Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 21 Malfoy, your father is a Death Eater!
"What are you yelling for?"

Ron's soft opening made Malfoy, who was howling miserably, shut up immediately.

"I haven't started yet, idiot."

Moving away his right foot that accidentally stepped on his foot, Ron looked at the pale face and asked, "What did you just say? What is your father?"

"You remember me! Weasley! My dad will never."

"boom!"

A direct kick directly hit Malfoy in the stomach. Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle could not be qualified bodyguards at all. The blond figure hit the middle line of the two of them and smashed his head on the wall of the train corridor. , There was a dull sound of "dong".

This seemed to trigger the conditioned reflex of Crabbe and Goyle. They raised their fists and punched Ron without thinking.

"Be careful!" Hermione screamed.

But before the words fell, Ron hit the noses of these two plump ones shorter than his head with two punches.

Then the hands clenched into fists were raised high, and they hit their sky caps from top to bottom, and the floor shook slightly at this moment.

Before the two of them rolled their eyes and fainted, Ron, who held the back of their heads down, pushed their heads down. His feet hit the ground, he flew up and hit his knees, and the bloody nose was immediately dented. .

There were two more muffled "boom, boom" sounds, and Malfoy, who was struggling to get up, was hit by two unconscious followers and fell to the ground again.

"What is your father?"

Ron walked out of the box, and he saw countless heads sticking out from the other boxes on both sides, looking here curiously.

"My father, my father is..." Malfoy's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead due to pain and fear, he opened his mouth tremblingly, but couldn't finish a complete sentence.

"Then I'll tell you! Draco Malfoy!"

Ron picked up Malfoy's collar with one hand, and spoke to him with a smirk.

"Your father, Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater!"

"If you have the ability, let him roll up his sleeves and let everyone see if he has a black and green Dark Mark tattooed on his arm."

"You're proud of it? Could it be...you too?"

There was a sneer on the corner of Ron's mouth, and the terrifying look in his eyes made Draco dare not say a word of rebuttal.

"Harry Potter is in this box, and he beat your master, so are you barking dog trying to avenge your former master?"

The little heads protruding from the boxes on both sides gasped in surprise. Anyone who grew up in a wizarding family knows what the Malfoy family is like, but their family is too rich, and many things are It was settled, but people knew it well.

Those who were not born into wizarding families also got a general idea from the chatter of friends.

Immediately, the discussion about Ron beating the three of them was taken away in an instant. The story of the legendary savior Harry Potter and the son of the Death Eaters obviously attracted their attention more.

"I don't care if you swear at me and speak ill of me. People don't understand like dogs, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't scold my parents, you shouldn't scold my friends."

"Do you think that if you have a father and no mother, everyone in this world is just like you?"

"Then let me be your temporary old father and discipline you, an unfilial son, well."

A left uppercut and a right uppercut, the sound of bang bang bang to the flesh made people's scalp numb, and the teeth of the spectators were so sore that they could hardly hold their saliva.

A series of small heads sticking out of the treasure chest covered their eyes with their hands, and then saw the miraculous scene of the turnip head reincarnated into a pig's head through the gap between their wide-open fingers.

"Good fight!"

I don't know which person who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal howled, and then there were cheers and cheers one after another. Although the party who was beaten was extremely miserable, after bringing in the setting of the son of the Death Eater, No one thought it was too much, and even felt a little bit offended.

Although ten years have passed, the shadow left by Voldemort and the Death Eaters in people's hearts has never dissipated. Otherwise, why would someone use the mysterious man to refer to Voldemort.

The applause didn't last long, and a rush of footsteps rushed from both ends of the carriage. There were students of different grades and different colleges in the mixed carriage. How could such a big event not be spread.

In just a few minutes, nearly one-third of the people on this train heard the story here at the first time. It was fine at first, but after several people's voices, the news suddenly spread. It's changed.

Similar to Gryffindor beating Slytherin, it is still realistic. After all, the Weasley family is Gryffindor for generations, and the Malfoy family is Slytherin for generations. This is not an exaggeration.

But the Death Eaters, the sons of the Death Eaters attack Harry Potter on the train, and there's a bloody fight between the two sides, and that's kind of a problem.

But don't mention it, there are quite a lot of people who believe this kind of rumors. Although they haven't seen it with their own eyes, the person who sent the letter in the train corridor said it with a nose and eyes, which stunned a group of students who didn't know why.

"Draco!"

A crying cry echoed in the corridor, and a girl with a poodle hair style rushed over madly.

"What's wrong with you, Draco? Are you all right?"

She snatched the pig's head from Ron's hand and Malfoy kept shaking it, for fear that his brain would be shaken unevenly, the hand was so strong that Malfoy woke up from a semi-consciousness.

"Pansy. Let go. Let go"

Malfoy's struggle made this poodle-shaped girl named Pansy even more excited. She cried and laughed and pulled Malfoy, as if trying to get him up, but she pressed Malfoy's face on her chest with a steel plate Pansy, who hit him, successfully knocked Malfoy into a coma again.

"Speak up, Draco, talk up! What's wrong with you!"

Pansy, who panicked again, began to shake Malfoy vigorously again. Seeing that pig's face kept knocking on the steel plate with a muffled sound, Ron couldn't see it. He came lightly, at least Ron knew how to control the strength, at most it was a skin trauma, it was a bit miserable, but rubbing some potions could reduce the swelling.

But according to Pansy's approach, even if Malfoy is fine, she will have a concussion.

"If you continue like this, Malfoy will have to hit the steel plate and commit suicide." Ron pouted with humanitarian concerns. "Oh no, he should have killed him."

Leaky laughter leaked out from the mouths of the students who were watching. This vivid description sums it up well.

"Get out of the way!"

A group of tall students pushed through the crowd, wearing Hogwarts robes with green trim stripes in the style of Slytherin house robes.

After hearing the legends about Gryffindor beating Slytherin and Death Eater Malfoy attacking Harry Potter, the students of Slytherin who felt blamed and became "victims" pushed away The crowd came to the forefront.

"Pansy, what's going on?"

A tall man about 1.9 meters tall spoke with a rough voice. Most of Slytherin's students were born in wizarding families, and they had their own unclear relationships. Although Pansy was also a freshman, there were quite a few people who knew her. In the meeting down below, they are all in the circle called pure blood.

"Draco! Draco!"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Malfoy nearly burped when he hit the steel plate.

"The little bastard is about to beat Draco to death!"

Pansy screamed piercingly, but the incessant movement of her hands made it hard not to think she was murdering.

"Marcus! Go teach this little bastard a lesson! My Draco woo woo, Draco."

The tall boy who was pointed at and ordered by Pan Xi frowned a little displeased. After all, he was a senior, so there was no such thing as being ordered by a freshman pointing his nose, but thinking that Pan Xi was still his father in terms of seniority My distant aunt, I can bear this tone.

"Stop shaking him, and take Draco back. If you knock Draco to death, think about what Uncle Lucius will do to you, Pansy Parkinson."

Marcus left this sentence. His father said he would take care of Lucius' son. After all, their family still needs the help of the Malfoy family. Now wizards are having a hard time, and not everyone agrees with him. The Malfoys were rich as well.

"Hey, kid." Marcus crunched his fists, and as he moved forward, the Slytherin students beside him pressed forward one after another.

"You messed with the wrong person!"

(End of this chapter)