Chapter 437： 2 prophecies (1/2)

Malfoy is very upset, and since Gryffindor easily defeated Hufflepuffs, he has been in a bad mood.

Malfoy couldn’t believe that with Professor Snape personally stepping down as a referee, the Hufflepuffs still lost the game, and that they lost the game simply and at that incredible speed. , It is simply the best waste among the waste.

Malfoy, no, the entire Slytherin College students have been scolding the Hufflepuffs for the trash these days. They actually know that students from other colleges would like to see Slytherin College lose this year's Quidditch Trophy or even the College Cup. They were all jealous of Slytherin College, and Malfoy felt extremely angry as they watched their conspiracy about to succeed.

In Malfoy's heart, Slytherin is always the best college, and as for Gryffindor, it is only worthy of their stepping stone.

There are other reasons why Malfoy's mood is so irritable, his eyes were bruised by the poor Weasley on the day of the Quidditch game.

Although the bruises had subsided under Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Malfoy still felt a faint pain in his eyes.

”Damn Weasley, **** Gryffindor!” As Malfoy gently rubbed his swollen right eye and cursed in a low voice, a fat cat came towards him from the end of the corridor in front of him. When he walked, it was a funny fat cat. He had never seen a cat so fat.

As we all know, there is only one cat like Hogwarts, and that is the cat named Tom raised by Gryffindor's genius Albert Anderson.

Albert Anderson!

Malfoy felt even worse when he remembered the name. He still hadn't forgotten that the anonymous gift of the Christmas holiday brought him unforgettable memories. Those cockroaches crawling out of the gift bag are still shadows entwined deep in his heart, making him unforgettable for a long time.

”Grab the fat cat!” Malfoy suddenly said to Gore and Crabbe beside him. He knew that the **** Muggle wizard cared about his fat cat. If it disappears, of course, Malfoy did not intend to kill a cat, but he wanted to hide the fat cat so that the Muggle wizard could not find his cat. Malfoy could not wait to appreciate the annoying An anxious look on the face of the Muggle wizard of mine.

Both Gore and Crabb hesitated, they had heard that Albert was not easy to mess with.

”I just want to have fun with it,” Malfoy sensed the hesitation of Gore and Crabbe, and he cursed a word of trash in his heart, and began to explain, ”I just want to invite it to our lounge.”

When the two were about to catch Tom, Fat Cat Tom seemed to have felt that the two guys in front of him had no good intentions, and immediately turned around and ran away.

”Grab that cat.”

Just as Malfoy was about to take out his magic wand to freeze Tom, a very cold voice rang in the ears of the three of them: ”What are you going to do to my cat?”

Gore and Crab looked at Albert, but they dared not chase the cat anymore.

”Meow!”

Tom immediately hid behind Albert's thigh, stretched out his head and stared at the two guys chasing him, yelled at Albert, or rubbed his feet, seemed to be complaining to Albert: these three The guy bullied me.

”Draco Malfoy, isn't it!” Albert bent over and picked up his cat, then raised his head and pierced the blond boy in front of him with an oppressive gaze. ”Something happened to my cat in the future. You did it.”

”Are you threatening me?” Malfoy pursed his lips tightly, resisting shaking and staring at Albert.

”No, I'm just telling you the fact.” Albert took a few steps forward, his eyes became colder and more oppressive. It was the indifference that had evolved after killing someone. Malfoy looked at Albert. Shaking slightly under pressure.

”What are you doing here?”

A stern voice was like a torch lit in the dark. Malfoy only felt the pressure on his body disappear. He took a deep breath and said to the person who came: ”Professor Snape, he is threatening me.”