Chapter 322 Conflict Grows Wildly Like Spring Grass in the Sun

On the way back from the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was still trying to give Anthony an unnamed magical creature. The afternoon sun was still shining on the lawn as they emerged from the woods. After Anthony politely declined several times - he really didn't need any more destructive pets - Hagrid finally gave up and started talking about what happened the last time he sent venison to Aragog.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief: "In that case, let's try horse meat next time, maybe Aragog...wait, what happened there?"

A group of students gathered at the other end of the lawn, forming a large circle. Anthony and Hagrid looked at each other and walked over quickly. He first saw the iconic red hair of the Weasley family and recognized them as Ron, Fred and George Weasley, and then saw Harry and Hermione next to them. In Harry's hand is his Nimbus 2000, and Fred and George each hold an old broom. Several people glared at the other end, and Ron even took out his wand.

On the other side was Draco Malfoy and his two lackeys named Goyle and Crabbe. Behind them stood Pansy, a second-year student, and Tracy, a third-year student. Pansy held her chin high and showed a deft look of disdain towards Harry and the others, while Tracy just folded her arms and watched indifferently.

Even before he stepped aside, Anthony could hear Malfoy say: "I'm going to take five points off you, Potter, for speaking ill of our Head of House and Ms. Umbridge. The same goes for you, Wes." Five points, Len, for nodding and pointing your wand at me."

"If Snape didn't use his privileges to occupy the training ground again and again - Malfoy, you wouldn't even be training!"

"It's Professor Snape, Potter, another five points. Oh, by the way, and these two Weasleys, five points each, because I don't like the way you look at me. Let me think... "

"This scene is so familiar." Anthony complained to Hagrid in a low voice, reaching out and patting the shoulders of the students who were watching. The Slytherin turned around impatiently and saw Anthony and Hagrid. He was startled and hid aside. At the same time, he forcefully poked the shoulder blade of the classmate in front of him to alert him to the arrival of the professor.

"Think you're a prefect, Malfoy?" Hermione said. "Prefects are not like Seekers, so spending money won't help you."

"And you, Granger, give me five points for your ugly front teeth and your stinking Muggle smell." Malfoy said. Goyle, Crabbe and Pansy all laughed, and Fred and George quickly pulled out their wands, "No, I don't need to be a prefect, Granger - I'm a member of the Investigation Team."

"What's that?" Anthony asked, pushing past the students at the front and walking between the two opposing sides. Ron reluctantly put away his wand at Hermione's signal, but Fred and George still held their wands in their hands. Anthony gave them a warning look.

Malfoy seemed taken aback, but he quickly calmed down: "A team of students assisting Ms. Umbridge in the investigation, Professor Anthony." He lowered his head slightly and glanced at a small silver "I" on his chest. The letters read, "Investigative Action Team." Crabbe and Goyle also puffed up their chests, showing the same letters and smiling proudly.

"You must be very proud to be the follower of such a stupid egomaniac, Malfoy," said Harry.

Anthony warned: "Mr. Potter?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Anthony."

Malfoy scoffed: "Anyway, Ms. Umbridge allowed us to deduct house points - just to ensure that the investigation can proceed smoothly."

Hagrid said in disbelief: "This is impossible! Dumbledore would not agree -"

Malfoy glanced at the tall Hagrid, and the arrogance on his face became more obvious: "Dumbledore does not need permission. Faculty members organizing student activities do not need permission from the school, at least this is what he told Ms. Umbridge. Ha." , how funny, he was scratched by his own sword, this crazy old madman, sooner or later-"

"Don't talk about Dumbledore in that tone, I'm warning you!" Hagrid said angrily, with a loud voice that made Malfoy turn pale with fright. "You don't understand at all, you - you - stupid The little rice bucket!”

Amidst the snickering of the people around him, Malfoy's face gradually turned red: "Shut up, you idiot! Talking to people like you is a waste of time. Dumbledore is about to be finished. Didn't you realize that he has already Haven’t been in school for a long time?”

"Professor Dumbledore is very busy. He has many international affairs to deal with." Anthony said seriously. "Besides, Mr. Malfoy, because you were very rude to your classmates and Hagrid just now, Slytherin will deduct ten points." . I suggest you apologize.”

"I don't suggest you apologize," Fred interrupted, raising his wand, "because I still want to beat you up."

George nodded in agreement.

"Don't be stupid, he is Antony who took down Slytherin." A Slytherin student whispered, "There is no good in going against him."

