Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The sky in late autumn was gloomy and gloomy, and the thick leaden gray clouds pressed the sky very low. Above the sky, red and blue figures shuttled through the outer layer of the dark clouds from time to time. Without the annoying singing, Ron performed a lot better. Si Leitling's goal was blocked five or six times out of ten. Judging from a goalkeeper who is playing for the first time, such a goal-keeping rate is still somewhat desirable.

There was a sudden exclamation from above the pitch, and Harry followed his gaze, not far away, the small, flickering Golden Snitch was hanging a few feet above the Slytherin end of the pitch.

He swoops over? ?In an instant, Malfoy rushed out from Harry's left, and a silver and green light fell on the broom? ?The Snitch rounded the base of the goal ring and flew to the other side of the stands, a turn that worked in Malfoy's favor, bringing him closer.Harry flipped the Firebolt, and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck? ?A few feet from the ground, Harry let go of the broom handle with his right hand and turned to the Snitch? ?On his right, Malfoy's arm stretched out too, grabbing enough? ?The moment the wind whistled and it was all over - Harry's fingers gripped the tiny, struggling golden ball - Malfoy's nails clawed desperately at the back of Harry's hand - Harry snapped The broom rose into the air, holding the struggling ball in its hand, and the Gryffindor supporters cheered loudly? ?They were saved, although Ron had scored so many goals that no one would remember if Gryffindor won.

Harry heard a sneer behind him, and he turned away, still clutching the Snitch tightly.Draco Malfoy landed beside him, his face pale with anger, but there was still a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't you?" A sneer appeared on Malfoy's face, "The lyrics are not bad? Such a stupid goalkeeper can also play. Is there no one in Gryffindor? Actually, if the It's nice to have fat and ugly lyrics, eh? It just doesn't rhyme well, and obviously whoever made up the song should have put his mother in."

"Sour grapes." Angelina gave Malfoy a disgusted look. "You are such a person, how can you be worthy of being accepted by Mr. Augustus?"

Malfoy blushed slightly, ignored Angelina, and continued to sneer at Harry, "But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? You're still on vacation there, aren't you? I don't know how you can bear that smell Stinks, but I guess you were brought up by Muggles, the Weasleys' den smells good—"

Fred and George heard what Malfoy was saying.The two brothers were shaking Harry's hand, and they froze.

"Don't pay attention to him," Angelina hurriedly held Fred back, "don't be impulsive, you lost the game, just show off your tongue for a while, and ignore this kind of uneducated guy. The day after tomorrow is the time for the rally , any conflict at this time, I am afraid it will just make this kind of villain succeed."

Fred nodded, let go of his hand slightly, and pulled George up to go back.

"It might be," Malfoy looked down and disdainful in his gray-blue pupils, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasleys' pigsty reminded you of—"

Harry didn't realize he had let go of George, only that a second later they were both pounced on Malfoy.He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching, he just wanted to make Malfoy hurt as much as possible.Not having time to draw his wand, he swung his fist with the Snitch in his fist and punched Malfoy in the stomach with all his strength.

Malfoy hadn't expected that under the watchful eyes of the crowd, these people were so reckless that they were thrown to the ground before they could even hold their wands.

"Harry! Harry! George! Stop!"

He heard girls screaming, Malfoy screaming, George cursing, whistles and shouts from people around him, but he ignored them.

A huge force suddenly erupted from among the three, and Harry, George, and Fred were shaken to the ground. Not far away, Augustus and his party gradually approached.

"What are you doing?" Augustus looked at Malfoy, who was curled up on the ground and screaming, with blood dripping from his nose, and turned to look at Harry, who stood up awkwardly from the ground, "Muggle fighting match?"

"Mr. Augustus," Malfoy struggled to stand up, looking at Harry with resentment in his eyes, "They did it first."

Augustus waved his hand, "It's right and wrong, I haven't witnessed what happened, so I can't judge. It's still on the Quidditch pitch, and Mrs. Hozaki decides everything."

Huo Qi smiled and nodded at Augustus, then turned and sternly said to Harry and the others, "Go back to the castle, you three, I'll take you directly to the dean's office!!"

After comforting Malfoy a few times, he dismissed the onlookers and left the arena with Harry and the others.

Malfoy followed behind Augustus, bowed his head in silence, without saying a word.

"Why, do you feel wronged?" Augustus asked calmly.

"No, after all, I was also at fault first." Malfoy responded in a low voice, "Besides, it's really wrong to insult their parents in words."

"Oh? You also know that it's wrong to insult other people's parents?" Augustus pretended to be surprised, "I thought you were born to insult other people's parents?"

"What's the point of speaking quickly? After losing the game, insulting others with your words. What else can you do except to show your narrow mind and low quality?" Augustus asked with a questioning tone.

"For the time being, it doesn't matter how many of them are with you in the Julius Army, and how they will get along in the future. It is a stranger, so insulting, what benefit will you have besides making enemies everywhere? I can’t see any strategy other than stupidity and recklessness. You don’t need to say anything extra, you choose the route yourself, and think about how to go.”

The bleak autumn wind was getting colder, Augustus stepped into the castle, turned and left.Malfoy stopped outside the door, looking down in reflection.

Huo Qi took Harry and the three of them to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Go in!" she snapped, pointing to the door.

Mag sat at the desk and looked at the people suspiciously.

After listening to Mrs. Huozaki's explanation, McGonagall threw Gryffindor's scarf on the ground, trembling with anger.

"Really?" she said. "I've never seen such a disgraceful performance. Three against one! Explain yourself!" "Malfoy provoked," said Harry stiffly.

"Provocation?" roared Professor McGonagall, thumping the table so hard that her checkered biscuit box slid to the floor and shook, sending ginger newt biscuits flying all over the floor.

Professor McGonagall bellowed, "Do you know that you—?"

"Ahem, ahem." George and Harry turned away together, and Dolores Umbridge stood in the doorway, wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her look even more like a giant toad. "Do you need my help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked in the sweetest voice in her bones.