The whole hall was in chaos.
"Damon? You--"
Malfoy's voice was seriously distorted, like a chicken with its neck pinched.
A heavy punch hit him hard in the face!
At the same time, Damon's angry voice resounded throughout the venue.
"It's okay to keep calling me a mudblood, I don't care, why do you still bully my friends?"
The expression on his face looked extremely angry, but after knocking Malfoy down with a punch, he stopped moving, and instead stood up and looked at Neville behind him.
Neville understood instantly, and his clenched fist was faster than the speed of his brain's reaction, and he had already smashed directly at Malfoy!
Malfoy, who had just fallen to the ground, had just supported his body and wanted to speak, but he was knocked to the ground again by this punch.
It turned out that he was not that great?
Neville was greatly encouraged, and some blood factor in his body seemed to be completely stimulated by this punch. He directly sat astride Malfoy and punched him again!
Damon was watching from the side, holding his wand and pointing it at everyone, looking coldly at all the little snakes that tried to get close to him.
In the crowd, several Slytherin students hid behind the crowd and took advantage of the chaos to secretly cast evil spells at Damon, but he used the Shield Charm to accurately bounce them back. Some of them were covered with pus, some suddenly laughed uncontrollably, and some danced on the spot. With Malfoy's shouting, it seemed like they were holding a dance party.
"What are you doing! Neville Longbottom!" Malfoy was still shouting.
Neville didn't care about anything else, just punched one after another.
He hit without any rules, but the more he hit, the smoother it became, and he was in high spirits! When his left hand was tired, he used his right hand, alternating between the two hands. When he ran out of strength, he still stubbornly clenched his weak fists, swung his sore arms, and rubbed Malfoy's face again and again.
Things happened quickly, and they were stopped quickly.
The professors didn't seem to expect that there would be a student so bold that he dared to hit someone in public right under their noses. In addition, the words that Damon was muttering made them frown - there were actually people in the student group who kept using this insulting name?
But after being stunned for a few seconds, Professor McGonagall immediately stepped forward to stop everything.
Malfoy was already crying loudly.
"Woo woo woo! I'm going to tell my dad! You're dead! Longbottom, Damon, just wait! I'm going to get you all expelled!"
He pushed Neville away and sat on the ground crying loudly.
Seeing him like this, the other professors were relieved - he still had the energy to cry, and it didn't look like he was seriously injured.
However, their expressions were still grim. Professor McGonagall frowned tightly, not understanding how a child who had always been mature and steady could do such a thing.
What made her even more angry and helpless was that the culprit who caused all this did not realize that he had made a mistake. Instead, he pulled up Neville who was sitting on the ground and helped him tie his loose tie slowly, as if Neville's dress etiquette was less important than the "huge disaster" they had caused.
This scene was seen by many young wizards and was deeply remembered by them. Even after ten or twenty years, when they mentioned this incident, they still talked about it with relish.
They screamed in shock, the professors had dark faces, but the dueling prince just calmly helped the fat boy tie his tie, as if he didn't care about anything, and their opponents were still crying loudly at this time.
If they could switch with Neville at that time, they would be willing to do so even if all the points in the college cup were deducted.
"You played well, Neville. You know, you are better than ten Malfoys combined. Don't be afraid of him anymore. Let him be afraid of you."
Neville's face was flushed, and he didn't even care about his scratched fists. His eyes were shining and he was extremely excited.
What happened afterwards was a little fragmented in the memories of the young wizards.
The whole hall was in a commotion, the prefects were trying their best to maintain order, the cursed snake was twisting wildly, with a sad face, the professors were serious but couldn't hide their surprise, Snape looked at Damon with an expression that seemed like he wanted to eat him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the young wizards couldn't laugh anymore.
Everything was so noisy.
Cheers, screams, cries, and scoldings overlapped, and the roars of the prefects resounded throughout the hall. The little wizards who came into the hall late had their eyes shining, and shouted excitedly, "What happened?" The sound waves seemed to have turned into a long river that swept the entire hall, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together.
But the people present could only hear one voice.
They saw Damon White pat Neville on the shoulder and heard the knocking of Damon's feet on the ground.
Damon White just walked towards the professors.
No one could hear any sound anymore, just staring at that figure in a daze.
The farce was over.
Neville, Malfoy, and the students who were cursed were all sent to the infirmary. Their injuries were very light. Except for the little snakes who brought it upon themselves, Neville and Malfoy only needed to apply some ointment on their wounds, and they could even go to class half an hour later.
The professors breathed a sigh of relief, but Damon, the instigator, was directly deducted 100 points, and Neville was deducted 50 points.
In the infirmary, Neville calmed down a little, but he was still excited and trembling about what he had done before.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were even more shocked by Damon's outrageous behavior.
Harry and Ron clenched their fists excitedly, imagining that they were the ones who beat Malfoy in front of all the wizards.
Hermione almost cried for the lost 150 points, but she still couldn't forget the strong shocking picture in her mind.
All the Gryffindor students gathered together and talked non-stop, and more and more students rushed to the auditorium. "What happened just now!"
Such voices kept playing around the auditorium, and from time to time some students lamented that they didn't witness such a big drama with their own eyes.
The trio came to the infirmary to visit Neville and praised his bravery. The four of them were very happy, but at this moment, Ron asked a question in a daze.
"Damon - will Damon be expelled?"
The other three realized this possibility, their faces turned pale in an instant, and their smiles disappeared.
"Expulsion? Will it be so serious?" Harry asked belatedly.
"Yes, didn't you see the ugly expressions of the professors? Malfoy has been boasting that his father is a school director, and it seems that he has considerable power."
Ron's expression became even uglier.
Hermione didn't have time to feel bad about the score of the House Cup. She became more anxious than ever. "Is there anything we can do? Is there anything we can do?"
Neville even wanted to cry again.
Damon stood up for him, but now... If his grandmother knew about this, would she scold him to death?
Even so, he still mustered up his last bit of courage and said resolutely:
"I-I will go and tell the professors that it was me who wanted to do this-in fact, Damon only threw one punch, and I did all the rest!"
"Neville, it's useless-we all know that Damon was the initiator of this."
Thinking of the possibility of Damon being expelled, Hermione suddenly covered her face with her hands and al
most cried.
But she didn't allow herself to cry, she had to think of a way to save Damon!
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