Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 3 Street Fight

It is human nature to watch the excitement, even wizards.

When the shout floated into the Madam Morkin’s robe shop, most of the people ran out to find out. The few who were still trying on found a gown and put it on, and ran out likewise.

This street is surrounded by crowds, and only the noise and quarrels floating out from it can be heard:

“Weasley, I guess, in order to buy these things, your parents will be hungry next month, right?”

Ulysses walked out of the robe shop and frowned as he looked at the crowd. The next moment, his robe is slightly wavy, and there seems to be an invisible barrier attached to the robe, so that people around him will be gently separated when they are about to touch him.

The crowd gradually separated, revealing two groups of people facing each other.

Most of the hair is red on one side. Standing in the front is a tall middle-aged man with glasses, sparse red hair, and a small baldness in the middle. It is the head of the Weasley family, Arthur Way. Mr. Slay.

Behind him was a broad-faced boy. He lifted up the wizard robe, bulged muscles on it, clenched his fists, and could throw it out at any time.

There were also two boys about the same age as Ulysses. They had the same red hair and freckles, but they looked exactly the same. At this time, they were holding something similar to a small salute, and the muzzle was facing opposite.

Hermione Granger and her parents stood anxiously next to them, Harry Potter held on to Ron, who was flushed and threw the book into the cauldron, ready to rush out.

Behind them, there was also a little girl with red hair hiding behind them.

There were only two people confronting them, but their momentum was not defeated at all, and they were even more faintly.

Both the big and the small have pale blonde hair, the expression on their faces is like a mold carved out, arrogant and disdainful, the chin is slightly raised, like a nobleman overlooking the common people.

Ron could not be moved by Harry. He looked at Malfoy, as if seeing something disgusting on the soles of his shoes, and said sarcastically:

“The coward who flees, the liar, still think he is humorous?”

Last semester, Malfoy coaxed them into a wizarding duel at midnight, and the result was a backhand informing the castlekeeper Filch, which can be regarded as a miserable misfortune for Harry and Ron.

“At least our family doesn’t use those tattered second-hand books, right-Arthur Weasley?”

Lucius Malfoy stepped forward, reached into Ginny’s crucible, and pulled out a broken page of the “Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration” from among the new and bright Lockhart writings, and then said,

“I heard that my man is very busy with official duties, so many checks… Didn’t they pay you overtime? My goodness, if you can’t even get a good salary, what good is it to be a scum among wizards? Woolen cloth?”

Anyone can hear him, his words are full of undisguised sarcasm and resentment.

Arthur Weasley’s face became as red as his hair visible to the naked eye. He breathed smoothly, and said as calmly as possible:

“We have very different views on what a scum among wizards is, Malfoy.”

“That’s natural.”

Lucius Malfoy’s light-colored eyes rolled, and his gaze fell on the Grangers who looked at them with fear.

“Look at your friend Weasley… I thought your family had fallen to the limit.”

Too much……

Ulysses, who was eating melons with relish, couldn’t help sighing in his heart.

With a bang, the crucible in Ginny’s hand flew out, rolled a few times on the ground, and fell just at the feet of Ulysses.

The battle is on the verge.

Said it is a fight… In fact, it is no different from a street fight.

The two dignified pure-blood families were happily punching and kicking like ordinary people in the street, and Ulysses didn’t know what to say for a while.

He thought he could see the magic level of adult wizards here in England.

Mr. Weasley was red-haired and hard with anger, and two punch-bag-sized fists were thrown at Lucius’s head like rain. Charlie Weasley was not to be outdone, his fists were even bigger than his father’s.

The Weasley twins yelled “Hit him, Dad!” while pulling the trigger, two ribbons shot out from the muzzle hole, looking for Malfoy and his son respectively.

Draco Malfoy backed away in a panic and accidentally slammed into a bookshelf, and dozens of thick magic books fell on their heads, blocking the ribbon that was about to fly in front of them for them.

He didn’t doubt what kind of insult would be waiting for him and Lucius if he was tied up by this ribbon.

After all, the Weasley twins were the ones who dared to throw dung eggs on the Slytherin table.

Lucius Malfoy was stunned by the beating, but he would not give up easily, even if the opponent was bullied, even if he was beaten on the ground, he tried his best to resist.

Lucius’ body is like a lobster in a pot, desperately jumping on the ground, his hands are like windmills, who can hit anyone who can hit it, and the several Weasleys pressing on him feel like they can’t be suppressed. .

Then, Lucius seized the opportunity and swept the legs and tripped all the legs in his sight. Both Arthur Weasley and Charlie groaned and fell on him.

On the other side, Harry and Ron approached Draco Malfoy. Draco was incarnate as a heroic thrower, throwing all the books he could touch at them. Ginny nearby cried out:

“You guys don’t fight anymore!”

The onlookers did not pull the frame, but tried their best to shout for cheer. The clerk also stood on the side helpless, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

It wasn’t until a huge figure struggling to push away the crowd and walk in, that the farce came to an end.

Hagrid used both hands to pull Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy away.

The corners of Mr. Weasley’s mouth were torn, and Malfoy’s face was black and blue, and Ginny’s shabby transfiguration textbook was still in his hand.

“You wait to be expelled from Connelly. I hope Dumbledore can take you in and go to the Forbidden Forest to be a guard with this stupid man.”

Lucius Malfoy did not lose, and still put the cruel words viciously, then glanced around and threw the book in his hand into the cauldron at Ulysses’ feet.

However, when he saw the person next to the crucible, he was taken aback, his face was a little unnatural, looking at Ulysses and asking:

“You… look familiar?”

“This is Ulysses Lestrange. However, I don’t think we have met before, sir.”

Ulysses glanced at the crucible inadvertently, then smiled softly.

“Lestrange…Lestrange?”

Lucius Malfoy’s expression became wonderful, a bit of horror appeared in the confusion, and he stepped back subconsciously, murmured,

“Impossible… Why don’t I know…”

Ulysses didn’t care. He picked up the crucible under his feet and prepared to hand it back to Ginny, only to find that Hermione in front of him suddenly panicked and shouted:

“Be careful… don’t, Neville!”