Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Albert angrily threw Lockhart's books on the ground, which Harry had given him.

Harry heard that he hadn't bought it yet, and as if he was amnesty, he gave Albert the books Lockhart gave him. He said that he would rather buy another set than see the book Lockhart gave him. A set of books that would remind him of the discomfort of being held in Lockhart's arms.

"If Newt hadn't been interrogated by Mrs. Scamander and had no time to escape, it would have been Lockhart's turn to talk nonsense here."

When Albert and Harry exited the center of the crowd, Draco Malfoy, who was watching the show upstairs, had a sarcastic smile on his face:

"You must be enjoying this, Bro. The famous Harry Bro., even a visit to Flourish and Blotts never fails to make headlines."

The Weasley family, including Ginny, came up and surrounded Draco, looking like a gangster bullying their little brother.

Seeing this kind of battle, Draco took a small step back. Then he remembered his identity and felt that it would be a bit embarrassing to retreat like this. He straightened his body again and turned on the map cannon proudly: "I think after today, you will be famous." It's really pitiful that the Fa family will have to live a hard life for a while..."

He stepped on the first floor of the stairs and looked at Ron condescendingly, with an indescribable look of superiority on his face.

It is tolerable, but what is intolerable?Ron's face was as red as a dried radish. He threw the book into the old cauldron and wanted to punch Draco.

It wasn't the people around him who stopped him, the twins grabbed his clothes and Arthur Weasley stepped out from behind.

"What are you doing? Don't want to fight in the bookstore."

"Oh, look, look who this is, isn't it Arthur Weasley? Why, now that you have money to buy books for your children, how come you let me see, why are they not new books?" Lucius Malfoy's face With a false smile on his face, he looked at the Weasley family sarcastically.

"Lucius..." The voice came out from between Mr. Weasley's teeth, appearing extremely restrained.

Albert could see clearly from behind that Arthur Weasley's fists were clenched and veins popped out.

"Haha, you must be working overtime a lot lately. It's really hard. I wonder if the Ministry of Magic has paid you overtime pay?" Lucius mocked while picking up the "Basic Transfiguration Guide" that Ginny had placed in the crucible.

"It seems not. I hope you won't go hungry next month. I'm really ashamed of you. You are a scum among wizards. You are so degenerate. You actually make friends with Muggles." Lucius glanced at Gran on the side. Mr. and Mrs. Jay.

With a clang, Ginny's cauldron flew out, and Mr. Weasley activated his active skill to throw the cauldron.

Mr. Weasley lunged at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him against a bookshelf and dozens of thick spell books falling on their heads.

Fred and George yelled, "Hit him, Dad!"

Mrs. Weasley screamed, "Don't do it, Arthur, don't do it!"

The crowd retreated in panic, knocking down more bookshelves. They had just said they would not fight in the bookstore, but now they were fighting together.

"Gentlemen, please do it - please do it." The clerk shouted, but such words could not extinguish the strong anger of the two people.

What is the battle between wizards like?

Are they poking each other with small wooden sticks and only emitting mutant fluorescent spells?

Or do you mean punching him to the point of getting bruised and swollen?

For Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy at this moment, the answer is obviously the latter.

Red hair and light blond hair were tied together, Arthur and Lucius looked at each other.

"Let go!" "Let go!"

"You let me go first and then let me go." "No, let's go together. I'll count to three, two, one."

The two shouted at the same time that as middle-aged men, they take their hair very seriously.

You throw a left hook, I throw a right hook, and the fight is intense.

Arthur's body shape was more dominant. He looked taller and stronger, but Lucius's body shape was more flexible and could often avoid Arthur's fists, so the two fought back and forth.

The two of them hugged each other. Mr. Weasley wanted to throw the Earth Throw, but he was not strong enough. Instead, Lucius seized the opportunity and hit Mr. Weasley hard with both hands.

"Master Weasley...sir, try to cut him in the middle!"

Albert was cheering and cheering on the side. The annual drama in Diagon Alley, the boxing championship fight is not something you can see every year.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Arthur decided to switch to a ground battle. He pounced and knocked Lucius to the ground. His sparse red-haired head hit Lucius's chest "duang", and then Lucius was hit by Lucius. Si grabbed the hair and took out a big handful.

Between the two of us, you hit me with a headbutt and I hit you with an elbow. From time to time, I also used dirty tricks like teasing my vaginal legs and monkey stealing peaches.

"Ah - you actually still have teeth!" Lucius shouted, his wrist suffered a fatal injury, so he decided to join if he couldn't beat him...

"Ah - if you have the ability, just let go, but you can't afford it, right?"

The two temporarily separated, distanced themselves, and prepared to attack again, but they were pulled away by a tall little giant. Hagrid's loud voice drowned out the cheers of the people around him:

"Spread out, Arthur, you shouldn't be fighting."

Hagrid strode over to the book floor and pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy away in the blink of an eye.Mr. Weasley had a cut lip, and Mr. Malfoy had one of his eyes hit by a copy of Toadstool, and he was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration textbook in his hand.He thrust the book into her hand, his eyes flashing with evil.

"Here, little girl—take your book—it's the best thing your father can give you—"

Albert stopped watching the play and saw that Lucius still had a black notebook in his hand, and the wand was pointed at the light golden hair in a hidden way.

"Confusion!"

Lucius's eyes turned to Albert, "You must be Albert Klein. I heard Draco talking about you..."

Albert squinted his eyes and stared at Draco with a threatening look, scaring him to get close to Lucius. The memory of being beaten on the train resurfaced, "Dad..."

"You really embarrass me. As a noble pure-blood noble, your grades are not as good as those of two Muggles. I'm really ashamed of you!" Lucius tightened his robe and cursed in a low voice. He turned around again Looking at Albert with a false smile.

"As a gift to welcome you to the magical world, my uncle gives you this notebook. You're welcome, just accept it."

Albert took the notebook and saw Lucius smiling, "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

If Voldemort knew you handed me the notebook with your own hands in the future, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would just give you an Avatar.

The natural favorability of Voldemort is -60, this is no joke.

"I wish you good luck, Mr. Malfoy." Albert sincerely wished.

Lucius continued to maintain his false smile, and he shook hands with Albert, "This is what I should do, Mr. Klein."