Chapter 208 (1/2)
Ron was a little frustrated to prepare again. Although it was not difficult to tidy up the roots of different sizes, it made Ron very upset.
But Malfoy obviously won't stop there, and Harry, he's only affecting Ron now.
”And, sir, I need someone to peel the figs for me.” Malfoy said his voice was full of malicious laughter.
”Potter, you can skin Malfoy's figs.” Snape said he gave Harry a disgusting look that he had always reserved for Harry.
Harry took Malfoy's figs, and Ron began to repair the roots he had to use now. Harry peeled the figs as soon as possible. Throw it across the table to Malfoy without saying a word. Malfoy laughed more maliciously.
”Hey, Potter...” Malfoy whispered, and Fanlin swore that Snape could hear him, but Professor Snape didn't mean to stop him. He's far away from here, he's looking for points deduction projects, Neville is a good choice, Simo can also.
”Hey...” Malfoy continued to cry, but Harry didn't mean to look up.
”Come on, Potter...” Malfoy jokingly said, the tone is full of Malfoy style irony.
”I think there's something here that you must be very interested in...” Malfoy pretended to be deep. ”What's the name of your filthy friend with the blood of a giant, rube Hagrid, and that stupid, damned bird Oh Yes Buckbeak. ”
”What do you want to do?” Harry raised his head suddenly, and anyone could hear the anger in his words. His voice was a little loud, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. But Professor Snape seemed not to hear him at all. He turned his back to them. Snape was one-on-one with Neville Points will be deducted.
”Interested this time, Potter?”
”Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, or I won't let you go, if something happens to Hagrid...” Harry said angrily, and he patted his things on the table.
”It's terrible...” Malfoy pretended to be trembling and looked like he was imitating Neville, which, of course, aroused Harry's anger
”He's finished, Potter...”
”What do you say?” Harry asked incredulously, ”what have you done?”
”I'm afraid he can't be a teacher any more,” Malfoy said, pretending to be sad. ”My father is very unhappy with my injury -”
”go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you a real one.” Roared Ron.
“…… He has complained to the school administrators. And complained to the Ministry of magic. My dad was a big influence, you know. What's more, such a kind of trauma that is not good for old people... ” Malfoy sighed with a fake voice, ”if my arms can't be restored to their original state, who knows what will happen?”
”That's why you're pretending,” said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of one of the dead caterpillars, his hands shaking with anger. ”I'm thinking of a way to get Hagrid fired.”
”Well,” said Malfoy, his voice muffled like a whisper, ”in part, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley? Cut the caterpillars for me. ”