The little snakes are clearly divided.

They sat at both ends of a long table. On one end was Draco Malfoy, who had just been praised and brought 200 house points to Slytherin, and his group of followers. On the other end were the noble Slytherins who hated Draco and had glares like knives.

George and Fred pulled out their Dragon's Blood Whiskey.

The income from the Weasley brothers' joke workshop was already high enough to support them in some unnecessary extravagance - besides, this was to celebrate graduation, and with Harry paying the bill, they were not afraid.

The Ravenclaws were somewhat restrained.

But when George and Fred's fireworks mercilessly swept across their long table, the Eagles finally couldn't control themselves.

Endured for seven years!

Can these two guys please stop playing pranks?

Professor McGonagall frowned: "Albus, you spoil your students too much."

"Isn't it good? So youthful and harmonious." Dumbledore pushed his glasses and felt like crying at this scene.

Mag was silent and looked over.

George was grabbed by a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff and pushed into a pool full of butterbeer created by a Transfiguration spell.

Fred was being flown as a kite, and he was quite happy about it, cheering loudly.

Neville scratched the ground, took off his shirt and started boxing.

"Harmony", a word that also begins with "H", Mag thought that it should not be spelled like this.

Slytherin finished his meal and left in a hurry.

Outside the hall.

Draco was stopped.

"Malfoy, what do you mean?" A sixth-year student narrowed his eyes and said in a sharp and aggressive tone, "Are you really going to betray Slytherin completely?"

"Betrayal?" Draco sneered, "Who betrayed Slytherin?"

He puffed out his chest, his prefect badge gleaming.

"I am a recognized Slytherin prefect at Hogwarts."

There was even a hint of levity in his tone.

"By Dumbledore, that stupid..." the little snake spoke dirty.

Draco interrupted him: "No, it has nothing to do with Dumbledore."

"It's Hogwarts. Do you want me to spell the word out? Dumbledore is the headmaster, but that doesn't mean he can represent this castle."

The little snake took out his wand and drew a line in the air: "We are the majority of Slytherin."

"Most of them aren't necessarily correct." Malfoy also took out his wand.

Armor protects you!

He quickly chanted the spell.

Thunder explosion!

At the same moment, a spell suddenly struck. There was a loud bang, a huge explosion, and billowing smoke and dust.

Malfoy rolled to the side in a panic, raised his wand, and threw out a transformation spell.

The battle begins!

The auditorium was bustling with activity, and so was the outside of it.

With another roar of the explosive spell, the door of the hall was blown open, and half of the wooden door flew out, brushing against Dumbledore's hat and smashing hard against the wall behind him.

Mag's breathing hitched.

George and Fred were making so much noise that she didn't realize there was another fight going on outside the hall.

"Albus!" McGonagall jumped up suddenly and looked at the headmaster in panic.

On the last day of the school year, there was another group fight.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Minerva, let them make their own choice." His face was calm and he was not surprised.

In Hogwarts, almost nothing could be hidden from Dumbledore, not to mention that there was only a door between them, or in other words, he had already prepared himself mentally.

While talking.

Malfoy flew in backwards and slammed into the Hufflepuff table, knocking over a pile of food - Draco had made great progress, especially during this period. Under Professor Longbottom's instruction, he had a deeper understanding of dueling and his strength had improved, but two fists were no match for four hands, not to mention that there was more than one pair of hands on the other side.

Cedric stood up immediately, waved his wand, asked Malfoy to stop, and narrowed his eyes at the people outside the door: "You guys went too far by attacking the prefect."

"We don't recognize him as the Slytherin prefect." The little snake outside the door shook his head, "Besides, Diggory, this is our house's business."

He raised his head.

In the teacher's seat, McGonagall was arguing with Dumbledore.

"He is a recognized prefect of Hogwarts." Cedric shook his head and said the same thing as Draco.

Only after being recognized by Hogwarts could he represent Slytherin and together with the other three colleges form that gorgeous school emblem.

The little snake scoffed, not taking it seriously: "You're just a Hufflepuff."

"I am also the male president of the student union." Cedric pointed to his chest. This place has never been empty since the fifth grade. "It is my job to protect every student."

Draco struggled to get up from the table: "Diggory, I don't need your help."

"Draco, I'm protecting Hogwarts." Cedric drew his wand.

The Hufflepuffs immediately dropped what they were holding, juice, food, George, Fred, etc., and took out their wands.

"Anthony." Cedric turned around, glanced at Dumbledore, and then said to the prefect, "Take the little wizards below the fourth grade back."

Anthony nodded and communicated with the female head teacher.

