Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

Malfoy and Neville were on two sides, with Professor Lanfeng standing in the middle, and first-year wizards from four colleges watching the battle.

Lanfeng didn't bother with anything. He bowed before the fight or other frivolous things. He simply started the fight and kicked off the fight.

Malfoy's combat literacy was relatively high and he pulled out his wand, while Neville didn't know what to do and stood there blankly. Seeing that Malfoy had pointed the wand at him, he hurriedly looked for the wand in his pocket.

"Stand still!" Malfoy pointed his wand at Neville and shouted the spell loudly, fearing that others would not know that the spell he used was something that only senior students learned.

The little wizards watching the battle heard clearly, and Neville naturally heard it clearly too. He stopped searching for his wand in his pocket, put his arms in front of his head, closed his eyes, and did not dodge, accepting that he was about to be attacked. The fact that the spell hit.

But there was no pain or other sensations in his body, but he could faintly hear the laughter of his classmates, especially Ron's laughter, which was particularly obvious.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at Malfoy through the gap in his arms, and saw that he was holding the wand. He was still there, and his expression was not good. He didn't know what happened, so he took the opportunity to continue to fumble for the wand.

Lanfeng smiled, this was the effect he wanted.

It turned out that Malfoy shouted the curse correctly, but did not release the correct magic. The wand recognized the sparks like a firework stick. Not to mention, it was quite beautiful.

But in Malfoy's view, this was because he had made a fool of himself. He originally wanted to use a leg-locking spell to end the battle magnificently, bow elegantly, and then be humble, just like an old-school nobleman.

Now this scene was unacceptable to him. Neville, who was holding his head like an ostrich, was not laughed at, but he who failed to cast a spell became the laughing stock, especially the annoying guys in Gryffindor, who laughed the most.Potter also smiled, obviously he wanted to be friends with him so much.

The clown is actually me, right?

Neville opposite was still looking for his wand foolishly, but he still had a chance.defeat him!Clear your name!

I can't use advanced magic spells, otherwise I will make a fool of myself. I have practiced the floating spell well, and I can already levitate a bench. As long as I work harder, I may not be able to knock him down.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The spell was successful. Neville staggered, but did not fall to the ground. After all, he was fat and his weight was not comparable to that of a bench. However, this stagger allowed Malfoy to see the dawn of upgrade. He cast spells continuously and kept getting closer. May the spell not fail.

Neville over there was not a fool, so he started to dodge and took out his wand from his pocket, but he was at a loss because he did not have the magic spell that he had mastered, so he could only dodge the spell awkwardly.

Seeing Malfoy getting closer and closer, the Gryffindor students began to cheer for Neville, hoping that he would fight back quickly.But Neville just held up his wand and was speechless for a long time.

"Don't worry about your wand, beat him with your fist!" Hermione shouted loudly in the Gryffindor crowd. Among the students, she was the only one who had seriously studied Lanfeng's quotations, and vaguely guessed that Professor Lanfeng had asked two companies to do a simple The reason why the little wizard can't master the magic spells is why he fights.

After hearing Hermione's words, everyone in Gryffindor also understood. Ron took the lead and Harry helped, prompting Neville to raise his fists.

The prompt worked, but it was not Neville who got the prompt, but Malfoy.

Malfoy had already closed some distance from Neville. Taking advantage of Neville's avoidance, Malfoy ran two steps and reached out to push Neville.

But there was a size difference between the two of them. Malfoy did not push Neville, but was subconsciously grabbed by Neville, and the two began to struggle.

Malfoy punched Neville in the stomach and back.Use your feet to dig into Tinawi's legs, hoping he will fall to the ground quickly.

Neville didn't fight back, but kept using Malfoy as support to keep himself from falling.

Lan Feng, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, was disappointed. Faced with the professor's unknown test, it was nothing to be timid, Lan Feng could understand; it didn't matter if he was clumsy and slower in learning magic, Lan Feng could accept it; but he was hit in front of him. , and did not dare to fight back. Such cowardly behavior made Lan Feng want to give up this warrior training game.

After all, he was a child, so he wasn't very strong. Even after a few punches, he didn't do any serious damage to Neville, which made Malfoy itch with hatred.

"Idiot Neville, look at how stupid you are, do you really like the taste of my fist?" Malfoy started a verbal offensive.

Neville didn't say anything. He had been used to this kind of humiliation and abuse towards him since he was a child. Who made him so slow and useless?

Even Neville didn't respond, and Malfoy punched him a few more times. "Are you waiting for your savior, Potter, to save you? Wake up, poor Neville, he is just a guy who is just looking for fame." Although he didn't think so in his heart, But in order to stimulate Neville, he said so.

"Still waiting for the red-haired Weasley. He, like his family, is a group of paupers. They are a disgrace to the nobility." This was what he was thinking.

Neville still didn't speak, but his hand grabbed Malfoy's shoulder harder, which made Malfoy feel a little painful and made him even more angry.

He gritted his teeth and whispered in Neville's ear, "Still waiting for that girl with crooked teeth, oh! A mudblood! She wanted you to hit me just now, I will have to teach her a lesson sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Neville pushed Malfoy away, and then hit Malfoy with a fat punch on the face, causing his body to spin half a circle before falling to the ground, but he was dizzy and could not stand up. .

Neville raised his fists, and the cowardice on his face was no longer replaced by a look full of anger. "You are not allowed! Use that word! Talk about my friend!"

It was only a few days since school started, and he wasn't very familiar with the savior Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, but he already regarded the girl who had been helping him since the train - Hermione Granger. own friends.

It's okay to be bullied yourself.But insulting your friends is absolutely not okay!

One punch seemed to drain all the strength from his body, and Neville fell to the ground.

Lanfeng was a little surprised. He didn't have any hope at first, but he saw the shining point in Neville. Others may not have heard Malfoy's words, but he heard them clearly.

Although Neville is not very talented and has a weak character, his sincerity towards his friends is sincere. Anyone who dares to punch for his friends also has his own courage in his heart.Lanfeng decided to give him a chance.

The two students from Slytherin and all the students from Gryffindor rushed over and helped up their classmates respectively.

Lan Feng walked over, green light appeared on his two palms, and patted the two of them. After a while, the two of them regained their vitality.

Malfoy, who came back to his senses, was furious and rushed towards Neville, "How dare you hit me!"

But he was stopped by the Gryffindor boys headed by Harry.

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