A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In fact, it is completely understandable for Draco to stand up. As a member of pure blood, he did not get No. 1 in the school year last year. His father severely scolded him. As a pure blood, he was suppressed by Hermione, who was born as a Muggle. One end.

This is absolutely intolerable!

Not even if she is a disciple of Edward Lumpo!

This is about the glory of pure blood!

So Draco stood up, and he had to stand up.

He even resorted to despicable sneak attacks.

But this clearly offended Scrimgeour.

"This is extremely ungentlemanly, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy ignored him. He just continued to recite the spell, trying to seize this opportunity to attack Hermione severely.

But without exception, Hermione blocked them.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked solemnly.

"What do I think? Of course I stood here and watched." Edward said angrily.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "You know that's not what I asked."

"If you are referring to the boy from the Malfoy family, I can only say that his character is extremely despicable." Edward said harshly, "If he was chanting some curse, I think there is no need for the Malfoy family to exist. ”

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded, "But as a professor, you can't take action against students."

"I won't take action against him. Isn't it his family that he is most proud of? Even the Malfoy family cannot discipline a child?"

"I think this is Lucius Malfoy's responsibility. He must have been negligent in the education of his children." Dumbledore touched his crooked nose and said.

Edward glared at Dumbledore angrily, and then quickly turned his eyes back to the two people on the field.

At this moment, Hermione had gradually taken the initiative in the battle. She gradually had the strength to fight back. She could even recite the disarming spell while seizing one or two gaps, although this was blocked or dodged by Draco.

Draco yelled, pointed his wand at Hermione and shouted, "Grinning!"

He obviously recited this spell much faster than the disarming spell, which made Hermione completely unable to react. She had completely adapted to the rhythm of Draco reciting the disarming spell, but this spell broke the balance.

A ray of silver light hit Hermione in the stomach, and she doubled over, gasping for air.

"I said, just disarm." Scrimgeour roared with an angry face. He took out his wand and waved it, easily knocking aside Draco who wanted to pursue the victory. Draco hit the wall hard. on, and then slid feebly off the wall.

Hermione fell to her knees and Malfoy's tickling magic hit her. She was so paralyzed with laughter that she could hardly move.

"Are you okay, kid?" Scrimgeour rushed up and asked with concern, "I will punish Malfoy, he is violating the ethics of the game."

"I'm fine - haha ​​- I'm fine, Professor - haha ​​-" Hermione gasped with laughter as she struggled to respond to Scrimgeour's words.

"It's okay, kid. I think you can go aside and rest." Scrimgeour pointed the wand at Hermione and whispered: "The curse will stop."

Hermione was finally able to stand up, but the laughter just now left her with no strength to stand still. At this moment, a strong arm supported her.

"How about some strength potion?" Edward took out a small bottle filled with blue-green liquid from his pocket and shook it. "Just one sip will restore you to your original state."

"It's okay, teacher, I don't think it's needed yet." Hermione declined politely, "Do you think there is anything worth improving on me just now?"

"Miss Granger, I am the teacher of the Duel Club." Scrimgeour said with a straight face, "If you want to consult Professor Rumple, I think it is best to wait until the end of get out of class."

"Sorry, Professor." Hermione apologized quickly.

"There are no shortcomings. You have done a good job. The only surprise..." Edward paused and glanced at Draco Malfoy, who was barely standing up by the wall. "Probably you don't have any shortcomings." Be sure someone will sneak up on you in a despicable way."

"I was just too nervous," Draco yelled. "My hand slipped."

"The next attack is also slippery?" Edward took a big step in Draco's direction, frightening Draco to press tightly against the wall.

"We have to punish you. Because of your behavior that violates the ethics of the game, Slytherin will be deducted ten points." Scrimgeour said with a dark face.

Edward supported Hermione and whispered, "Remember what you did today, Mr. Malfoy."

"It was just an accident, right, Professor Scrimgeour?" Malfoy's already pale face turned even paler. He noticed the unkindness in Edward's words and thought he was targeting him in the future.

Scrimgeour ignored him.

"Okay, just watch from the sidelines for the rest of the time. I don't think they will pose any threat to you." Edward whispered in Hermione's ear, "If you plan to compete with senior students. "

"Okay." Hermione had regained her strength now. She let go of Edward's hand and stood aside.

"Very good." Edward raised his eyebrows and dragged Hermione towards the other end of the auditorium with brisk steps. He planned to take her to a side to rest, and by the way... let Dumbledore get to know him well. Next to his disciples.

Lest there be another insidious plan to trap Hermione into it.

Scrimgeour's eyes flickered as he watched Edward take Hermione away and sighed softly.

"How wonderful it would be if a child like this could enter the Auror office!"

"What a pity, he is a disciple of Lumpo."

"But it's not without a chance. I have one year to lure her into the Ministry of Magic. As long as she nods, I can always find a way..."

Scrimgeour finally drove Draco aside with a stern face, not allowing others to spar with him, not allowing him to cast spells, or even allowing him to participate in the next meeting of the Dueling Club.

Draco stood aside with a sullen face, waving the wand in his hand unconsciously, his other hand tightly attached to his trouser leg, and his whole body was extremely nervous.

He seems to have gotten into a big trouble, and I'm afraid he can't bear it alone.

There was a sudden explosion in the auditorium, and a green smoke filled the air over the entire venue. Ron grabbed the ashen-faced Seamus and apologized repeatedly for the disaster caused by his broken wand.

Scrimgeour couldn't avoid what happened in the end: Ron's wand had an accident.

Obviously Seamus is the unlucky guy who has become a ghost under Ron's staff (not yet).

"Oh my God!" Scrimgeour shouted angrily, holding his head. "Didn't I tell you not to cast random spells until you got your broken wand?"

"Recover as before!" Scrimgeour hurriedly pointed at Seamus and muttered, "I hope this works, send him to the medical room quickly!"