The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

126 Chapter 3 I finally caught you

Ron was eager to try, and kept reminding Harry and Neville with his eyes that this was a good opportunity to take revenge.

There were three of them, and Malfoy was alone, and they were still in Hagrid's hut. No matter how you looked at it, they were bound to win.

If we don’t act now, then when will we act?

Harry was also moved.

The conflict between Malfoy and him was no longer just dislike at the beginning.

Ever since he bought Harry a rigged broom and prepared fireworks to celebrate Dolly's tragic death,

In Harry's eyes, Malfoy was a villain without conscience or bottom line, who would definitely step on his and his sister's graves if he had the chance.

All he needed to do to directly murder the two siblings was perhaps an opportunity.

If Malfoy were given the chance, he might kill Harry and Dolly without hesitation.

So when facing Malfoy, Harry didn't have any psychological burden about whether to take action.

What he was thinking about was what they could do now.

Unfortunately, after thinking it over, Harry found that he really had no talent for doing evil, at least he didn't know how to make Malfoy collapse.

As for the most common beating, Harry obviously looked down on this behavior.

Because not only would this fail to punish Malfoy, but it would cause the three of them to be punished again, and in turn cause the entire Gryffindor to lose points.

This was obviously unacceptable to Harry.

Seeing that several people were indifferent, Ron knew that he had to take charge of this matter.

So Ron rolled his eyes a few times and said with a smile, "Hey, Malfoy, how many points have you lost this semester?"

Malfoy was startled, then his features twisted in anger and he pretended not to hear.

He doesn't talk to Carrot Head.

Ron naturally saw through Malfoy's thoughts and said, waving his finger, "You've schemed against us so many times, you've at least deducted 100 points from your own house, right?"

"Why don't people in your academy have any opinions about this, and why doesn't anyone come to you to settle the score?"

"It seems your family is indeed wealthy. Could it be that you're giving each student in the academy a silver Sickle for every point you deduct?"

"What? It's not Silver Sickle. Could it be Gold Galleon?"

Ron was amazed and said, "Your family is really rich!"

"Father spent money to bribe officials at the Ministry of Magic, and you bribed the young wizards at Hogwarts."

"That's a truly noble Slytherin! I bet your toilets are made of gold!"

Harry couldn't help laughing. Ron had a really good mouth.

Even Neville couldn't help but wink, trying to see Malfoy's angry expression.

Malfoy was indeed furious; Ron's mockery of him was tantamount to denying all his efforts in the academy this year.

Although his grades were not as good as Hermione's, Malfoy was undoubtedly the best among the first-year students of Slytherin College.

But now Ron actually said that he earned all this with gold galleons.

If he could mobilize so many gold galleons, how could he be bullied by Dolly?

His pocket money was almost confiscated by his father!

The thought of this made Malfoy even angrier, and he wanted to take out his wand and cast a curse on the three hateful guys in front of him.

But just as he clenched his hand a little, Harry had already taken out his wand.

Because of Dolly's existence, Harry studies harder than he does in the original book, and he is serious about wanting to protect his sister.

Malfoy immediately relaxed his fingers, realizing he couldn't defeat three men.

It would be fine if it was a one-on-one fight, but the three cunning Gryffindors in front of him clearly did not intend to give him the chance to duel.

So what should he do, swallow his anger?

This is naturally impossible.

Malfoy took a few deep breaths and said, "Yes, our toilet is indeed made of solid gold."

"That's gold that fairies would envy, but in our house it can only be used as a toilet."

"Any piece that falls is enough to feed the carrots huddled in that shabby house for a whole year."

"Weasley, how long has it been since you bought new clothes and new textbooks?"

"Our Malfoy family is indeed noble. Only those who are rich are qualified to be noble."

"And you, tsk tsk, poor Weasleys, what are you?"

Malfoy didn't curse directly, but he hit Ron's sore spot.

Ron's face immediately turned red. He wanted to retort, but he couldn't think of a reason for the moment.

Because his family is really poor.

That is to say, Dolly was not present. If she were there, she would definitely remind Ron not to dwell on his weaknesses.

Since you are poor, then don't discuss the issue of wealth, and attack Malfoy's weaknesses.

For example, the Malfoy family are all Death Eaters, Malfoy will definitely go to Azkaban in the future, and the Weasleys will be Dumbledore's most determined fighters.

By then, it will be Malfoy who will be defeated.

Obviously, Ron is still too sweet (naive) now.

He has high offense but low defense and is very concerned about his reputation. It will take several years for him to truly mature.

Instead, it was Harry who spoke up at this time, saying, "Malfoy, what does your family's wealth have to do with you?"

“People who are truly capable can make money on their own.”

"People like you will live off the wealth and there might not be any Malfoy family left after you."

Malfoy laughed dramatically and said, "That assumption is meaningless, Potter."

