I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Everyone climbed up the stairs and soon came to the top stand.

It is almost flush with the ball frame and overlooks the entire stadium, which is the best viewing point.

The best viewing point, of course, cannot have too many seats. There are only eight boxes in total, named after the eight planets of the solar system.

Led by Rove, they quickly found the room named Uranus according to the nameplate, and then walked into the box.

There are already two wizards sitting in the room, namely...Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney.

Professor McGonagall stood up from her chair, she smiled and said, Newt, Tina... Long time no see.

Newt nodded slightly, and Tina enthusiastically walked over, hugged McGonagall warmly, and pressed a wet kiss on her cheek.

Minerva, it's good to see you.

The three old men had known each other many years ago and were very good friends, and they would exchange pleasantries.

Rove glanced at Professor Trelawney who was still watching the prophecy ball, and greeted her with a smile.

Shirley and Professor McGonagall have a close relationship, far more than ordinary teachers and students, and Professor McGonagall loves Quidditch... Rove wrote to invite her to come.

Since they all invited Professor McGonagall, he also invited Trelawney by the way.

After all, she is the descendant of an old friend. As an elder, Rove should take care of her.

Professor Trelawney stared at the prophecy ball in a daze, but from the corner of his eye, he kept looking at Rove.

Although she doesn't like to go out and always stays in the North Tower, she also reads the Daily Prophet when she has nothing to do.

She knows that most of the top boxes are given out as free tickets.

The audience who can sit here are either rich or expensive, or have deep connections, or have a very high reputation in the magic world.

Therefore, the tickets here are really not easy to buy, at least the few that have been sold out are rumored to have sold for sky-high prices in the black market!

With the meager salary of Hogwarts, I might not be able to afford it for another ten years.

But Rove got so many tickets all at once, almost occupying a box... She was secretly startled.

And this guy actually invited himself to watch the game.

Professor Trelawney has a deeper understanding of this teenager who has an unusual relationship with his great-great-grandmother Cassandra.

If Rove wasn't too young, Trelawney couldn't help but suspect that he had an affair with her great-great-grandmother.

While everyone was chatting, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Rove frowned slightly, and there were people making trouble in the top box, so it couldn't be Malfoy and Weasley, right?

But it seems that only the two of them will point the needle at Maimang regardless of the situation, always wanting to fuck each other hard.

Rove got up and walked out of the box, looking into the distance, he was stunned.

It was really Lucius Malfoy who was making trouble, but the one who was fighting with him was not Arthur Weasley, but... Sirius Black.

Rove sighed inexplicably, isn't this a kind of tauren?

At this time, Lucius was confronting Sirius with his wife and son. It seemed that he had a numerical advantage, which made him appear particularly confident.

Sirius, I heard from Draco that you bullied him at Hogwarts?!

Lucius, I'm just helping you teach your son how to be a human being. Sirius smiled and glanced lightly at Draco, who turned pale and took a step back in fear.

Lucius immediately said angrily, What's the point of bullying a fourteen-year-old child?

I said I was helping you educate him. Sirius smiled sarcastically.

This spoiled brat, timid and cowardly, takes pleasure in bullying students, and when he's taught a lesson, all he can say is 'I'm going to tell daddy!'

Sirius imitated Draco's tone and laughed:

It's exactly the same as when you were a child. As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, I just correct his bad habits for you.

You have been imprisoned inside for so many years, and those dementors still haven't been able to erase your bad temper. Lucius sneered.

Yeah, I'm really envious of you having so many good friends, who can help you get rid of your crimes, and cost a lot of money, right? Sirius said sarcastically.

But your real good friends are waiting for you in Azkaban...Bellatrix...her husband Rodolphus...

When will you two go in, I will suggest to the minister to get you a double room.

How dare you talk like that, Sirius! Narcissa roared viciously.

It's okay, Naxi. Malfoy pressed his pale and slender fingers on her shoulders, stopping her:

I think Sirius is going to be with dear James before we go to be with Bella.

These words ignited Sirius almost instantly, he suddenly raised his wand, and Lucius had already raised his wand.

The two rays of light collided with each other, making a piercing sound.

Draco screamed in terror, and Narcissa immediately dragged her son behind her, and she raised her wand again, aiming at Sirius who was fighting Lucius.

Disarm you!

Narcissa's timing was very good, it was the moment when Sirius released the magic, and she was confident that the spell would hit him.

But the woman was horrified to find that her arm was uncontrollably tilted to the left, and the disarming spell actually...

Hit Lucius on the back!

Lucius' wand flew high into the air, and he jumped off the ground, hitting the railing and nearly falling through the crack.

Draco turned his head and saw a familiar boy looking at them with a smile, his face paler.

Fighting is fighting, talk about Wude, don't engage in sneak attacks... Two against one is not a good habit.

Rove smiled and said, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, how about I come to play with you?

Narcissa wanted to struggle, but found that her whole body was controlled by the young man, her wrists, neck and knees seemed to be tied with an invisible rope, making her like a marionette.

Rove grinned. This spell called Fishing Puppet was something he secretly learned from Lestrange a thousand years ago.

This spell is a controlling magic, and the wizard who is hit will do the same action as the caster.

Therefore, Rove swayed his body lightly, and Narcissa danced with him, exactly the same as his movements.

Draco saw his mother being controlled, and he didn't care about the fear. He immediately took out his wand and shouted:

Let go of my mother... an oolong comes out...

Before the spell was finished, Rove raised his arm, and Narcissa also raised his arm. She slapped her son in the face with a big bib.

The force was not very heavy, but Draco didn't dare to move anymore, he just cried: My father...

Your father is still lying on the ground. Rove said softly:

Mrs. Malfoy, how about we have some fun?

I have learned yoga for a few days, and I can put my legs on my neck, why don't you try it too?

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