I'll Wash Your Mouth Out for Your Father

However, her talent with the Levitation Charm was nowhere near as strong as with the Glacier Spell. Although Neville's descent slowed, it was not enough to spare him from injury.

Neville hit the grass with a bang, his little face going pale with pain.

Madam Hooch bent over Neville, her face as pale as his.

After a quick examination, Madam Hooch pulled Neville to his feet. "Fortunately, it's only a broken wrist."

She turned to the other young wizards on the field.

"I'm taking this child to the hospital wing. None of you are to move! Put your Flying Broomsticks back where they were, or before you can even say 'Quidditch,' you'll be thrown out the gates of Hogwarts!" Madam Hooch threatened.

The moment Madam Hooch left, Malfoy could no longer hold himself back.

He picked up the Memory Ball Neville had carelessly dropped onto the grass. "Look! The idiot Longbottom's grandmother sent this to him!"

Malfoy held up the Memory Ball, looking unbearably pleased with himself.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harry said, drawing his Wand from his waist.

Seeing this, Irina slapped her forehead. Here came another iconic scene!

Malfoy sneered. "I think I'll put it somewhere for Longbottom to fetch. How about up in a tree?"

"Give it here!" Harry shouted.

Before Harry could make a move, Malfoy leaped onto a Flying Broomstick and prepared to take off.

Malfoy was, after all, a Seeker who could go toe-to-toe with Harry in a Quidditch match. He truly had some skill at flying. Hovering level with the crown of a rubber tree, he flashed Harry a mocking grin.

Harry grabbed his own broom and chased after Malfoy, one after the other.

"Don't do this, Harry! Madam Hooch will expel you!"

Hermione was frantic beside them.

Who could understand her suffering? Raising two kids by herself was bad enough, and this kid named Harry was especially mischievous!

"Don't worry, Hermione." Irina held her back and raised her Wand with her other hand.

She was happy enough to witness the iconic scene of Draco and Harry loving and fighting each other, but what Malfoy was doing undeniably counted as school bullying. Even she could not stand his vile attitude anymore.

Whoosh!

With a flick of Irina's Wand, an icy blue beam shot from its tip, tearing through the air toward the broom beneath Malfoy.

That Silent Spellcasting of the Glacier Spell was beautifully executed, but everyone was so focused on the tense aerial chase that they overlooked what Irina had done.

Crack!

Ice burst apart, and the broom beneath Malfoy instantly froze into solid ice and plummeted downward.

The chill beneath his backside made Malfoy spring up in alarm before gravity dragged him back down.

Yet Malfoy apparently had no intention of letting Harry succeed so easily. He threw the Memory Ball into the distance, then drew his Wand and cast a Banishing Charm at it.

The Memory Ball was struck by the spell and shot away at once, while Malfoy crashed heavily onto the ground with a howl of pain.

Seeing this, Harry immediately flew after it. He chased the Memory Ball high above the castle, then followed it in a rapid descent.

Harry dove toward the grass, catching the Memory Ball almost flush with the ground.

At the sight, the Gryffindor students burst into cheers and rushed toward Harry.

But at that moment, an angry shout rang out.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall came running toward them in a fury. Harry stood up from the ground, trembling all over.

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I have never..." Professor McGonagall was so shocked that she could barely speak. Her glasses gleamed with fury. "How dare you?! You could have broken your neck!"

Professor McGonagall soon marched Harry away.

Hermione looked terribly worried, while Irina comforted her from the side.

Having read the original story, Irina naturally knew that Harry would not be expelled. Instead, he would turn misfortune into fortune and become the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Don't worry, Hermione. Look, I used the Glacier Spell to knock Malfoy down, and I'm fine!" Irina said with a smile, patting Hermione's back.

Hermione rolled her eyes at her. "That's because Professor McGonagall didn't see you!"

At that moment, Malfoy walked over, one hand covering his swollen backside from the fall, though his face remained arrogant. "Hmph, hmph. Your famous Harry Potter is about to be expelled from Hogwarts and can only slink back to the Muggle world! You idiots will be expelled from Hogwarts sooner or later too!"

As Malfoy spoke, he looked at Irina. "And you! You filthy Mudblood, how dare you sneak attack me! Just wait to be expelled too. My father is a school governor! I'll tell my father about you attacking me!"

Irina raised an eyebrow. She lifted her Wand and cast another spell silently. A stream of clear water was summoned and slapped directly across Malfoy's face.

This time, everyone saw Irina cast Aguamenti without a word. They were all somewhat stunned, and even Hermione looked at her in surprise.

"Gurgle, gurgle! My father... gurgle, gurgle... is a school governor! You... gurgle, gurgle... let... gurgle, gurgle... I was wrong... gurgle, gurgle... stop... stop... &&%%"

Irina used Aguamenti to vigorously wash Malfoy's face, while the remaining water poured into his mouth as though determined to wash it clean.

Malfoy choked on water again and again. At first, he was still trying to make threats, but he soon began begging Irina for mercy. Before long, his eyes were rolling back.

Only then did Irina withdraw the spell and shout, "Watch your mouth! Otherwise, I don't mind washing it out for you on your father's behalf!"

After spitting out the water in his mouth, Malfoy opened his mouth to curse her, but when he saw Irina pointing her Wand at him, he backed off resentfully.

The little lions all looked at Irina with admiration. They gazed at her as though she were a holy valkyrie.

"Irina, won't you get in trouble for casting a spell on Malfoy...?"

Hermione looked at her worriedly. The sight of Harry being marched away by Professor McGonagall was still fresh in her mind.

Hearing Hermione's voice, Irina instantly returned to her usual unserious self. Throwing an arm around Hermione's shoulder, she giggled. "It's fine. At worst, I'll get detention again! I already got a week of detention from Professor McGonagall this morning because of the catnip, cat treats, and cat teaser wand. What's one more debt when you already owe so much?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at her again.

Was that really how that phrase was supposed to be used?!

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