Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 What is a pure-blood traitor?
"Hmph, what are you doing?"

The person Bree was waiting for arrived. Draco was wearing a Quidditch uniform, holding a gorgeous broom in his hand, and walked up to Bree with the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team with a proud look on his face. , Draco also pushed Harry away who was standing hesitantly beside Bree.

"Don't come near Bree, your little tail will be unhappy."

"Malfoy, don't touch Harry!" Before Harry could say anything, an angry Ron ran to Harry's side and glared at Draco.

Azar also walked up and said dissatisfied with Draco: "Malfoy, I, Harry, just wanted to save Oded..."

Although Azar's face was sincere, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he thought to himself: Why didn't the Quaffle hit Oude's pretty face just now? Damn it!
Thinking of this, Azar glanced sadly at Wood who was still riding on the broom and thought: What did you Gryffindor do to save Oded!
Wood glanced at Bree, where he could not catch Hazard's eyes, but Draco noticed it. He sneered and was about to speak, but beside him, the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Fletcher, Lint stretched out his hand to stop him.

Marcus is a buck-toothed man, and his ferocious face is a bit cunning at this time.

"Malfoy, we should go to the Quidditch pitch first, today is a training match."

There were no ladies on the Slytherin team. At this time, they were all holding Nimbus 2001 and looking at the Gryffindor players who were coming.

The new and gorgeous Nimbus 2001 almost blinded the Gryffindor team, especially Hermione who helped Harry get the broom!

Hermione walked out of the door and saw the Slytherin players and the Gryffindor players confronting each other. Of course, it would be more harmonious to ignore Azar, the little snake who stayed by Harry's side.

"what happened?"

Just as Ron was about to speak, he heard Draco sneer and look at Gryffindor's captain, Wood, who had just put down his broom, and said, "Someone wants to plot against our Bree?"

"And this stupid bastard also wants to be a leader, he's just hypocritical."

Draco glanced at Gryffindor's Quidditch uniform and said disdainfully: "I think you should make way for Slytherin. The Quidditch pitch is ours today."

Hermione handed Harry's broom to him. She glanced at Draco's face with a frown. Of course she wouldn't be stupid enough to listen to Draco's words.

Harry looked angry. He gritted his teeth and looked at Draco and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I want to help Oded!"

Ron was furious. He felt that something bad would happen when he saw Malfoy, especially when Oded was also present. Malfoy was as unscrupulous as if he had a backer!
Is Slytherin's court today?
Hermione frowned. Wood woke everyone up early this morning and urged everyone to go to the Quidditch field for training. At that time, Wood said excitedly that he had come up with another tactic.

But now...

"The pitch belongs to Gryffindor today, Malfoy!"

Ron took a step forward and stared at Draco fiercely. Seeing this, everyone in Slytherin also took a step forward, and Gryffindor also gave him a cold look.

Wood walked up with a frown. He looked at Marcus, who was really in charge, and said seriously: "We were the first ones here today. There are still people from Gryffindor in the stadium. I don't think you can drive them away later."

Marcus smiled evilly and stared closely at his Hogwarts rival, Oliver Wood.

"I don't think the people who came first can say that such a big stadium belongs to them. Besides... there is obviously something wrong with your equipment. Look, it almost hurt Mr. Ode..."

Speaking of Oded, Marcus suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly added the word "Mr." at the end. He also looked at Bree carefully. After all, using Bree as a target is still in front of the real owner. This is not the case. What smart people do.

The atmosphere in Slytherin suddenly became a little solid. Some little snakes looked at Draco. They could only hope that Draco could appease Bree and not blame them.

But Gryffindor was different. Although Ron was not on the house team, he didn't care about that much.

"Nonsense. It was obviously Oliver who saved Odd. You descendants of Death Eaters are really bad guys!"

Hearing Ron's curse, the Slytherin players' faces turned ugly, and Draco even said: "You pure-blood traitor, what qualifications do you have to decide whether we are good or evil!"

Glancing at Ron's messy red hair and the old robe, Draco cursed again: "Look what you got for betraying the purebloods. Look, you are too poor to buy books or wear new clothes. The house is like a pigsty with a bunch of children, haha, you are going to be unable to eat, you red-haired pig-nosed family!"

"Hahaha!"

Draco's words made the Slytherin laugh in relief.

"Stop it, Draco."

Bree leaned against the railing and couldn't help complaining about how Draco and his group would make a big show every time they met Harry, and she didn't know where Draco got the energy from.

But it's always bad to curse a family, and it's not polite to either Draco or Weasley.

"what?"