Draco glanced at Cedric and emphasized again: "Diggory, I didn't say I needed your help."

"I'm protecting Hogwarts," Cedric emphasized.

Ron poked his head in: "Harry?"

"You're a Gryffindor prefect." Harry smiled and pushed him.

Ron frowned. "I don't like that Malfoy guy, but he's doing this for Hogwarts anyway, so..."

"You're a prefect, Ron." Harry shook his head. "Be sure of your own ideas."

Ron turned around and said to Parvati Patil, "Take the little wizards below the fourth grade back."

"Everyone else, let's teach the Slytherins a lesson together. This should be a happy ending to the fifth year."

George and Fred rubbed their buttocks and got up from the ground with a grin on their faces. "Little Ronnie, you really look like a prefect now."

"No, no, no, you shouldn't call him Little Ronnie." George shook his head, disagreeing, "He's grown up now."

Fred suddenly realized: "That's right, Prefect Weasley, loyal Fred and George obey your orders!"

The little lions also took out their wands.

Neville even just wiped the sweat from his forehead, waved his fist, picked up the wand with his other hand, and rushed forward first.

"Why didn't the professors stop it?" Hermione looked up and saw Professor McGonagall still arguing with Dumbledore.

Harry shook his head. "There aren't many opportunities for Hogwarts to unite."

"Dumbledore wants them to realize that this is not just a disagreement, but a question of stance."

A question of stance?

Hermione nodded blankly, as if thinking about something.

The Ravenclaws did not hesitate for long and quickly joined the battlefield. They were all smart people and quickly figured out Dumbledore's intentions and what kind of statement he should make.

The reason why that group of Slytherins were able to defeat Draco was because they had the advantage in numbers, but their strength was still a little lacking.

Now we don't have the advantage in numbers.

The strength is quite different.

They were quickly dealt with and the little snakes were lying all over the ground.

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins, who had been bullied a lot and rarely won a battle, were ready to take revenge.

Professor McGonagall finally stood up. She waved her wand, transformed the long table and stools, picked up the injured students, and sent them to the school infirmary: "You disappoint me so much!"

"This school year ends with a fight?"

"Look how ugly it is!"

"Mr. Diggory! Professor Dumbledore just praised you."

Cedric lowered his head obediently.

Professor McGonagall glared at him and said, "And Mr. Weasley, you are the prefect of Gryffindor, yet you set such a high example! One hundred points deducted from Gryffindor!"

Ron hesitated to speak, and after thinking for a while, he decided that it would be best to admit his mistake obediently at this time. Without saying anything, nothing would go wrong.

"It's next school year! These 100 points will be deducted from the house score for next school year." Professor McGonagall was very serious, thinking of what Ron was thinking, "After the new school year, you will be in detention for a week. As the head of Gryffindor, I think I have to teach you how to be a qualified prefect."

"Percy wouldn't cause trouble like you do."

Ron is very well behaved.

"There are also extra summer homework assignments, one-foot reviews, with spacing and letter size requirements, and the format must be the same as in the book."

Ron raised his head and stared in disbelief.

One foot!

And you have to write in that small font.

"Any objections, Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall looked at him coldly.

Ron shook his head and muttered, "No, I have no opinion."

"And all of you prefects." Professor McGonagall called out their names one by one. "You all have to write a foot-long self-review during the summer vacation."

"You are no exception, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco nodded.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Dumbledore angrily and hurried to the school infirmary.

"Malfoy, you look really ugly now." Ron spat and clenched his fists.

If you help someone you hate, you will suffer the heaviest punishment.

"You're asking for trouble." Draco shook his head. He glanced arrogantly at the prefects around him. "I didn't ask you to help me."

"I can handle that group of people."

Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you didn't ask for it, we helped you. It's fine if you didn't say thank you, but you still have such a bad attitude!"

"If I help you without asking for your consent, will you thank me, Weasley?" Malfoy asked back.

Ron took a deep breath.

Indeed not.

He just wondered if there was something wrong with Malfoy's brain.

"Learn more from Potter. He is so smart that he didn't take any action." Malfoy sneered, "If you don't take any action, you won't be punished."

Neville interrupted: "Malfoy, you should be glad Harry didn't do anything."

"Otherwise, if you say something like this now, you will have to have a bed in the school infirmary tonight."

"Besides, I really want to beat you up right now."

The Hufflepuff prefect seemed to have a low sense of humor and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

Malfoy's smile froze, he looked at the group of people deeply, and still spoke arrogantly: "Really?"

"Mr. Longbottom, you better be careful. I'm going to challenge you to a duel in next year's class."