."

Lavender tried to explain for Harry, but after being glared at by Professor McGonagall, she was too scared to say anything. Petit pulled her back to the crowd.

"Professor McGonagall, it was Malfoy who started it," Ron said.

"Stop talking, stop making excuses for him. Alright, Potter, come with me, and you too, Mr. Lestrange."

Luo Bin, squeezed in the crowd: ㄟ(▔，▔)ㄏ，tui～I knew I couldn't avoid it.

Robin squeezed through the crowd and, under the watchful eyes of everyone—worried, concerned, and amused (by the Slytherin students)—followed Professor McGonagall into the castle with Harry.

The three of them climbed the steps in front of the gate, then the marble staircase inside the castle, passed through doors and corridors, and arrived at the door of a classroom on the fourth floor where a class was in session.

dong dong!dong dong!

"Please come in!"

With a high-pitched, thin voice that also has a comedic quality, it's definitely Professor Flitwick.

"Excuse me, Professor Felius Flitwick, I need to speak with Wood. Could you please have him come out for a moment?"

Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?

Robin peeked into the classroom and saw a handsome, tall, and strong fifth-grade student walk out of the classroom after obtaining Professor Flitwick's permission.

"Mc" Wood looked completely bewildered!

"We'll talk about it later. You three, come with me."

The three followed Professor McGonagall and soon arrived at an abandoned classroom!

Inside the classroom, Mischievous Ghost held a piece of chalk and wrote insults like "idiot," "fool," "crybaby," and "fat pig" on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall shouted sternly.

Clang!

Mischievous Ghost angrily threw the chalk into the trash can, then opened his mouth wide and flew out of the abandoned classroom, cursing all the while.

"Wood, close the door!"

(End of this chapter)