A Certain Scientific Harry Potter 25

That is just his personality; if someone treats him well, he doesn't mind reciprocating. But if someone is always trying to control him, forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do, or making him acknowledge twisted logic that he considers complete nonsense, Harry doesn't mind being a powder keg ready to blow at any moment.

However, having said that, Harry actually really wanted to complain. You have to wonder, with Professor Flitwick being such a kind and amiable little old man, he's been stuck dealing with two stacks of old books under his podium for over a decade—how has no one in this school thought to get him a footstool?

Do the students at Hogwarts have nothing else in their brains besides studying magic and competing for the House Cup?

Days without being able to stir up trouble are very boring, so Harry could only silently wait for a good opportunity to drop out. Then, one day, he discovered that Hermione was holding a leisure book, which was a rare occurrence.

Fantastic Quidditch Balls. Seeing this book, Harry finally remembered that they still had Flying Class to attend.

But to be honest, even though Harry knew he was very talented at flying in the original story, he had absolutely no interest in the Flying Class and Quidditch that everyone else was so enthusiastic about.

He didn't have the "flying dreams" of those edgy teenagers, and besides, once he fully mastered the Obscurus, he would be able to unlock all kinds of flight postures without ever needing to ride a broomstick.

On Wednesday during Flying Class, Harry kept his word and didn't get too excited; he just briefly confirmed his current flying talent.

And then... he decisively chose to hide his light.

Harry recently discovered that the voices he had been hearing were likely the sounds of magic flowing inside magical objects.

Any item infused with magical materials would emit some kind of sound, and while these sounds had strange and varied nuances, their timbres could generally be classified into four types.

Explosive, gentle, agile, and heavy.

And these magical objects that emitted sounds seemed to respond actively to Harry's magic, very willing to be used by him.

Wands were like this, and flying broomsticks were, of course, no exception.

During Flying Class, Harry even had a feeling that if he wanted to, a single "Up!" could easily summon all the broomsticks to his side!

It was precisely because of this that Harry had to hide his skill; after all, he didn't want to be nagged by Professor Flitwick or anyone else to play Quidditch.

However, upon learning that Gryffindor House and Slytherin House would be having their first Flying Class together tomorrow, Harry suddenly had other thoughts.

The opportunity he had been looking for to stir up trouble and get expelled seemed to have appeared.

The next day, Thursday morning, Harry and Hermione were eating in the dining hall when a small commotion broke out at another table further away.

Gryffindor and Slytherin classes were rarely held together, so Malfoy seldom encountered Neville and Ron, whom he had always looked down upon. Now that he saw them in the dining hall, he naturally wanted to bully them a bit.

As it happened, Neville's grandmother had sent him a Remembrall, and Malfoy simply reached out and snatched it away.

This commotion was eventually quelled by the intervention of Professor McGonagall. At the same time, the Remembrall, serving as key evidence, brought back many of Harry's impressions of the original film.

So... judging by the current situation, if he wasn't in Gryffindor, would there be no one to stand up for Neville when Malfoy found the Remembrall this afternoon?

Then he might as well be the messenger of justice himself... if Malfoy really dared to be as provocative as he was in the original story.

"Hermione, do you want to go see Hagrid this afternoon?" Thinking of this, Harry asked Hermione beside him, "He sent Hedwig to deliver a letter saying he recently got a Kneazle and wanted to ask me for some special food."

"Hagrid is keeping a cat? That's wonderful!" Hermione didn't doubt Harry's words at all, "I really hope that while he learns to keep a cat, he can also make his hut a bit tidier. His hound, Fang, is always splashing drool everywhere!"

"Then it's settled. After the afternoon class ends, let's cut across the playground; it'll save us some walking."

Harry smiled happily, though in his heart, he was already infinitely expectant.

Malfoy, you had better be up to the task.

After the afternoon Transfiguration Class ended, Harry made up a random excuse about needing to go back to Filch to retrieve something. By the time they actually left the castle, the first Flying Class for the lions and snakes had already been going on for quite a while.

"Help! Someone, please help me!"

"Oh no! That's Neville up there!"

Hearing the shouting on the playground, Hermione looked up instinctively, only to find Neville flying around uncontrollably on his broomstick, and later, he accidentally lost his grip and fell from the sky!

"His broom is out of control. He probably took a hard fall."

