Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 56 I am willing to accept punishment, but

Chapter 56 I am willing to accept punishment, but——

After class, he walked out of the classroom first and stretched. Hermione was still on the table, filling in some notes and practical experience. Hermione's notes were always numerous, dense, and precise.

Very different from his.

"Oh, Mr. Savior is still waiting for the little Mudblood." Harry suddenly heard a voice and turned his head.

It was three Slytherin boys, not Draco and his group. One of them even deliberately said in a humorous tone: "Oh~ Yao Yixi is due for lunch~"

"Hey, keep your voice down, he might be listening."

"Does he understand what Mudblood means? Don't be kidding me. I heard he lives in the Muggle world."

"Who cares? Professor Snape is obviously unhappy with him. He picks on him all the time and doesn't give him a Slytherin teammate in class. Let him be paired with a Gryffindor guy..."

Harry's face sank. At this moment, Hermione packed her things and walked out.

"Come on, let's go have lunch. Did you want to bring some desserts to Hagrid?" Hermione said.

Harry turned around and said, "Uh... I remembered that I have to go back to the lounge to get some things. How about you go to the first floor first?"

Hermione was a little surprised, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go up first."

With that said, Hermione turned around and left along the underground corridor.

Harry also walked in the direction where the three of them left just now...

"To be honest, I think he is really putting on an act. I heard that he gets up early every day, goes out for a run, and then comes back to pick out clothes and comb his hair!"

"A person who lives alone seems to look down on others. The Slytherin family is much more prominent, but others don't pretend like him!"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the boy's shoulder. He turned around and saw a face that shouldn't be there at this moment.

"Oh, Mr. Savior?!" The boy with brown hair and some freckles on his face looked at Harry unhappily: "What's the matter?"

The people on both sides of him also came closer.

"Of course." Harry nodded: "I just heard some bad words, so I hope you can apologize."

"Did I say anything?" The man spread his hands and looked at his friend beside him with a smile like a street gangster: "I didn't say anything about what happened to our savior."

There are not many people coming and going in the underground corridor. get out of class had just ended again, and almost all the people here were from Slytherin. They slowed down and made room in a tacit understanding.

"You scolded my friends," Harry said.

“There are not many things that I value, but friends and dignity are among them.

When you scolded my friend in front of me, you hurt my dignity. "

"so what?"

"so--"

As he spoke, Harry suddenly raised his hand and punched him.

Blood spattered, and the man kept staggering backwards. However, he was much tougher than Crabbe before. He held the shoulders of his two friends on his left and rushed towards Harry.

The fake wand suddenly appeared in Harry's hand, pointing at the guy's leg.

"Stand stiff and stop -"

In an instant, his two legs seemed to be tied together by invisible ropes, and they were forced together. Driven by inertia, he fell heavily forward.

A close contact with the ground.

At the same time, the other two people also rushed forward. Harry didn't really want to release the spell. He felt that even if Kerry replaced these guys, he could knock them down with three punches and two kicks.

Thinking about it, he quickly punched and knocked down the other two people with three strikes. However, he himself also suffered a lot of trouble. His clothes were torn a little loose and his hair was messed up.

"Harry Potter, don't think that just because you are famous, you can do whatever you want! Don't go too far!" Two third-year students stood up and roared at Harry.

Harry straightened up, looked directly at the other person without fear, combed his hand over his head, and gathered his hair again.

"Then come on!"

His voice was not loud, but it really exploded in everyone's ears.

This is a little trick taught him by the Viking warriors who can cast magic in the Viking village. By putting magic on the vocal cords, he can make a shocking war cry.

"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released!"

Suddenly, a magic spell accurately crossed the crowd of onlookers and landed in the center of the battlefield. Then, heavy footsteps came from behind the crowd.

Snape stepped over the crowd, face black as coal.

"Harry Potter, indeed, just like your father!"

"Why are you mentioning my father? Professor." Harry heard this and turned to look at Snape:

"Shouldn't we ask what happened first?"

"I don't need to ask you!" Snape yelled at Harry, then looked around the crowd: "Someone, please explain to me what happened here!"

The result is that it is no longer needed, it is very obvious.

Harry also looked around and said coldly: "I need a truly proud person, someone who doesn't bother to lie!"

"Potter, shut up!" Snape put a hand on his shoulder, his anger reaching its peak.

A girl could no longer bear the cold atmosphere. She was only eleven years old. This was the first time in her life that she had seen blood in such a violent way.

"Teach...Professor, it was Field and the others. They called Potter's friend a Mudblood, that girl from Gryffindor. That's why Potter came to them and asked for an apology...and then...and that's it."

Mudblood?

Snape's eyes suddenly lost focus and his face turned pale.

Harry felt Snape's hand on his shoulder suddenly increase in strength at that moment.

What does it mean? Express dissatisfaction?

Also, maybe in his opinion, it is excessive and unnecessary to beat people from his own college like this just because he scolded people from other colleges.

However, Harry felt that it was necessary!

So he said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Yes, Professor! They called my friends mudbloods, and for that, I beat them like this."

After speaking, he looked around: "I know that there is no one in this world who is not talked about behind his back, and I understand all your gossip!

But only if - don't let me hear it. "

After saying that, he turned his head slightly and saw Snape's trembling hand with white knuckles holding the wand.

"Professor, I am willing to accept punishment from any school, but I must make my position clear. It has nothing to do with which college I am in!"

However, what he didn't expect was that Snape threw him away, walked straight across the crowd, and left faster than when he came.

"Send them to the infirmary, what are you doing here?! Potter, just wait for your confinement!!"

With that said, he left quickly. His robes were flying in the entire corridor behind him, and everyone who saw him hurriedly clung to the wall, not daring to offend him.

Quickly returning to the office adjacent to the Potions Master, Snape closed the door heavily and leaned against the huge door of the office as if he was exhausted.

After gasping for breath for a while, he staggered towards the desk.

In front of his eyes, Harry's appearance just now flashed back:

That face that makes people feel disgusted when they see it;

Those emerald green eyes;

The answers to Potions class are flowing...

Harry's childish and stubborn voice kept echoing in his ears:

"He called my friend a mudblood, and for that, I beat him like this!"

"Professor, I am willing to accept punishment, but I must show my attitude!"

Gryffindor girl…

Slytherin boy...

Snape was weakly propped up on the table, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious.

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