"You want to hit me, you nasty red-headed poor man!"

Draco dodged Ron's fist and said angrily: "You are just as worthy of ridicule as your father. If it weren't for you, the Ministry of Magic would have kicked your useless father out long ago!"

"Malfoy, come here if you can!"

Harry and Hermione hurriedly grabbed Ron, Wood and the other Gryffindors tightened their broomsticks, and Azar silently stepped back.

"Then we share the same court..."

In the end, Wood glanced at Bree, who was almost hit by their Quaffle, sighed and compromised: "That'll be alright!"

Marcus chuckled and took out a piece of paper——

"Oh, but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape - I, Professor Severus Snape, allow the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to break in their new broomsticks."

"Do you have a note, Wood?"

Wood clenched his fists and lowered his head without speaking.

The people in Gryffindor looked at the brand new Nimbus 2001 in Slytherin's hand, and then looked at the old broomstick in their own hands. They all shrugged in disappointment. Even the Weasley twins looked at each other and sighed. , communicating with their eyes as to how to deal with these Slytherin players in the future.

Especially that Malfoy!

After all, they have no clue. Who knows that the Slytherin people will do this!
Marcus smiled and said, "Thanks for the sponsorship Malfoy, I think we have to go train."

It was a done deal, Draco raised his eyebrows and accepted everyone's attention.

"You bad wizards!" Ron looked at Draco and said angrily: "It's just because you have bad money. You were able to stay in the team like that last year because of these broomsticks. Let them!"

Draco's face turned livid, and the Slytherin players didn't say anything.

Draco, who was extremely angry, walked forward, stared at Ron carefully, and said with a smile: "Very good, Ron Weasley, now I tell you, money is also a kind of strength, I'm afraid It’s something you’ll never understand.”

"We purebloods are different from you. After you, the Weasley family, enjoyed all the glory of purebloods, you broke away from the pureblood team that raised you during the crisis. You pretended to be close to Muggles, but you never combined with Muggles."

Looking at Harry holding Ron, Draco snorted coldly.

"Hmph, are you taking sides again now, choosing the savior this time?"

With that said, Draco looked at Azar again.

"I'm afraid this one will become a pure-blood traitor just like you... Of course, there are also smart people in your family. When you understand that getting close to Muggles is unreliable, you learned to take sides..."

Draco didn't make it clear. It was completely useless to talk to Ron, a troll.

Looking at Ron's stupid look, Draco felt like he was wasting his time.

But Draco didn't let them go so easily. He looked at Harry who said nothing.

"Savior, a Muggle wizard and a child of the pure-blood Potter family, a great identity, but a Muggle wizard, tsk tsk tsk..."

Ron roared angrily: "You dark wizard, what are you going to say next, and are you going to say Hermione is a mudblood!"

Draco glanced at Bree and retorted, "I didn't say Granger was a Mudblood!"

Ron didn't believe it. He seemed to be mad. He didn't care that Hermione was here. He shouted, "You must think so too. Don't your pure-blood families always talk about blood?"

Hermione was suddenly stunned. She couldn't help but let go of Ron's hand. She knew the meaning of the word mudblood, but it was most difficult for her to accept such a concept coming from a good friend whom she recognized.

Hermione thought to herself: Does Ron think she is a Mudblood? Otherwise, why did he use the word "also"?

Ron, who felt Hermione let go, pulled out his wand from his robes and shouted: "You have to pay for what you said, Malfoy!"

He pointed angrily in Draco's face, and Bree immediately took action.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the platform, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand, hitting Ron in the abdomen, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

There was a magic barrier in front of Draco that protected him firmly, but unfortunately it was not used.

"Ron, are you okay!"

Harry looked at Ron in panic, and saw that he opened his mouth to answer, but instead of words coming out, he let out a big belch, and a slug fell from his mouth onto his lap.

And this curse seemed to send a signal. The aggrieved Gryffindors could no longer bear it. They didn't know who made the move first. By the time Draco reacted, a small curse had already been cast. It hit the Iron Armor Curse around him, and the Iron Armor Curse immediately reflected the curse.

"Come here, Draco, Hermione!"

Bree cast an Iron Armor Charm on the panicked Hermione and used the Flying Charm to catch them.

"Don't worry Hermione, I've noticed your excellence, and it won't be erased by a theory of blood."

Touching Hermione's rough little head, Bree was a little angry. This Ron is really an idiot. He has no courage and only knows how to do things according to his own ideas without caring about the outside world!

Weasley obviously also made his fortune from his bloodline——

"What are you all doing!"

A burst of magic came and Ron was instantly hung upside down in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)