"You'd better put his things down." Malfoy parroted, mocking, "Potter, what do you think of me, as your little follower?"

"Savior, you can command Gryffindor."

"But I'm a Slytherin."

Harry said nothing, but stared at him with indifferent eyes.

"Let's have a fight, Potter." Malfoy held up his broom. "If, and I'm only saying if, you can beat me, I'll give you my stuff."

"Do you have the guts?"

"Hmm? The great savior——"

Harry shook his head. "Don't make me say it a third time, Malfoy. Give it back."

"Why, you don't dare?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, taking Harry's attitude as a sign of surrender, and became complacent, "So there are times when even the savior doesn't dare?"

"Let me think, where should I hide this thing?"

"Find a random tree and throw it into the bird's nest, then enjoy watching Longbottom crying and hugging the tree trunk with disgusting tears and snot flowing—"

"Malfoy!" Harry said more emphatically, taking a step forward.

Malfoy subconsciously took a half step back, the events on the train still fresh in his mind.

But when he glanced back, he saw that there were not only Goyle and Crabbe today, but also other Slytherin students. Even if a fight broke out, could he defeat his group?

The large number of people made him bolder and more arrogant. He took a half step back and said, "What? You want to fight?"

"Gryffindors are all about brute, crude muscle?"

"We are wizards, noble wizards, Potter."

Harry shook his head and sighed: "Malfoy, remember what you said on the train?"

Malfoy was startled.

Harry continued, "You told me not to get along with someone as shady as Ron."

Ron next to him was also startled. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, as if he would fight Malfoy to the death as long as Harry gave the order.

The sudden words made him suddenly deflate and he looked at Harry in surprise.

etc……

What are you doing!

I'm your teammate.

How could you seriously injure your teammates first when a fight breaks out?

Malfoy sneered, ready to curse back.

But he was not as quick as Harry: "So you are not a bad person, but you use bullying others for fun to highlight your class and nobility?"

"In this case, who is the one who is not a good person?"

Malfoy's face suddenly changed and he stared at Harry fiercely.

Harry took another step forward.

"I have no intention of getting involved in your playful, harmless games." Harry waved his hand and continued, "Childish, stupid, and boring, I only dare to and can only target the timid and weak."

In the world of witchers, he is very young, only in his forties - which is just a child in the long and ancient history of witchers.

But he had seen or heard of the court struggles in those human countries.

He has the right to say that Malfoy's stuff is not presentable.

Every word and every sentence was like a knife, which made Malfoy's heart ache and his face turned more and more gloomy.

"But Gryffindor calls me the Lion King - although it's mostly a joke." Harry's tone became softer, but the look in his cat-like eyes became more severe. "You should know what the leader of a lion group would do when encountering such a thing."

"Malfoy, you should never provoke me and Gryffindor again and again."

Malfoy opened his mouth.

He slowed down again.

"Axil!"

Harry raised his hand, and a beam of white light flowed out from his fingertips and fell on Malfoy's head.

Master Platinum's eyes suddenly became confused and he stood there blankly, blindly and stupidly.

"Throw the thing over here." Harry promised.

Malfoy obediently threw the memory ball, and it landed gently in Harry's hands.

Pansy looked at him in horror, her voice shrill and harsh: "Potter, what did you do to Malfoy? How dare you use the Imperius Curse on him!"

"How dare you use the Unforgivable Curse."

Hermione also exclaimed: "Harry, how can you cast a spell on your classmates?"

“This will result in deduction of points.”

The other little lions who were about to applaud looked at Hermione in surprise - how could such a nice person say such a thing.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "This is not an Imperius Curse, it's just a little trick..."

Pansy had no intention of listening to his explanation. She continued to scream and pulled out her wand: "Quick, knock down Potter and rescue Malfoy!"

There was a flash of red light and Harry didn't even try to dodge it - the spell was deadly and hit a broomstick on the ground.

Ron raised his arm and shouted, his anger had been building up for a long time: "Beat them up, teach these Slytherins a lesson!"

The young wizards took out their wands and fired spells that they had not learned very much.

Only Hermione was screaming, "Stop fighting!"

“Stop it now!”

"This is against school rules!"

But it was no use, no one listened to her.

As the "culprit" who triggered the attack, Harry attracted the most firepower and contributed the greatest output. No Slytherin could remain standing after being hit by a punch from Harry.

In a moment, the ground was in a mess.

Malfoy was just coming to, and he looked at the ground in panic - there were little snakes lying all over the ground, screaming and groaning: "Potter, what did you do?"

Ron made a sneak attack and kicked Malfoy hard on the butt: "You lie down too!"

Hermione frowned: "Harry, no, if you do this, Professor McGonagall will be very angry."

