Chapter 893 (1/2)

”What the hell are you doing? Did Malfoy provoke you again, and George... ” Hermione, who just rushed over, had an indescribable expression on her face, which could not be said to be a complaint. More importantly, it should be a kind of helplessness. Harry never had any good thing when he met Malfoy.

”What does Mrs. Hodge want to do with it?” Hermione asked, Harry standing in silence, and George, both of them apparently not pulling away from the excitement.

”Professor McGonagall, I'll take them there now...” Fanlin said, ”well, we'll be back in a minute. Don't worry.”

Hermione nodded and the three walked out of the Quidditch arena without saying a word.

At the entrance of the hall, the howling and teasing of the audience gradually faded. They could not hear any other sound, only their own footsteps. Harry realized that something was still struggling in his right hand, and that the knuckles of his right hand were bruised as he hit Malfoy's jaw.

Look, Harry saw the snitch's little silver wings coming out of his fingers, struggling to escape.

”Harry, you have to be careful, I think Umbridge will not miss this opportunity, so, you two...” Van Lin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell into Harry's hands, and the snitch was still in his hands.

Harry and snitch are really predestined. From the first year to Dumbledore's death, the snitch's trajectory runs through the most important period of Harry's life.

Just as they were about to arrive at Professor McGonagall's office, she caught up with them in the corridor.

Professor McGonagall was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but when she strode towards them she took it off and turned blue.

”Go in!” She said angrily, pointing to the door, Harry and George walked in. ”And you, you go in.”

Professor McGonagall said rudely to van Lim.

Fanlin some helpless, as the student union president's responsibility?

Ghost knows what responsibility this is. Anyway, he doesn't understand at all. The establishment of DA has been the best effort he can make, although it is only in compliance with the rules of development.

McGonagall strode behind the desk and looked at them, trembling with excitement as she threw Gryffindor's scarf to the ground.

”So?” She said, ”I saw such shameful behavior. You two! Give me a reason

”Malfoy's provocative,” said Harry stubbornly, regardless of the color of Vaseline.

”Provoking you?” Exclaimed Professor McGonagall, hitting the table with a blow, so her latticed tin rolled to one side and shook open, and the pale yellow newt crawled to the ground.

”He just lost, didn't he? Of course, he will be provocative! But what can he say to make you two like this... ”

”He insulted my parents,” George roared. ”And Harry's mother.”

”But the two of you didn't let Mrs. Hodge deal with it, but decided to show you a Muggle duel, didn't you? And you, don't tell me you can't stop it. I saw you on the field before the incident Professor McGonagall roared, along with van Lin's share, which made van Lin a little surprised. Is this a disaster free?