Chapter 696

Just like the Gryffindors who are so nervous that they always like to make friends by feeling, at Slytherin college, students give more priority to considering their own interests.

So

Hey, you know, even the little lions will quarrel from time to time. So, it is self-evident how those shrewd little snakes get along with each other.

At present, in the public lounge of the snake yard with the "Slytherin dungeon", the atmosphere has been tight to the ear, as if there was a "creaking sound when the rope is about to be torn".

In fact, it was undoubtedly Malfoy standing at the door with a sneer that caused such tension. Not far from him, a ferocious student was struggling desperately, trying to get out of the hands of the two students holding his upper body, and then

Looking at his sudden appearance, I'm afraid he wants to punch Malfoy directly in the face.

"Calm down, calm down... Hector..."

Obviously, in the common room of Slytherin college, such a rude and "impolite" scene happened very rarely tonight - the boy named urqut was obviously very angry.

In the past, most of these Slytherins adhered to their hypocrisy and reserved principles. Even if they were often dissatisfied with a certain object, they always pressed their anger at the bottom of their heart.

Because they basically have their own pride, they also attach great importance to the so-called "face problem". Even if you want to vent your dissatisfaction, you will never like to solve everything in the open like Gryffindor.

In other words, as long as you put things in the dark... There are many ways to vent.

But at this moment tonight, the usual fake politeness that only floats on the surface seems to be broken by something.

"Come on, Hector... Isn't it just a Parkinson?"

The two students who grabbed Hector kept whispering persuasion in his ear, trying to calm him down. But after mentioning the surname "Parkinson", Hector seemed to struggle even more - which was undoubtedly counterproductive.

However, Malfoy, standing in front of Hector, still kept a sneer on his face, and his eyes showed a thick contempt without scruples.

"As a glorious Slytherin, he made such a move that only those stupid and savage Gryffindor would do." he hummed and smiled, "urqut... If you want me to see, you'd better go to Professor McGonagall to apply for transfer. I think you will become a special 'excellent' Gryffindor!"

At Slytherin college, the word "Gryffindor" was simply used to curse, and Malfoy's words were accompanied by strong irony.

"Shut up!" urqut shouted in his hoarse voice. "Malfoy! I want you to apologize to miss Parkinson immediately! What you did to a lady like that is really despised by Slytherin!"

But Malfoy just scoffed at it.

"Rough treatment?"

After repeating the word, he turned his head to the left. There, a girl was sitting on the floor, her lips pursed into a pale line.

"Pansy, tell me... Have I ever 'roughed' you?"

As soon as Malfoy said this, he suddenly calmed Hector. Instead of trying to break away from his classmates, he also turned his eyes to the girl on the floor.

It was just different from Malfoy's playfulness. At this time, urqut's eyes were filled with some complex emotions. There was some admiration and expectation... He was waiting, waiting for the other party to blame Malfoy with him.

Yes, Hector likes pansy, but he doesn't expect the other party to like him now. He just hoped that at this time, pansy could stand on the same front with his urqut, even if it was just for herself.

Unfortunately, in some cases, the reality will always go in the opposite direction to people's expectations.

"No... Draco just touched my arm. I didn't stand firm and fell..."

Even when talking at this moment, pansy's lips still have the white mark caused by pursing just now. And the words from her mouth were almost as pale as her lips.

"Do you understand?"

Malfoy's mouth lifted a cold smile. He took a step forward gently and put his handsome but gloomy face in front of Hector. There was almost only a finger distance between the two.

"If you want to play the game of heroes, go to the Gryffindor tower and don't make a fool of yourself in Slytherin dungeon!"

Before the words fell, the anger on urqut's face erupted more than just now. The two students who had been holding him to avoid making things big didn't react for a moment, and he immediately broke free of a right arm.

The next moment, Hector's angry fist riveted its strength and suddenly threw it out, falling on Malfoy's white cheek in the eyes of all the students present.

But at that moment, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and Malfoy's right palm appeared at urqut's wrist like a blink, firmly clasping each other's arm.

Hector's fist stopped on the side of Malfoy's face. It seemed that he could only touch the skin on his face, but he couldn't move forward a minute and a half.

No matter how hard he tried, Malfoy's hand clasped his right wrist like an iron hoop, but he couldn't see any force on Malfoy's face.

"What the hell are you doing..."

How could Malfoy possibly answer Hector's question? He grabbed Hector's wrist and suddenly shook it. The latter was brought down on the floor without resistance. The hard stone ground suddenly broke his elbow and covered with a trace of blood.

"As a noble wizard, you can only hit with your fist... Your barbaric behavior is more than insulting Slytherin college? If I say, you don't even have the qualification to study in Hogwarts!"

Malfoy's words were so eloquent that even though there were always some students in Slytherin's common room who were dissatisfied with his behavior, he had to admit that at least he was right.

But they don't know that among the Hogwarts, if they want to hit people with their fists one day, it is the seemingly "noble" Draco Malfoy in front of them.

"Ma Er Fu!"

Hector, who fell to the ground, covered his right wrist with his left hand. His eyes looked at Malfoy as if they were burning with anger, which could be clearly felt by others around him.

But Malfoy was still the same as at the beginning, with only a sneer on his face.

"Hector, you should know that you are lucky --" he said slightly. "Although you have wantonly offended me for some ridiculous reasons, I can forgive you generously. Also, don't think you can stand in front of me after I stay one level... You are not qualified!"

Just then, Malfoy suddenly turned his eyes and scanned the whole public lounge with cold and strong eyes. When the inexplicable sense of tension spread again and pressed all the little snakes out of breath, he spoke again

"This is the end of the matter today. I don't want it to be spread to other colleges, okay?"

With that, he raised his legs and walked to the passage leading to the bedroom. In the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared at the door hole. It was not until his footsteps faded that the students in the common room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just now... What was that... Was Malfoy so terrible before?"

A Slytherin graduate who has reached the seventh grade this year asked dryly, but when he made a sound, he was stunned and realized that his voice had become hoarse because of thirst, which made him swallow his saliva hard.

"There was something wrong with his appearance before he left school last time... Er... Who knows?"

"I heard that the black devil... Well, you know, that man... That man seems to have lived in Malfoy's house for many days..."

For a time, there were buzzing discussions in Slytherin's common room, but no one dared to speak too loudly. It's like... It's like I'm afraid that Malfoy who just left will suddenly appear again.

To say that Voldemort's incident is undoubtedly the most affected students of Slytherin college, because many of them have a direct or indirect relationship with death eaters.

Due to the strong victories of Marca and Dumbledore, during the period when the open and covert struggle between the order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters reached the peak, these little snakes became the most frightened students in Hogwarts.

But now, having managed to settle down, they are particularly sensitive to Malfoy's anomaly.

When the students around whispered, pansy Parkinson, who had fallen to the ground, had stood up again. In the final analysis, the reason for this was that she wanted to get close to Malfoy, who had just returned, and was pushed impatiently by the other party.

But such a fall would lead to such a farce, which even pansy didn't think of.

What she didn't expect was that Malfoy would

Pansy stood in place with a numb face and her ears were full of the voices of her classmates, but she still clung there as if she hadn't heard anything.

At this moment, Hector, who stood up for her, looked up at her on the ground. The fingerprint on her right wrist was clear, but she didn't even look at it.