There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 60
A few little wizards from Gryffindor beat the professor to shame.

The Slytherins were not happy.

What is feud?

I am not happy when you are happy.

I am not happy when you are happy.

You are unlucky and I laughed.

You're cold, I can't wait to have dinner tonight, I want to sit at the children's table.

Now that Gryffindor was in the limelight, the Slytherins were hardening their fists.

Malfoy waved.

Quirrell, right?You just bullied me because of your age and mana, now is the time.

Feel the wrath of Slytherin!

Cassandra, a senior Slytherin student, has two licking dogs, Fischer and Colby.

Malfoy also has two guardians!

Gregory Gore!

Vincent Crabbe!

They are loyal, strong and strong, with well-developed limbs and simple minds.

In addition to the bad brain, everything else is fine.

In fact, Malfoy felt that it was a good thing to have a bad mind. People with good brains like to think about messy things, and they are troublesome to death.

Threesomes, only one will is needed!
If there are two ideas, it will be difficult to lead the team!

The two with good brains will start to involve because they compete for the support of the person with bad brains.

If the three of them have their own ideas, it is even more impossible to play.

The story of the three wizards without water, Malfoy understands!
It's a pity that now Malfoy really hopes that these two people have some brains.

I waved my hands all the time, to signal you to come on, Goyle, stop touching the back of your head stupidly, Crabbe, don’t smile at me, come on Quirrell!

They were big and gifted, with knee-length arms like gorillas.

Malfoy sighed, it's not easy being the boss of two idiots.

Fortunately, the delicate Pansy Parkinson understood what Malfoy meant.

"To pieces!" On behalf of Slytherin, she cast the first spell against Quirrell!
Then, Pansy's wand danced fast.

"Fractured!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Pansy used three spells on Quirrell, which opened the prelude to Slytherin's rebellion against Gryffindor.

The other little wizards froze for a second, and followed closely behind.

A large number of curses blasted towards Voldemort.

If you Gryffindors can roll the lazy ass that Quirrell beats, then we Slytherins will beat Quirrell to the point of crying. Only in this way can we prove our Slytherin skills!

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily someone understood, otherwise wouldn't he have been waving like a fool just now?

"Parkinson, well done!"

"Thank you, but I hope you don't call me Parkinson." Pansy said with one point of shyness, three points of secret joy, five points of contentment, seven points of complacency, and nine points of tenderness.

"It makes me think of some Muggle disease, just call me Pansy."

Ah this.

Malfoy hesitated, calling you Pansy is not too close, you are not good-looking...

My young master is rich and beautiful, with a wealth of wealth and a bright future, so I can't let you fall on me.

"Pansy, get out of the way." Crabbe said in a low voice, "I understand what Malfoy means. He wants us to beat the professor."

"Okay Crabbe." Pansy moved out of the way: "Actually, we don't know each other very well. I hope you will call me Parkinson from now on."

"Be polite to girls, understand?"

Crabbe was stunned. Although his head was huge, it was not easy to use. He couldn't understand what Pansy meant.

Why did my brother call you Pansy and I call you Parkinson?

The three of us are good brothers, we are loyal, we work together in everything, we go together when facing one person, and we go together when facing 1 people. We have the same title and the same idea.

Goyle stood up, his mung bean-like eyes narrowed.

Fools have a thousand worries, and they will have something.

Gore has not thought about it for many years, and the conclusions he draws now must be convincing.

"Woman, do you want to drive us apart?"

"wishful thinking!"

Goyle looked at Pansy coldly.

"Our Vincent family and the Gregory family have been dominated by the Malfoy family for generations. How can you destroy the centuries-old friendship?"

"Say, who sent you here, and for what purpose?"

Malfoy: "..."

Two good brothers, I am really lucky to have you two as brothers.

Malfoy hurriedly pulled Crabbe and Goyle to keep a distance from Pansy. I was only 11 years old, and it was the time to study hard and make progress every day. If you hooked me up and fell in love, I would do weird things every day. How could I have time? Practice magic!
There is no woman in my heart, the god of magic and nature.

The wizard's first step is to forget the sweetheart.

Women only affect the speed at which wizards can draw their wands.

Great wizards don't need women.

Look at Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Voldemort, Mark, which one is not single?But all of them are legendary wizards!
I'm watching Nicole May, the old immortal who has lived for more than 600 years, just because he is accompanied by his wife, he has not yet broken the threshold of legend.

Malfoy once heard from his father... Malfoy once heard from a friend of his father's that the Dark Lord was vicious and vicious back then, committing all kinds of crimes, even taking the wives of his subordinates!

The subordinates dare not speak out, they cry at night, and they have to smile when they see their Death Eaters during the day.

Too bad too bad.

Who can't help but shed a bitter tear?

Hey, he wasted a lot of time on women, so what would the Dark Lord have to do against Dumbledore, who was devoted to practicing magic?
It's normal to lose.

God rewards hard work!

If you don't practice for a day, you will know.

If you don't practice for a week, you will know.

If you don't practice in January, the enemy will know.

When the Dark Lord forgets his original intention, indulges in pleasure, and no longer devotes his limited time to unlimited magic cultivation, and the Death Eaters are alienated, his defeat is doomed, sooner or later!
The point is that the rabbit doesn't even eat the grass beside the nest. It's too much for you to occupy the wife of your Death Eater!
Malfoy swears, he will learn from it.

He will never repeat the mistakes the Dark Lord made.

Strict with self-discipline, lenient than others.

"Sooner or later, I will become a legend!"

Voldemort in front sneezed hard.

"What's going on? It seems that someone is scolding me?"

But there are too many chaotic spells in front of them, and their power is just like that, and they can't stand the frequent number.

Voldemort was not in the mood to think about someone scolding him.

There are tens of thousands of people in the world who hate this Demon King, but so what?

Can't they just use their tongues?
At the peak of this demon king, no one even dared to call me by my name, only the mysterious man!

Everyone was afraid of mentioning my name, I Apparated and killed him with an Avada.

Now, who the hell is calling me by my first name?

Heh, I'm standing here, and if you have the guts to scold me, you rush up and hit me!

In that way, I still respect you as a man!
Don't be like a mouse in the gutter, who only knows how to BB and dare not do anything!
Malfoy patted the shoulders of the two brothers, and the two gorillas looked worried.

"Don't worry, Pansy... I mean Parkinson's won't affect our brother's feelings."

Crabbe said viciously, "Remember the vows we made when we became sworn brothers?"

"Of course I remember." Gao Erlang said: "One brother, one brother forever."

"Outsiders who mess with my brother will be killed!"

"Very well, Parkinson messed with my brother's feelings, tonight, let's send her on the road!" Crabbe held Goyle in one hand and Malfoy in the other.

"Brothers are united, and their profits will break the gold!"

Malfoy: "..."

It's not that cruel.

Poor Pansy, it's been eight lifetimes of bad luck to be missed by you.

"I think, Parkinson's matter is not in a hurry, we should solve Quirrell first!"

Malfoy shifted his target: "He just extinguished my fire-breathing dragon and trampled on my dignity!"

"What should I do if my brother's dignity is trampled upon?"

Crabbe was furious: "What's the point of asking?"

Goyle moved his wrist, and the knuckles made a crackling sound.

"Cut him!"

(End of this chapter)