Chapter 12： Wizards know martial arts, no one can stop them

They turned around and found nothing. But when they got back to the carriage, Neville was already there waiting for them. The three chatted for a while, and Tom learned from Neville that he was a member of the Longbottom family, but he had lived with his grandmother since childhood.

After several conversations, Tom felt that Neville was a little more introverted, but he was not bad in nature. He looked dull, but it was also because of his lack of self-confidence.

At this moment, the compartment door was pushed open again, and Tom wished from the bottom of his heart that he could add a lock to the door or learn a locking spell or something. Like the public toilet, anyone can enter, and there is no privacy at all.

Three boys came in this time, led by a pale, thin, blond boy. Next to him stood two little chubby stumps, both of them were ugly, they were not big but they looked very strong, they looked like tomb-suppressing beasts at the entrance of the tomb.

"I heard that as long as you send this here, you can find a hidden location?" The blond boy turned slightly to the side and pointed to the little fat hand on his right. toad.

The boy was not bad-looking and well-dressed, but he was annoying as soon as he opened his mouth: he spoke slowly and dragged his tongue, which was indescribably disgusting.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle." The blond boy introduced himself when he noticed Tom was looking at them, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"River!" Neville stood up in surprise and called out the name of his toad.

His voice caught Malfoy's attention, and he realized that there were two other people in the box.

"Longbottom?" He looked at Neville and made a strange noise with his nose, "I mean, who else would bring a toad to school now, after all, want a toad, in the potions classroom I can find a hundred of them. But if it's yours, it's not surprising."

"Okay," Tom interrupted his sarcasm, "the hiding place is on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle. There is a drip-mouth stone beast at the entrance. You can enter by answering the command, which is usually the name of various sweets. ."

The moment he saw Malfoy, Tom didn't want to tell him the location of the school kitchen.

"Interesting." Malfoy approved the deal, he glanced at his sidekick, and the little chubby dumpling threw the toad in Neville's hand. Neville's head was already lowered, completely refusing to look up to meet Malfoy's eyes.

The three of them were about to leave, but before leaving, Malfoy remembered something and asked Tom and Hermione slowly, "I don't know your names yet."

"Tom Yoder."

"Hermione Granger."

Malfoy pondered for a while, and found that the two surnames were completely missing in his mind. At least the British wizarding world did not exist. The surname Yordle seemed to be more German.

"Your parents are Muggles, right?"

After getting a positive answer, Malfoy's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said to Neville in a disdainful tone: "It seems that the Longbottom family is going to follow in the footsteps of the Weasley family? Tian Tian and a group of hemp seeds. Mix it up, tsk tsk tsk."

"But that's fine. If your parents are of Weasley's blood, maybe they can have a few more cubs, so that even if one of them is a fool, it won't get in the way."

As soon as those words were uttered, Neville suddenly stiffened, and Hermione's eyes widened in anger. But Malfoy wasn't finished yet.

He turned to Hermione: "I know and understand your feelings, I want to quickly get involved with the pure-blood family, which is understandable, but you are too hungry to eat, this guy has the stupidity of his stupid parents, his brain Not bright..."

Neville suddenly shouted and jumped up to jump on Malfoy, but was kicked back to his seat by Goyle next to Malfoy. Hermione hurriedly supported him without knocking his head against the window.

"Idiot." Malfoy scolded Neville quite disdainfully, and he suddenly came to his senses: Tom is a Muggle, how does he know about the secrets of Hogwarts? As a pure-blooded descendant, he doesn't even know!

"Are you lying to me?" Malfoy's pale cheeks flushed slightly.

Tom didn't answer this question, he just said thoughtfully: "Malfoy, Malfoy..."

He slapped as if he suddenly remembered something: "I remember it! I've heard of this surname!"

Malfoy: ? ? ?

"I have seen the love letter written by Lucius Malfoy I, the ancestor of the Malfoy family, in pursuit of Queen Elizabeth I in the British Museum!"

Malfoy: ! !

To him, this sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Crabbe and Goyle beside him, as well as Neville, who was half lying on the seat of the carriage, all showed a surprised look: You must know that the family that most supports pure-bloodism in the Pureblood Twenty-Eight family is the Malfoy family. Now someone tells them that the ancestors of the family liked a Muggle? Is the love letter still in the Muggle Museum's collection?

Malfoy's face was as red as the Weasley family's hair, and he opened his eyes wide and called, "How can you be so innocent..."

"What innocence? I saw that letter with my own eyes in the British Museum of the British Museum a few days ago." Hermione also followed Tom's words, and UU Reading helped him to cheer.

Malfoy blushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

"Bastard!" In the end, he only stammered out such a sentence, and then slammed forward, looking like he wanted to make a move.

Tom immediately reached into his trouser pocket, but Malfoy was faster than him, not as fast as he was pulling his wand, but he directly stretched out his left hand, and a ring on his index finger lit up at once.

"Except your weapons!"

All at once, Tom's wand was blown away.

Malfoy touched his ring proudly and said, "This is the magic alchemy tool that my father gave me, not to mention a three-legged cat like you, even an adult wizard, as long as he is not an Auror or a striker, he can't stop it. ."

Next, Crabbe and Goyle also came up with good intentions.

"Take off their pants, who wants to see the color of their underwear?" Malfoy asked with a smile.

Tom shook his head. Why do wizards always have the illusion that as long as a person has his wand in hand, he has no ability to resist?

Looking at the approaching two chubby dudes, he took a step forward and swung his fists, first a left hook, then a right elbow, hitting the bridge of Crabbe's nose and Gore's abdomen. He fell down, revealing Malfoy, who seemed to be winning, just now he had just finished asking that sentence.

Malfoy never dreamed that such an unexpected change could take place in the already stable battle situation. He wanted to roar at his two followers: Two fights and one kills, will you play, but it's too late, He saw that the boy named Tom had already kicked up and kicked him.

"Left is kicking!" Tom knocked Malfoy down neatly.

With only three moves, the enemy was resolved.