Ron curled his lips and pressed Malfoy down while yelling, "Hermione, now is not the time to discuss whether this is a violation of school rules."

"That's right!" Seamus' face glowed, "This is to defend the honor of the academy!"

The other little lions also stood on Ron's side - they were still immersed in the joy of winning the first group fight in their lives.

The Slytherins became much more obedient, huddling in a corner of the venue, especially Malfoy, who covered his left eye and looked at the Gryffindors with vicious eyes.

Professor Hooch will be back soon.

She was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere, and the two or three broken brooms on the ground were the best indicator of the situation.

"Can anyone tell me what happened after I left?" Professor Huo Qi glanced coldly.

Hermione hesitated.

Malfoy raised his hand high like an old turtle poking his head out: "Professor, after you left, Gryffindor was instigated by Potter to beat us up."

"And Potter used the Imperius Curse on me!"

Professor Huo Qi's expression suddenly changed.

Whether fighting or not, we have to put it aside for now.

The Imperius Curse...

It's incredible.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor Hooch's face was serious.

Harry was very calm: "Mr. Malfoy is exaggerating. It was basically me who did it. Others didn't get involved much."

Except for Harry's fist.

The biggest output was probably when Ron kicked Malfoy in the butt - even the output of the broom was greater than Ron's, as Malfoy's eye socket was injured by hitting the broom handle.

"No, no, no, I'm not asking about the fight." Professor Hooch shook her head. "The Imperius Curse. He said you used the Imperius Curse."

"Professor, can first-year wizards tell the difference between the Mind-Bending Curse and the Imperius Curse?" Harry asked back.

Malfoy added insult to injury: "But I didn't know anything at the time, I just listened to you--"

Harry raised his hand. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, do you want to do it again, for Professor Hooch to see?"

Malfoy's face turned pale and his body trembled.

Professor Hooch's expression softened a bit, and she was more inclined to agree with Harry's statement.

As one of the Unforgivable Curses, it is difficult for a first-year wizard to come into contact with it.

Not to mention how to perform it successfully.

The most important thing...

Harry is the savior - this halo naturally keeps Harry away from the dark arts.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, I believe you, but this matter is very serious. You fought and made trouble when the professor was not here. I have to... deduct twenty points from Gryffindor!" Professor Hooch pressed Harry's hand, his tone serious.

Hermione's heart ached and her face twisted - twenty points, a score that she and Harry had to work hard in class for a week or even longer to get, not counting Snape's nitpicking.

"Professor, perhaps you should hear my testimony?" Harry said calmly.

Professor Hooch nodded.

"This incident started because Mr. Malfoy picked up Neville's dropped items and refused to return them." Harry spread his hands, "I don't mean to excuse myself, but we are not unilaterally guilty."

"Really?" Professor Hooch looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy tried to exonerate himself: "No, I was just joking - who knew Potter couldn't take a joke and cursed me without saying a word."

"A joke that can't be accepted by others is not a joke, Mr. Malfoy." Harry interrupted him in a gloomy tone.

Professor Hooch waved her hand and said, "Then... deduct ten points from Slytherin."

"This is your punishment, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy clenched his fists.

"Stop making trouble! Behave yourself." Professor Hooch narrowed her eyes and scolded the remaining little wizards. "Now, I'm going to take Mr. Potter to see Professor McGonagall."

"No!" Hermione's face turned pale, "Professor, Harry already knows he is wrong."

"Yes, you have already been deducted points." Ron's face also changed.

Professor Hooch shook her head: "It's about the curse - your dean needs to be informed. Although I am willing to believe Mr. Potter, the Unforgivable Curse is never a trivial matter."

Harry nodded at them and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Professor Hooch sighed and shook his head, then led Harry to Professor McGonagall's office - although she was the most idle professor in the entire Hogwarts, with less than ten classes a year.

But she is definitely one of the most tired people.

Anything could happen in flying lessons. There were even cases of group fights. If a group of Dementors suddenly appeared during class one day, she would no longer be surprised.

In the office.

After listening to Professor Hooch's testimony, Professor McGonagall looked extremely serious: "Mr. Potter, I always thought you would be the student who would give me the least worries!"

"In the end, you caused such a thing!"

Her heart ached. She should have thought of it earlier. How could the Potter family be so peaceful?

"Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Professor Hooch reminded, "Minerva, I've already deducted it."

"Then deduct another 20 points." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "It's only been a short while since the start of the school year, and you're already leading Gryffindor and Slytherin into a group fight."

"No little wizard has ever done anything like this!"

Harry didn't defend himself.

"Forget it, let's talk about the spell first." Professor McGonagall took a breath and said in a gentle tone, "Take out your wand, Mr. Potter."

Harry obeyed obediently and pulled his wand out of the Sorting Hat.