Chapter 564

The next day at Hogwarts was terrible for Harry.

He's been through a similar situation before. It was second grade, and most of the people in the school during those months suspected that he had attacked his classmates.

But Ron was there to support him. But now, he thought, if Ron was around to support him, he would be able to cope with all the other students in the school.

But if Ron doesn't want to talk to him, he doesn't try to persuade him to talk to him. Nevertheless, he felt very lonely and suffered from disgust from all directions.

Even though he hates the attitude of the students in the huffpaff class, he can understand them. After all, they have their own players to support. And from the slytherinban Gang, he didn't expect them to give him anything but malice.

He was very unpopular among them.

Because he often helped Gryffindor beat them in Quidditch and interlibrary Championships.

He had expected Ravenclaw to support him as much as Cedric did, but he was wrong.

Most of Ravenclaw's classmates think that he cheated the flaming goblet into accepting his name in order to make himself more famous.

In fact, Cedric values the player more than he does. He was handsome: a straight nose, black hair and gray eyes.

It's hard to say whether he or Viktor Krum was more admired at that time.

At lunch, Harry saw a group of sixth grade girls who had been frantically looking for Krum's autograph asking Cedric to sign their schoolbags.

Sirius hasn't answered. Professor Trelawney said more often that his death was approaching. And Professor Villefort's evocation class, the harder he felt.

He had poor grades and did some extra homework. He was the only student to do extra homework except Neville.

After villiver's class, Hermione wanted to comfort him by saying, "Harry, it's really not that difficult. You just didn't pay attention She has been criticized in all classes as a dust trap, a wastebasket and a madman observer.

"I don't know what's going on here?" Said Harry gloomily.

A group of giggling girls hugged Cedric Digory past him, looking at him strangely, as if he were a giant snail.

"Forget it. I have to take potions in the afternoon."

Pharmacy classes have always been terrifying. Especially these days, everything in class is torture for Harry.

An hour and a half in the basement with Snape and the Slytherin group was the most unpleasant thing Harry could imagine.

Because they all changed their ways to punish him, who dared to be a player.

Last Friday, it was Hermione who kept whispering "don't pay attention to them, ignore them, ignore them." he just managed to survive. It seems that today is not much better.

After lunch, he went to the basement with Hermione and vaseline, and found the Slytherin guys around the door, each with a big badge pinned on the front of their robes.

At first Harry thought they were wearing s.p.e.w.

Later he saw the same words written in bright red letters, which glittered against the dim background. It says: support Cedric Digory - the real Hogwarts player!

"Do you like it? Porter. " Seeing Harry approaching, Malfoy exclaimed, "it's not all that, you see --"

he pressed the chapter on his chest, and the words on it disappeared, and another line of greenish words appeared: Potter stinks.

They burst into laughter. They all hold down their badges. "Potter stinks." It was all on, and Harry was red with green light.

"Oh, it's fun." Hermione made fun of Parkinson and her gang. They laugh louder than anyone else. "It's smart."

Ron and Dean and simmos are leaning against the wall. He doesn't laugh, but he doesn't defend Harry.

"Granger? Do you want one? " Malfoy handed one to Hermione. "I have so much! Take it, but don't touch my hand. I've just washed it, and you know I don't want a half breed to dirty my hands

Harry's anger over the past few days came to his mind. Before he knew it, he pulled out his wand, and the people around him retreated to the corridor.

"Harry!" Hermione warned him.

"Potter, then come." Malfoy was calm and drew out his wand. "Moody's not here now. He can't take care of you. Come on, if you have the guts

With that, Malfoy looked warily at Van Lin, who didn't mean to start with Harry.

"Of course, if you want to do it, I don't mind taking you both..."

Malfoy's words have not finished. To tell the truth, Malfoy doesn't know where the courage comes from. It's hard for him to fight alone with Harry. If you add van Lin

"Furnanculus" Harry's spell interrupted Malfoy.In a flash, Malfoy was quick to react.

"Denso!"

The light of two magic wands entangled in the sky, and then the surface became hot.

There are too many people here. Naturally, some injuries can not be avoided.

Van Lim frowned, and he intercepted all the charms flying to Gryffindor.

But Slytherin's team is not so lucky.

Instead of hitting Malfoy, Harry's curse hit Goyle behind Malfoy.

Gore chubby face instantly grew a lot of big pustules, looks disgusting.

"You've been hiding behind him, Potter."

Malfoy's curse did not work, on the contrary, he suffered a loss, he did not hit anything, which inevitably made him a little angry.

"I don't mind if you can stop it." Van Lin said, he was a little angry.

If he didn't stop the curse, it would be him or Hermione, no matter who he couldn't accept.

"Malfoy, I don't really want to fight with you..." Van Lin said

"Don't want to do it with me." Malfoy seemed to have been insulted. "Come on, Al, let me see your spell. I'll make you look like a stupid Weasley..."

Van Lin had to admit that Malfoy's map gun was still very lethal. At least, he provoked the discontent of all Gryffindor.

RON in particular, they are very bad tempered these days.

Everyone pulled out their wands, as if they could fight the whole thing in the next second. It's not the first time they've done this. They're very skilled at it.

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