Seeing this, Harry hurried over with Hermione. When they got close, Madam Hooch was about to take Neville away for treatment.

"I'm taking this boy to the hospital wing. If you don't want to be kicked out of Hogwarts before you even get to play Quidditch, then put your broomsticks back where they belong!"

Madam Hooch threatened the students present and, having no time to talk to the intruding Harry and Hermione, hurried away with the sobbing Neville.

"Look! Isn't this the Remembrall that fool Longbottom's grandmother sent him?"

Malfoy, with his sharp eyes, found the shiny orb where Neville had fallen.

"Malfoy, put it down! That belongs to Neville!"

Malfoy held the Remembrall up and sneered triumphantly. However, apart from Ron and another girl who dared to speak up for justice, the rest of the Gryffindors remained silent.

But Malfoy's smile soon froze on his face.

"Hand it over."

Harry stood not far from Malfoy, his face expressionless as he reached out to demand it.

Chapter 45: Malfoy Can Be Provoked

When Harry spoke, the atmosphere on the entire playground instantly became heavy.

Harry and Malfoy—one was a ruthless person who dared to burn the Sorting Hat, and the other was a representative of a pure-blood family. No one dared to ignore their confrontation!

"Harry, you..."

Malfoy's mouth twitched uncontrollably, his cheeks turning pale and then red. He was clearly quite conflicted inside.

Harry had always been a good fighter; the previous conflicts between the two had all, without exception, ended with Malfoy getting beaten and losing.

Therefore, the current Malfoy would at most trade barbs with Harry; he absolutely dared not resort to physical violence.

However, this time, Malfoy felt that Harry was overstepping his bounds.

He was bullying Neville of Gryffindor House and had taken Neville's Remembrall—what did that have to do with a student from Eagle House like him?

You had already finished your Flying Class yesterday, so why were you coming to the pitch today to stir up trouble?

And... to actually use that condescending attitude to force me to hand over the Remembrall in front of all the first-year Slytherin House students?!

At this moment, Malfoy could clearly feel the stinging gazes behind him.

Those were his fellow Slytherins, students also born into pure-blood families, scrutinizing him—the leader of the first-year Slytherin House!

Gritting his teeth, Malfoy suddenly grabbed the broom beside him and mounted it!

That's right, he couldn't be a coward!

Why should he be repeatedly suppressed, or even trampled underfoot, by a guy who had chosen to debase himself?!

"Harry, I won't give it to you~" Malfoy said triumphantly as he rose into the air on his broom. "I'm going to put it somewhere else and let Longbottom go find it... yes, how about on top of a tree? Maybe that fool will take another tumble!"

"Malfoy, if I were you, I would return the Remembrall immediately and go apologize to Neville."

Harry remained completely unmoved by Malfoy's provocation, and this attitude made everyone present realize... Harry wasn't afraid of Malfoy at all!

"Harry... damn it! Stop putting on a show and spouting nonsense. If you've got the guts, fly up here and grab it!"

Malfoy kept provoking Harry from the sky. He did fly quite well, even capable of hovering or stopping abruptly in mid-air. While showing off his skills to those around him, he continued to mock Harry.

"Harry, I don't think you can even fly at all!" Malfoy flew to a spot two meters in front of Harry and stopped, taunting him smugly. "What's wrong? You're usually so arrogant and overbearing, why are you mute now? Admit it, Harry, you're only destined to eat my dust!!"

"Harry, don't!" Hermione tugged tightly at Harry's sleeve. "Malfoy is trying to provoke you. You'll be at a disadvantage if you go up there rashly!"

In Hermione's view, Malfoy had clearly practiced flying before entering school, whereas Harry had 'only' been able to hover at a low altitude of less than three stories yesterday; there was no way he could beat the other boy in the air!

Well, if Hermione knew that Harry had a father who was a Quidditch Seeker, she might not have thought that way.

"I know~" Harry replied softly, though his face showed a hint of hesitation.

Malfoy, this kid, how should one put it... his brain must be a little short-circuited~

If he had stayed flying in the sky, Harry would have had to follow the original plot, grab a random broom, and fly up to have an aerial race with him.

But now that he had delivered himself to his doorstep to taunt him, could Harry really let him get away?

"To deal with you, I don't need to fly." Harry slowly raised his palm toward Malfoy's broom. "Come here!!"

