Chapter 280 Malfoy Skunk

Although the original concept of the Freemasons and the Los Santos Student Mutual Aid Association was to help each other, there was no hierarchy between the members, and everyone was equal.

But obviously no one thought so.

No matter who it was, everyone regarded Mike as their leader.

So the day after Mike gave the order, all the members of the Freemasons and the Mutual Aid Association were busy, and each of them was like a spy behind the enemy's back, frantically exploring all the information around them.

As the person who gave the order, Mike was now sitting on the sofa chair in front of the fireplace in the Ravenclaw lounge, where he often sat, with his eyes blank, warming himself by the fire.

The weather was getting colder, perhaps because of the ancient instinct engraved in his genes, the colder the weather, the more sleepy and lazy Mike became. He

didn't want to do anything, just wanted to sit on the sofa chair and warm himself by the fire.

"Master, your coffee and newspaper."

Beta's flattering and shrill voice made Mike's dilated pupils slightly condense.

He reached out to take the teacup, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction. The taste is     just

right.

Mike doesn't like tea or coffee. He likes drinking and smoking.

But for a young wizard like him who is not yet an adult, getting involved in these two bad habits too early will damage his mental strength. So, he can only make do with it.     Putting down the teacup, Mike picked up the newspaper again.     The turmoil of the Quidditch World Cup has passed, and the front page headlines of the newspaper have also shifted to the Triwizard Tournament.     Mike has never been interested in these things. After all, Fudge has promised him that he will make him the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.     As for how to do it specifically, he doesn't care. If Fudge can't do it, he must compensate him with something of equivalent value afterwards.     This is the power of the magic contract.     Throwing away the newspaper, Mike returned to his original appearance again.     It's so comfortable!     Mike sighed.     This is the advantage of being the boss. Once you give an order, countless people will run for you.     And you just need to be a salted fish here.     Every day, I would go to the Herbology class to play with flowers and plants, go to the Magic class to discuss the practical application techniques of ancient magic with the professor, go to the Transfiguration class and the Charms class to show off, and go to the Muggle Studies class to take a nap.     After class, I would play wizard chess with my classmates, chat, and spend some time with Penelope.     Finally, after dinner, I would go to Professor Flitwick to accept the so-called punishment, but in fact it was a special confinement.     Mike has been living such a lazy life since the beginning of the school year.     If possible, Mike even wants to continue this kind of life.     It's so comfortable!     Mike sighed again.     However, this time, a somewhat flustered and excited voice came from behind him.     "Mr. Townley! Something happened!"     Mike sighed and opened his half-closed eyes.     He knew who it was without looking back. The only people in the Mutual Aid Society who would call him Mr. Townley in the whole Hogwarts were those in the Mutual Aid Society.     In the past few days, the people in the mutual aid society were like chicken blood, spying everywhere, and no matter what trivial matters, they would come to him to report.     To be honest, he was already a little annoyed.     "What's the matter?"     Mike said without turning his head.     "Harry, Harry Potter, he and Malfoy had a quarrel in the hall!"     Hearing this, Mike closed his eyes again.     Draco and Harry are a pair of natural enemies. They are not happy if they don't quarrel twice a day. This little thing is nothing at all.     But then, the person who came to report said:     "Malfoy cast a spell on Harry, and then...then Professor Moody came, and he turned Malfoy into a skunk!"     Mike stood up and walked towards the hall.     If it was just the conflict between Malfoy and Harry, he would not care, but it would be different if Moody got involved.     Mike, who had undergone sword training, had a much better physical fitness than ordinary wizards, and he arrived at the hall in just five minutes.     At this moment, the auditorium was already full of people, and the people in the auditorium had spontaneously divided into three groups.     The Gryffindors, led by Harry and Moody, and the Slytherins, led by a boy who looked very familiar to Mike, were facing each other with serious expressions.     Next to them, there was a crowd of spectators consisting of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.     When the Ravenclaws saw their star Mike coming, they all spontaneously made way and sent Mike to the VIP spectator seat in the front row.     As soon as he arrived at the front row, Mike heard the fierce argument between the Gryffindors and Slytherins.     "Professor Moody, as a professor, you actually cast a curse on your own students. Just for this reason, I have enough reason to doubt whether you have enough character to be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts!" The boy headed by Slytherin said with a serious face.     As soon as this was said, the Slytherins behind him all echoed it.     However, Moody didn't care. He just waved his wand lightly, and a series of dense and loud explosions sounded from the tip of his wand.     The Slytherin students thought he was attacking them, and they instinctively dodged.     "Hahaha! You little Death Eaters are such cowards!" Moody laughed. "Your name is Chris Flint, right? I remember your father, the damn Death Eater, who escaped punishment by bribing the deworming group at the Ministry of Magic! But he is still dead now, and died miserably! What, do you want to die now too?" The     Gryffindor camp also laughed.

Hearing this, Mike remembered who the boy standing at the front of the Slytherin team was. Chris, the guy who challenged him to a wizard duel with Draco in his first year.

At the same time, he also remembered the white hooded man who begged for mercy at the last minute on the night of the Quidditch World Cup. It seemed that his last name was Flint.

Mike's eyes gradually became serious. The

faces of the Slytherins were grim, as if they would rush up and fight desperately at any time.

But it was just an appearance. Moody and the Gryffindors on the opposite side laughed for a long time, and no one in Slytherin dared to really rush up.

Even Chris, who was insulted by his father by name, did not move rashly.

