Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

If it was still in the original world, Harry would have frozen Malfoy into an ice sculpture.

Don't you know that witches are very narrow-minded? Still crazy provocative here.

But considering the environment she is in now, Harley is going to verbally instigate it first. If the opponent strikes first, then he is acting in self-defense.

But before Harry could speak, Hermione, who was pushed aside, spoke first:

You said you were a noble nobleman? What era is it, when everyone is equal, you still advertise that nobility is noble?

The greatest queens are long out of power! Most of the nobles are also gone!

Although he couldn't fully understand what Hermione meant, Malfoy could barely tell that the girl in front of him was a Muggle-born wizard, and she was expressing her disdain for nobles.

That only shows that your vision is too low! Malfoy said in a contemptuous voice,

We are not the Muggle nobles you mentioned, but a pure-blood family with a long tradition in the magic world!

Except for idiots like Longbottom and traitors like Weasley, everyone else is born noble!

With that said, Malfoy looked Hermione up and down disdainfully:

Of course, Miss...'Sea Otter', I don't expect your stupid brain to understand what I mean. After all, our levels are too far apart.

It took Hermione a while to realize what sea otter meant, and she couldn't help trembling with anger: My name is Hermione Granger! I'm not a sea otter!

It doesn't matter, Malfoy spread his hands, what's your name is none of my business? I don't have the time to learn your name.

Anyway, judging from your front teeth and matted hair, the name 'Sea Otter' fits your image well.

The two tall and strong boys next to them laughed together, although they looked a little silly.

Harry couldn't help rubbing his forehead. This Hermione doesn't know how to quarrel at all! Can't grasp the key point of mocking people.

This Mister Malfoy, Harry said in a gentle voice after taking control of the battlefield,

Although I don't really know whether you are a noble or not, but judging from your words and deeds, I really can't tell it.

I don't think a real aristocrat would speak so vulgarly, let alone treat a lady unreasonably.

Even if you are a ruined nobleman, you can't do these things, but I think-

Harry glanced at the two tall boys, eyes full of contempt,

—At least you should learn to knock on the door before entering the room. This should be the most basic family education, as long as there are parents, they should understand this truth.

As he said that, Harry suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and gently pressed a finger against his chin:

Oh, maybe you're an orphan? If that's the case, I'd like to apologize to you. You'd be forgiven for not having a tutor.

Sorry for the change, but I still hope you can learn etiquette. Of course I can't teach you, I'm not your parent after all.

Harley's words combined with the instigator's extraordinary ability instantly made Malfoy's anger reach its peak.

What Malfoy hated most was someone who questioned the nobility of pure-blood nobles.

Under the teaching of his parents and a portrait of the deputy elder in Malfoy Manor, Malfoy has already engraved the nobility of pure blood in his heart.

Now someone not only questioned his own nobility, but also insulted himself for having no parents! How can Malfoy, who thinks highly of himself, bear this!

Malfoy felt an inexplicable evil thought appearing in his heart, and his whole brain was telling himself: Beat her up! Let that bitch who looks down on him be beaten up!

He didn't think too much, but directly shouted to the two boys beside him: Crabbe, Goyle, give her some flair! Make her dare to question Malfoy's nobility!

Crabbe and Goyle had always obeyed Malfoy's orders, and they walked up to Malfoy with grinning grinning.

Ron stood up immediately: What are you going to do? Beat up girls? Hermione next to her screamed.

Malfoy said loudly from behind: Don't hesitate, beat up that Weasley traitor and the smelly Mudblood together!

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, and immediately rushed forward fiercely, as if they were going to deal with Ron who seemed to be the most combative first.

Harry was extremely happy, that little guy named Malfoy really had no resistance to his instigation.

It's self-defense for me to take action now! While thinking, Harry raised his hand.

The spirituality in her body was consumed rapidly, and the whole box was plunged into cold. Crabbe and Goyle found themselves unable to move, their hands and feet covered in frost.

The two couldn't help but panic and started yelling, but then they were punched in the face by Ron.

And it was Malfoy who screamed with them. Neville, who had been pushed aside earlier, got up at some point and pressed down on Malfoy, saying angrily:

I don't allow you to insult my parents! Absolutely! Yes! No! Allow! Allow!

And Malfoy was frozen by Harry's feet, and he didn't expect that the silly-looking Longbottom would suddenly attack him, so he was directly pressed to the ground.

Looking at this scene, Hermione couldn't help screaming: Stop it, stop it! Don't fight any more!

But everyone ignored her. Harry had swapped his homemade wand for the snakewood wand.

At this time, she was waving her wand lightly, directing the frost to further cover the three of Malfoy.

Crabbe had a nosebleed from Ron's beating, and Goyle's finger was bleeding from a mouse bite in Ron's pocket.

There was such a commotion in the box that the little wizards in the surrounding boxes poked their heads out of curiosity.

Some fearless people even ran over to watch the melee, and kept pointing fingers.

At this time, a fire suddenly appeared outside the door, and Professor Dumbledore appeared in the aisle of the train. There is also a big golden-red bird standing on his shoulder.

After seeing Professor Dumbledore clearly, many young wizards shrank their heads in fright and returned to their seats obediently.

The few onlookers stood there in a daze, for fear that the principal would put him in confinement.

Professor Dumbledore ignored them, but waved his wand. The five people fighting in the box were separated instantly, and the frost on the three of Malfoy disappeared immediately.

Professor Dumbledore immediately looked at Harry: Harry, what's going on?

Harry didn't hide anything, and immediately told the truth objectively and fairly, from the time she got on the train to the arrival of the professor.

When narrating, Harley's voice was always very soft, appearing very weak and helpless.

The only thing she concealed was that she performed a small instigation.

Anyway, this ability will basically have no spiritual residue, and the frost covering just now has prevented Dumbledore from possibly performing divination, if he could.

Dumbledore frowned. He had been quietly monitoring the train, so he naturally knew that what Harry said was completely true.

Malfoy provoked first, but after being retorted by Harry, he became angry from embarrassment, said insulting words, and asked his followers to beat people.

In order to protect the girl, Ron should also protect his friends, so he fought with the three of Malfoy.

Harry cast some weird spells in it to help Ron and Neville not get hurt too much.

This matter seemed very reasonable, but due to the intuition of an old man who had lived for a long time, Dumbledore always felt that something was wrong.