Karl quickly took them and saw Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and also Ron, Neville, and Hermione in his view.
Is it starting? Neville! Don't disappoint me and the old man!
At this moment, in the Gryffindor stands, Malfoy was with his two cronies, stirring up trouble.
Perhaps the weather was clear and the rain had stopped, and he felt he was capable.
Although Malfoy was very afraid of Karl, it was hard to suppress his feelings for Harry and his jealousy of Ron.
I don't bully or insult classmates; I can always fight them, right?
Malfoy arrogantly tilted his head back, pointing his nostrils directly at Ron.
"What standards does your Gryffindor team use to select players? Do you pick whoever is more pathetic? For example, Harry Potter has no parents,
and the Weasley Brothers are as poor as vagrants."
"Oh! Sorry! I forgot they are your brothers, and you are also a Weasley, so why aren't you up there? You clearly fit the standard too, is it because you're too stupid to be chosen?"
Ron was worried about Snape targeting Harry and had no time to look back at him.
"Shut up, Malfoy! Don't make me teach you a lesson!"
"You want to teach me a lesson?"
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all burst into laughter, "With just you? Plus this brainless Longbottom—"
His words suddenly stopped there, because he saw the bludgeon in Neville's hand.
"Ahem! Don't get arrogant just because someone's backing you up; the Professors are all here!"
Neville's face turned red, and he stood up, glaring at him, "Are you talking about yourself, Malfoy? No one is more arrogant than you! Get out of here!
You're not welcome here!"
Just then, Harry suddenly dove straight towards the ground, with Ravenclaw Seeker Roger Davies following closely behind. Their beautiful flying skills drew a burst of cheers from the crowd.
Malfoy, seeing this scene, was envious and jealous, so he laughed mockingly, "Are there Galleons on the ground? I bet you Weasleys would, just like just now—
Ron suddenly exploded without warning, rushing over and tackling him to the ground.
Seeing the two wrestling, Crabbe and Goyle immediately stepped forward to help.
"Stop! Don't even think about ganging up!"
Neville gritted his teeth and blocked them.
"Get lost! You coward!"
"Or else you too— Ah!"
Amidst screams, Crabbe was knocked to the ground by Neville with a single swing of his bludgeon, scaring the nearby young Gryffindors into gasping.
"I am not a coward!"
Neville roared loudly, raising his bludgeon again, "You three bastards! I am a brave Gryffindor!"
Under Goyle's terrified gaze, the bludgeon struck his forehead with a dull whoosh.
"Ah!"
Although the two weren't directly split open due to the protection of spells, the pain was incredibly real.
Under the bat techniques taught by Grindelwald, Crabbe and Goyle were beaten to tears.
"Well done, Neville! Beat them hard! Let them know—ouch!"
A distracted Ron was punched in the face by Malfoy and rolled aside.
"Ron!"
Hermione, who had been focused on Harry, noticed the fight breaking out and rushed over, pushing Malfoy aside.
The furious Malfoy just got up, and before he could clearly see the situation, a dark shadow in his vision grew larger and larger.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Neville knocked Malfoy down again with another swing of his bludgeon.
Crabbe and Goyle took the opportunity to knock Neville over, then grabbed Malfoy and ran.
"Run! This guy's crazy—Ah!"
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the young Gryffindors, amidst continuous screams, Neville wielded his bludgeon, chasing and brutally beating the three of them, just like playing whack-a-mole.
This scene was so explosive that the young Gryffindors didn't even notice Harry catching the Golden Snitch and winning the match on the field.
Not only them, but both Quidditch players from the two teams and other spectators in the stands were all staring in shock at Neville, who had transformed into a berserker.
Merlin's pants! What is going on?
"Stop!"
A sharp rebuke came, finally stopping the bloodthirsty Neville.
Snape limped onto the stands, looking at him furiously, "Longbottom! What are you doing? How dare you attack someone with a weapon in public!"
Neville clutched his bludgeon tightly, "They came looking for trouble first!"
"But I only saw you assaulting—"
Snape's words abruptly stopped, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his face turned grim.
Because not far away, Grindelwald was slowly walking towards them with his hands behind his back.
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