"The wealth of our Malfoy family is beyond your imagination. The Malfoy family will always stand tall!"

"You will never understand the pride of a pure-blood family!"

After saying this, Malfoy puffed out his chest. At least when it comes to his family bloodline, Malfoy is extremely confident.

Ron and Harry were speechless for a moment, and at this moment Neville's calm voice sounded, but it was like a sharp knife piercing Malfoy's chest.

"But as far as I know, the Malfoy family is neither the richest nor the oldest pure-blood family."

"Moreover, most pure-blood families are doomed. If you, Malfoy, die in an accident, won't the Malfoy family be finished?"

Neville could swear on Merlin's beard that he had no intention of humiliating Malfoy.

He was just stating an objective fact. The decline of pure-blood families was a recognized reality.

Take the Weasley family, which Malfoy couldn't see clearly.

The Weasley family is indeed very poor, but they have many children!

None of Ron's brothers and sisters were easy to deal with, and when they grew up they naturally became the new Weasley family.

If everyone in Ron's generation raises two or three more children, in less than 20 years, many important departments in the British wizarding world will be filled with red-haired Weasleys.

Isn't this more powerful than the Malfoys using gold Galleons to win people's hearts?

Malfoy was almost furious, looking at Neville in disbelief.

Who could have thought that Neville, who looked the most honest, was actually the most vicious one and even wanted to curse him to death.

Neville also realized that his words were misunderstood by Malfoy and was about to say something to ease the misunderstanding.

Ron, seizing the opportunity, burst into laughter, as if he had witnessed the downfall of the Malfoy family.

Malfoy naturally couldn't just give up like that and continued to taunt Ron, but Ron had already grasped Malfoy's sore spot.

The two sides exchanged verbal attacks, becoming increasingly intense.

If Malfoy had not remained calm and knew that he could not win, the two sides might have really fought.

At this moment, Dolly in the Room of Requirement yawned.

She had no one to argue with, so she naturally felt sleepy soon.

Just as Dolly was wondering whether she should let Dot stare at him and take a break for a while, she suddenly saw several people in Hagrid's hut move.

They rushed into each other, colliding violently, as if four people were twisted into a ball.

Are they playing some kind of passion game?

Obviously impossible.

Then there is only one answer, they fought.

Dolly was not surprised by this. In fact, after looking at the Marauder's Map for so long, the thing she was most looking forward to was when they would start fighting.

When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous of each other. Especially because of the appearance of Dolly, the hatred between Malfoy and Harry seems to be more intense than in the original book.

Now that they finally have the chance to take action, how could Harry and the others miss it?

But whether or not to fight is one thing, but whether or not to kill someone is another.

Gryffindor was deducted points, but Dolly didn't care.

But Harry was targeted by the Ministry of Magic and even thrown into Azkaban, which was something Dolly could not accept.

So Dolly cleaned up her appearance and prepared to stop the fight between the four little boys.

Instead, Malfoy rushed out of the room and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

What the hell?

Malfoy was possessed?

Malfoy wasn't possessed, he was simply escaping.

And it wasn't Harry and the other three that he wanted to avoid.

Although Malfoy was beaten black and blue, these were only superficial injuries.

In fact, for a first-year wizard, even one like Malfoy, it is difficult to cause any substantial damage with spells.

Chanting an incantation and waving a wand to cast a spell is far less effective than punching the opponent in the nose with a wand.

For example, Harry did this, so Malfoy looked miserable.

But these were just superficial injuries, not enough to make Malfoy retreat. After all, this was to protect the honor of the Malfoy family.

What really made him escape was the dark shadow lying on the window, shrouded in a black robe with a sparkling silver-white liquid on the robe, as if it were blood.

Malfoy felt that he saw a ghost, so he ran away, leaving it to Harry and the other two to deal with.

In order to avoid being targeted by the evil spirit, he even ran in the opposite direction of the evil spirit, and only stopped after running to the edge of the forbidden forest and hiding under a big tree.

At this time, Harry and the others finally realized what was happening and screamed.

Even the young wizards of Gryffindor were filled with fear when they saw ghosts beyond their understanding.

Neville's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Ron's legs were weak and he could hardly stand up.

Harry tried to pull Ron to escape, but found that Ron couldn't pull him away, and Neville even fainted.

In desperation, he could only take out his wand and shout at the ghost: "Don't come over here, or I will use magic!"

The ghost was looking in Harry's direction, his face hidden in the hood and unable to be seen clearly.

But as he tilted his head slightly, Harry's forehead began to sting, and the pain was so severe that Harry almost fainted.

There were bursts of low laughter, followed by a burst of unintelligible words.

The ghost seemed to have received an order and stretched out his hand in Harry's direction.

The window in front of him shattered directly, and even a piece of the wall was torn off by him.

At this moment, this ghost, like a monster crawling out of hell, approached him in a way that Harry could not understand at all.