Snakes at Hogwarts

"Help, help me, I~I abstain."

On the floor of the lounge, Marcel Flint asked for help from the crowd around him in a broken voice.

While he was speaking, his body continued to twitch, flopping feebly on the floor like a mad gorilla.

Despite his dislike of the muscle-headed idiot, Snape waved his wand and cast a stopping spell.

"Curse stop"

This is a universal breaking spell that can be used to stop the additional effects of most spells.

"Marcus, go and send your cousin to the infirmary." Snape glanced at Marsol on the ground angrily and scolded the little snake watching the battle.

A tall and strong man squeezed out of the crowd. He was at least 1.9 meters tall. His muscular and broad body looked extremely strong. In terms of figure alone, he even looked like a scaled-down Hagrid.

He has big teeth, which makes him look a bit silly, but under the messy black hair, there are a pair of gray eyes that flash a cunning light from time to time.

Maybe this strong senior isn't as stupid as he looks.

"I hope he can take a good look at the situation around him next time before he declares victory. Or should I say that his head is filled with muscles like a troll, making him feel that he can defeat magic with his fists?"

"I will teach him a lesson, Professor Snape." Marcus nodded towards Snape, and then looked angrily at several people in the duel circle, especially Andros, with his small gray eyes.

Perhaps because Andros was the first to attack his cousin, Marcus gave Andros a fierce look.

Why are you staring at me?

Sensing Marcus' gaze, Andros stared back unceremoniously.

Andros, who grew up in an orphanage, knew that he must not be cowardly at this time. If his eyes were a little evasive, the big man would bully him even more.

If I remember correctly, this Marcus is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Marcus didn't say anything in the end. He called two people out of the crowd, then transformed a stretcher and carried his cousin out together.

“What a brainless idiot.”

Watching Malfoy leave, Malfoy blew a loud whistle. His face turned rosy with excitement. This was the first time that he had knocked down someone with a curse.

Looking at the previous freshmen who were frightened by Marsol, Malfoy showed an ironic smile on his face, and he even made a wand with some pride.

"You guys, if you know what's going on, withdraw voluntarily. You have nothing to do with us here anymore." Malfoy said unceremoniously.

"Why?" An unknown newbie looked a little unconvinced.

"Because we are stronger than you. Do you understand? If you don't give up, then we can only jointly attack the ones who are in the way. What do you think, Andros?" Zabini glanced at Andros. He raised his wand first.

"If you end up now and can leave with dignity, do you want to be carried to the school hospital like that stupid guy just now?" Andros also raised the wand in his hand.

If it was accidentally picked up by these people, it would be a boat capsized in the gutter.

The unconvinced freshman swallowed a gulp of saliva when several magic wands were pointed at him.

"You go ahead and fight, I abstain." He put away his wand in a sullen voice, and then walked out of the duel circle without looking back.

He was a little unconvinced, but he could still distinguish the importance. The miserable look of Marsol Flint always stayed in his mind.

"Look, this is a smart man. Where are you?"

"We we quit too."

Now, the situation in the duel circle is very clear. Andros, Zabini, Malfoy and his two loyal followers are the only people left on the field.

"I think, to be fair, Malfoy, your two followers should quit as well." Andros pointed to Crabbe and Goyle behind Malfoy.

"Why? Besides, they have nothing to do with me. Whether they quit or who they want to help is their own business." Malfoy winked slyly.

"If the two of them withdraw, the three of us can have a fair competition. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to team up with Zabini to send you out, Malfoy."

"Just call me Brian." After hearing Andros's words, Zabini shrugged and pointed the wand at Malfoy.Obviously, he had no doubts about sending Malfoy away together.

"Honestly, I think these two people are of no use to you. You should know for yourself what their spell-casting abilities are like. Do you really think they can help? It's just a matter of a few spells to solve them."

If I remember correctly, the two little followers around Malfoy did not do well in the lower grades. If they really knew how to use magic spells, then it would be Harry and the others who were beaten on the train. Ron.

"I really think about you, Malfoy. Or do you think that as the heir of the Malfoy family, you actually need help from others in a duel?"

In this way, even if you become a shadow prefect, there is no guarantee that no one will gossip about you. "Andros's tone seemed extremely sincere, like an old friend who had known him for many years and was actively giving advice to his good friend.

However, they had just met an hour ago.

"Crabbe, Goyle, you two go down first."

Perhaps because he knew that these two people could not help him much, or because he thought that he did not need help from others, or perhaps because he did not want to hear any gossip, Malfoy finally followed Andros's advice.

He waved his hand, signaling his two followers to leave the duel.

As a subsidiary family under the Malfoy family, Crabbe and Goyle do not have much independent power. For them, it is already a good thing to be regarded as a friend by Malfoy.

Because their parents had instilled in them the idea of ​​having a good relationship with the young master of the Malfoy family since they were young, and Lucius was naturally happy that his children had two followers in school.

Not all children of pure-blood nobles are treated as domineeringly as Draco. More often than not, they become victims in the exchange of interests.

With Crabbe and Goyle leaving, only Andros, Zabini, and Malfoy were left on the field. They stood in a triangle and looked at each other.

"That relaxing spell just now was very sharp," Zabini complimented with a smile.

"To each other, your dance spells were cast in time."

"It only took a month for you to learn so many spells."

"What's wrong? I'm gifted, can't I do it?"

"Whether I want to fight or not, I have to say, you can let me be the prefect."

"Dream your dreams, Malfoy."

"Well, let me count to three and let's start together, okay?"

"bring it on."

"no problem"

"three"

"two"

"Let loose and let go"

"Tarantella Dance"

"Grin Hula La"