With a sharp shout, the broom Malfoy was riding suddenly broke free from his control and flew straight into Harry's hand!

Caught off guard, Malfoy fell onto the ground on his backside once again.

"Damn it! Harry, you bastard, what did you do to my broom?!" Malfoy sat on the ground, clutching his backside and shouting resentfully.

"Nothing, it's just that your broom prefers to obey my commands, just like you will in a moment~" Harry walked up to Malfoy and reached out his hand again, looking down at him. "Malfoy... hand over Neville's Remembrall."

"..." Threatened once again while being looked down upon by Harry, Malfoy's expression gradually froze.

How many times had it been now?

He had been easily knocked down by this bastard Harry...

Before meeting Harry, Malfoy had never imagined that he, as a member of the noble pure-blood lineage, would be trampled underfoot by someone time and time again!

"Last time, hand over Neville's Remembrall." Harry's voice, filled with heavy mockery, rang in Malfoy's ears. "No matter how much you stall, you can't change the outcome. Malfoy, don't you understand yet... you, who fancy yourself superior, are actually just a useless piece of trash!"

Trash...

Malfoy had never understood why Harry would go against him for the sake of a useless fool like Neville, but he knew he was angry now!

And he was beyond furious!!

"Why should I... hand this thing over?!"

Suddenly, Malfoy slammed the Remembrall onto the ground and lunged at Harry with a roar!

"Harry Potter, what gives you the right to order me around like this?!!"

Very good, this guy had finally snapped~

Seeing the twisted-faced Malfoy lunging at him, a hint of joy flashed across Harry's face. He didn't dodge or evade, instead kicking out and sending Malfoy sprawling on the spot!

"Bastard! Bastard Potter! Crabbe, Goyle, what are you standing there for?!"

Feeling that he had been extremely 'humiliated' by Harry, Malfoy didn't back down this time. Instead, he endured the pain, got up, and shouted for his two lackeys to join him in ganging up on Harry!

"Heavens... how did it end up like this again?"

Seeing this scene, Hermione helplessly covered her forehead with her hand, though she gripped her wand tightly.

Fighting was certainly wrong, but she couldn't let her brother be at a disadvantage!

"To think they're three-on-one against Harry, these Slytherin House guys are too shameless!"

Among the Gryffindor House students, Ron, who couldn't stand to watch, spoke up for Harry. He wanted to run out and help, but after observing the battle, he hesitated.

Even when facing the siege of three people, Harry was still able to dodge most of Crabbe and Goyle's attacks with his agile movements, while relentlessly chasing Malfoy to beat him up... Ron asked himself, he definitely didn't have that kind of ability.

The guy was clearly handling it with ease; if he went up there and ended up causing trouble instead, that would be a real disaster.

"Damn it... Harry, damn you! Everyone, use your wands! I'll take the blame for whatever happens!!" Beaten black and blue by Harry yet again, Draco Malfoy, burning with rage, actually drew his wand!

"Harry Potter, I'm going to make you pay today, so you'll never dare to look down on me, Draco Malfoy, again! Crabbe, Goyle, get him!!"

Amidst Malfoy's near-irrational threats, Crabbe and Goyle had no choice but to draw their wands as well; a children's brawl instantly escalated into a duel between underage wizards!

But even then, Malfoy still felt it wasn't enough!

"Today, whoever dares to go notify a professor is an enemy of me, Draco Malfoy, and an enemy of the Malfoy family! Besides... Zabini, Nott, and the rest of you, don't you want to give this bastard Harry a good thrashing?!"

"This guy not only abandoned the honor of wizardkind to throw himself into a Muggle family, but now he even wants to trample upon the glory of pure blood. Are you... are you all just going to stand there and do nothing?!!"

Chapter 46: Slytherin House Is Actually Very United

At this moment, Malfoy had completely lost all sense of restraint.

The encounter in Diagon Alley, the events of the first day of school, and every subsequent humiliation he had suffered at Harry's hands finally erupted all at once!

Fighting back with his fists was no longer enough to extinguish the resentment in Malfoy's heart; he wanted to use his wand!

Only by using curses to torture Harry until he was on the brink of death could he truly find satisfaction!

Furthermore, Malfoy wasn't satisfied with just acting alone, so his two lackeys, along with other influential students in Slytherin House, were all being coerced into joining the siege against Harry!

"I think that's feasible."

"Agreed~"