some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Under Hagrid's chatter, the three of William knew the story of Professor Kettleburn.

When Professor Kettleburn was teaching, Professor Dippett was still the principal.

But the old headmaster thought he was a bit reckless, so he went through a full 62-year probationary period before he became a professor.

Kettleburn shares Hagrid's fondness for dangerous magical creatures and works to introduce cuties to cuter students.

Most dangerously, he set the auditorium on fire when he attempted to cast a spell on a pyromella to play a worm in the school play Fountain of Luck.

"However, he is really a rare good person. I like him very much. I have learned a lot about magical animals from him."

Hagrid chattered on and on, and even Professor Kettleburn had tried for 62 years, and he was worried about whether he could become a teacher of protecting magical animals.

Hagrid was more worried about his criminal record, which might disqualify him from being a professor.

The three of William looked at each other, and they really couldn't help with this matter.

If Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to be a professor, he would probably clear his case.

"Don't tell anyone yet, I'm afraid I won't end up being a teacher protecting magical animals," Hagrid warned.

All three nodded.

At this time, Yaya's cry came from outside the door.

Hagrid hastily dropped the book in the high hanging basket.

"who is it?"

"It's us, Hagrid," came Harry's voice. "Why is the door closed in broad daylight?"

"Oh, it's Harry..."

Hagrid opened the door quickly, only to see Harry Ron walking in together, followed by Hermione and Anne.

"Annie's coming too?" Hagrid cheerfully brought her herring pies.

Hagrid and Roy are good friends, and he likes seeing the Stark children very much.

"Hurry up, Anne, it's delicious." Hermione eagerly urged.

Wait... Hermione also enthusiastically promoted her food during the summer vacation!

Annie blinked, took the rock cake, stared at the dark food, and glanced at the crowd... No one ate, she immediately became vigilant.

Hermione was a little disappointed.

"Why did you end the training so quickly?" Qiu asked for information.

Harry hesitated for a moment, scratching his scalp, looking uncharacteristically.

"There is nothing to say, the Slytherin students are here!" Ron said angrily.

"Haven't you already applied for the venue with Mrs. Hooch?" Cedric asked. "How can they still come?"

"They have a special note from Snape to train new Seekers!"

"Slytherin has not been selected yet, and there is a new Seeker?" Qiu frowned.

Lack of information...they don't even know.

"Yeah, Lucius Malfoy donated seven light wheels 2001 to Slytherin, so Malfoy was selected!" Ron said indignantly.

"Is it amazing to be rich?!"

Qiu and Cedric didn't care about Ron's resentment, after all, his money skills were really amazing.

The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and began to weigh how much the upgrade of the broom would increase Slytherin's combat power.

This small interaction landed on Harry like drinking lemonade for 82 years.

So sour!

His cavernous body hurts so sour!

But William looked at several people, and suddenly asked: "Did you have a conflict with Slytherin?"

"Ah."

"what happened?"

"I slapped Malfoy." Annie said, holding the rock cake, looking up.

Both Qiu and Cedric looked at Annie in shock.

"Why?" William asked calmly.

"Malfoy called Hermione a 'Mudblood'."

Bang!

Hagrid squashed the cup in his hand, looking indignant. "Is it true, that bad boy?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "but I don't know what that means. Of course, I can hear it being very rude..."

"That's an insult," Anne said softly. "A mudblood is an insult to a Muggle-born wizard."

"Yes, if you ask me, that slap was really soothing." Ron echoed.

"Annie, how do you know?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Dumbledore gave me a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" as a bedtime story. Behind each story, there is his comment, which records this sentence." Annie explained.

In fact, the insulting words in the magical world are not limited to mudbloods, but also include a series of compound words such as "shit eater" and "scum eater", which are almost equivalent to the national curse of the Celestial Dynasty.

Although in the keyboard world of the Celestial Dynasty, the average person is Zuan, and they are used to this kind of insulting words every day.

But if someone scolds others like this in public... the beatings are probably light.