They were waiting, waiting for their dean.

With Moody on the opposite side, if Snape was not there, they would be sending food to the door.

"What are you all doing here? Disperse!"

Professor McGonagall's majestic voice came over, and Snape also arrived at the same time.

Many timid students quickly dispersed, but there were still many people who stayed where they were.

Perhaps because these students did not disperse immediately after seeing her, Professor McGonagall was very angry, and she and Snape got into the crowd.

At this time, a skunk came out from behind Chris, hugged Snape's feet, and chattered non-stop, just like a poor child who was bullied by outsiders and complained to his elders.

Snape frowned and looked at it, then looked at McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, pointed her wand lightly, and did not see her chanting a spell, the skunk twisted, and soon turned back into Draco. The

recovered Draco shrank into a ball, his body trembling constantly, still holding Snape's thigh tightly and not letting go.

Snape shook his legs with some disgust, but failed to shake them off, and then looked at Moody who was whistling nonchalantly with a murderous look.

"What did you do?" Snape said word by word.

"Teach him a lesson."

"Teach him what?" McGonagall screamed, "We never use Transfiguration spells to punish students!"

"I just wanted to scare him."

"We can give him detention! Moody! Or deduct his points and tell the dean of his college!"

Moody laughed and looked at Snape with contempt.

He didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious.

"I will inform the school directors about this matter." Snape's murderous intent became stronger, "I think the school directors will reconsider whether it is a good thing to let a lunatic like you stay in school if you use dangerous spells like Transfiguration to punish students without authorization."

"You are always sarcastic, Snape!" Moody was not afraid at all, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet! You'd better be careful, I will keep an eye on you, and once you show any flaws, I will send you and these little Death Eaters to Azkaban!"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall roared and said to Moody, "I also think your actions this time are a bit too much..."

Before McGonagall finished speaking, Harry rushed out of the crowd.

"Professor! It was Draco who insulted Ron's father first, and he also attacked me with a spell!" Harry said excitedly, "Professor Moody, he is just..."

Professor McGonagall glared back at Harry halfway through his words.

Then she looked at Draco again.

If it were usual, Draco would have jumped out to refute at this time.

But at this moment, he seemed to be frightened.

He was still hugging Snape's thigh tightly, his light-colored eyes were still filled with tears due to pain and shame, and he kept mumbling something.

Although the voice was very soft and vague,

people who were close could still hear a few words clearly.

It was "my father".

Professor McGonagall shook her head and announced:

"This matter ends here. Now, everyone, go back to the common room!"

The Gryffindors left happily as if they had won a battle. Seeing that there was no excitement, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also left.

The Slytherins were very unconvinced, and they remained unmoved even after Snape gave the order.

Finally, it was Chris who gave the order, and everyone looked at McGonagall and Moody with resentment and left.

The hall was empty again, and Mike was ready to go back.

But at this moment, someone came to him.

"Do you have something to do?"

Mike said coldly, looking at Chris, who had black hair, green eyes and curly hair.

Facing Mike's unfriendly eyes, Chris smiled indifferently and said:

"Chat?"

Mike was silent.

To be honest, Chris's performance just now did arouse his interest.

It was not surprising that the Slytherin people did not obey Snape's orders. After all, after so many slaps in the face before, Snape's prestige in Slytherin was no longer as good as before.

But why would those high-minded guys in Slytherin listen to this guy so much?

"Come on, let's go for a walk together."

Chris invited again. This time, Mike did not refuse, but took the lead to walk out of the castle.

The two of them were silent all the way until they came to an empty lawn. Chris said in a relaxed tone:

"My father was killed by you."

Mike stopped. He was a little surprised because Chris was laughing when he said this.

"So?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to blame you." Chris smiled even more brightly, "On the contrary, I want to thank you. Because my father died, I naturally became the new patriarch of the Fleet family."

"A 14-year-old patriarch?"

"That's right. Aren't you more powerful? You founded the Los Santos Group from scratch at the age of 14."

Mike stopped talking.

Although the difficulty of inheriting a family business at the age of 14 is not as high as starting from scratch, it is definitely not much easier.

Especially under the premise that the Flint family is a large family with a large population.

The guy in front of him is definitely not simple.

At the same time, he also understood why the Slytherin group listened to Chris so much.

Now Chris is the patriarch of the Flint family.

As a Slytherin who seeks profit and avoids harm and puts profit above all else, it is not difficult to understand that they abandoned Malfoy and Snape and turned to Chris.

"So, what do you want to say?"

"I just want to remind you. You are in trouble, big trouble." Chris's expression became slightly serious. "There are many other big figures who were killed by you along with my father. Although Fudge has signed a contract with the families of those people, asking them not to attack you, they will still find ways to retaliate against you behind your back.

As for the ancient families, there are always some ways to bypass the magic contract."

"Is that what you came here to say?"

Chris's smile froze and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Mike looked disdainful, "They are just a bunch of bullies. Of course, you can also try to avenge your father and see if I will break your dog paws."

After that, Mike turned and left.

As if frightened by Mike's domineering, Chris stared at Mike's back in a daze until Mike completely disappeared from his sight. He laughed.

"You are worthy of it... You are worthy of it!"

Chris murmured with tears in his eyes, and while he was talking, there seemed to be a green light flashing in his green pupils. At the same time, Harry, who was far away in the Gryffindor Common Room     ,

felt a sudden pain in his head.