Annie quickly described what happened next, including Hermione knocking down the Slytherin students with her wand.

"Well, I don't blame you for beating him." Hagrid looked at Anne and Hermione worriedly.

"But Lucius Malfoy may come to the school aggressively. He's the school trustee."

William took a sip of the pine needle tea Hagrid made, and said calmly, "It's okay, Malfoy doesn't dare to come, as long as Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts."

Malfoy couldn't take care of himself now, and the Aurors went to search his house several times. He didn't have time to come to the school to trouble Dumbledore for such a thing.

expulsion of students?

That is the principal's right, and the school manager is just taking advantage of the money.

The only thing worth caring about is the school rules. After all, attacking classmates with magic is actually a very bad thing.

The school rules don't stipulate that you can't swear, but it stipulates that you can't attack classmates with magic.

Fighting is not allowed under any circumstances.

This matter is big or small!

"Let's go." William stood up.

"Why go?" Annie asked suspiciously.

"You don't think this is over, do you?" William shook his head.

"You guys, nave! The pattern is broken."

"Students who beat Slytherin, they will probably go to Professor Snape to complain, and we will go to Professor McGonagall."

Malfoy would definitely file a criminal complaint, otherwise he wouldn't be talking about "my dad" every day.

William didn't let everyone go. When Harry was around, Professor Snape was usually very excited... It was not easy to handle with him.

William led Hermione and Anne towards Professor McGonagall's office.

His guess was right, Malfoy really went to find Professor Snape.

And Snape was asking questions in Professor McGonagall's office.

Malfoy stood beside him, with a white bandage deliberately wrapped around his head, looking extremely injured.

"Stark, Miss Granger, you came just in time, Professor Snape said, you beat the Slytherin students on the court?" Professor McGonagall stared at the three seriously.

"Yes, I slapped Malfoy." Anne quickly admitted without shirking responsibility. "It's nothing to do with Hermione, though."

"Related! This mud... She used the Disarming Curse to sneak up on me, causing me to hit the Quidditch cue." Malfoy said bitterly.

"She also attacked six other members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and two good friends of mine!"

Malfoy didn't mention his insults, he cut off the head and tail, pretended to be the victim, and kept the beatings under wraps.

"Gee, I'm so disappointed." Snape's thin lips twisted into a horrible smile.

"Attacking students with magic in school, and attacking so many? Tsk tsk, Professor McGonagall, I think such violent students can be expelled!"

Snape hated school violence the most.

"That's right, Professor Snape, that's very well said." William said, "I think it's true that all seven students from the Slytherin Quidditch team should be expelled."

"What did you say?" Snape stared at William.

"Malfoy just said that Hermione hit the Slytherins, and two of their best friends... I really don't understand."

William showed just the right amount of doubt.

"Hermione, a little second-year wizard, how did she beat ten Slytherin students by herself, especially how many senior students among them?"

William stared at Snape, "It's a joke, but no idiot would really believe such an obvious lie, would it?"

"Or, let me put it another way... ten of Slytherin's students beat up Hermione, a second-year little witch, and now they bite back?"

William turned the offensive and buckled his hat.

"We didn't hit her!" Malfoy growled.

They did not fight, and before they could react, they were all knocked down.

But if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who will believe it?

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall cast a suspicious glance at Malfoy.

Snape opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He did ignore the question just now.

Snape knew that Dumbledore would not fire Granger, he was actually here to disgust Stark.

Who let his sister and Hermione be involved in it.

The worst result is nothing more than a punishment, deducting points from Gryffindor's house.

But say believe it?

If this got out, wouldn't Slytherin be ridiculed by students from other houses?

You can't beat one out of ten, so go home and raise pigs!

Snape was a decent person, he really wanted this face, otherwise he wouldn't be begging for nothing to win the Academy Cup every year!

Snape quickly thought of another piece of news: at the last Quidditch World Cup, twenty Russian fans beat up two hundred British fans.

Why wasn't this reported?

What a shame!

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(End of this chapter)