Malfoy hesitated for a while and said unwillingly: "I apologize." He glanced gloomily at the Gryffindor classmates opposite him and snorted, "Let's go, Crabbe, Goyle." He turned around , glanced at Tracy and Pansy, "Let's go, Pansy."

Pansy and Tracey followed. Only then did Anthony discover that they also had a small "I" letter on their chests. The surrounding Slytherins silently made way for them, and then slowly dispersed.

"Okay, don't take it to heart." Anthony said to the children who were still standing there, "Don't ruin your good mood for this kind of thing. It looks like you just came back from the Quidditch pitch?"

The expressions of the people in front of him became even worse.

"We didn't train at all," Fred said. "We switched training times with Hufflepuff today."

"Moving the evening training to the afternoon, Wood thinks it will be clearer," George said.

Ron said angrily: "But those Slytherins came over and said that Snape approved them to temporarily rent the field to train their new tactics. The result? They left right after Harry and did not use the training ground at all!"

"Wood is furious," Harry said. "This is the second time this week."

"The second time?" Fred said. "I'd say the fifth time."

George said: "The sixth time."

Fred thought for a moment: "You're right, George."

"Do you think what Malfoy said is true?" Hermione asked Harry worriedly, "Can they deduct points?"

"Impossible." Hagrid said categorically. "Allowing second-year children to deduct points from their classmates? Such a thing has never happened in Hogwarts."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall hurried out of the castle, followed by Percy Weasley.

"What have you done, Potter?" she asked sharply, "The Gryffindor gem suddenly flew up, and everyone is saying it was because of you and your friends." She saw Fred and George's face tightened.

Harry said: "Professor McGonagall, it's Malfoy, he -"

Professor McGonagall interrupted him sternly: "I don't want to hear you blaming your classmates, Mr. Potter. Just tell me what you did."

Antony said: "Minerva——"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him and whispered: "Henry, thirty points is too many. But you probably have your reasons."

"No, it was Mr. Malfoy who deducted points." Anthony explained.

He saw Professor McGonagall blink.

"Did you mean," she said slowly, "that you wanted to deduct Mr. Malfoy's house points..."

"No, Mr. Malfoy was the one who took the points off," said Anthony. "At least that's what it sounds like. Ms. Umbridge gave him permission to do it."

Professor McGonagall looked at him confirmingly for a few seconds. Anthony nodded to her.

"This is too much!" said Professor McGonagall. "This is too much. House classification has always been an internal matter within Hogwarts. Even members of the school board should not have such power. I'm here to talk to him. ——When did he come?”

Harry and Ron shouted together: "It's not this, Professor McGonagall!" "It's another Malfoy!"

"Don't make any noise!" Percy said dissatisfiedly.

Anthony said, "It's not Mr Malfoy, Minerva, it's Mr Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall looked confused by them.

"You mean that Mr. Draco Malfoy deducted points from Mr. Potter?" she said. "How is that possible?"

So everyone repeated to her what had just happened - "They took over our training ground", "deducted points for us as they pleased", "insulted Hermione and Hagrid", "and Professor Dumbledore" --Etc., etc.

"Professor Anthony gave him ten points and then he left," Hermione concluded.

Anthony said apologetically: "I didn't expect that the investigation team actually gave them the power to deduct points."

"It doesn't matter, no one can think of it." Professor McGonagall said, "Well, I think the principal needs to at least know about this matter. Hagrid, Henry, if you are willing to go to the principal's office with me to tell what you saw, I Would be very grateful.”

Anthony asked in surprise: "Professor Dumbledore is back?"

"Oh, he's not really finished, is he?" Professor McGonagall said, "Yes, he's back. Are you coming?"

Anthony nodded: "No problem."

Hagrid also said: "Of course, Professor McGonagall."

"Excellent," said Professor McGonagall, turning and walking towards the castle, Anthony and Hagrid quickly following her.

Anthony heard Percy lecture his brothers behind him: "Can't you just calm down? Thirty points!"

Ron said angrily: "You heard it, it was Malfoy's arbitrary deduction of points!"

"But it's still because of the points you deducted." Percy said, "Well, Gryffindor doesn't have many points to begin with! I heard that Gryffindor lost so many points in one breath, including so many Weasley, do you know how I feel?"

"You should be proud," Fred told him.

Professor McGonagall's pace became faster and faster, and she seemed to be getting angrier as she thought about it. Anthony soon stopped hearing the conversation between the Weasleys behind him. Before he walked into the castle gate, he vaguely saw Roger and Tracey arguing under a wall, but he only took a quick glance and hurriedly followed Professor McGonagall's pace, passing between the students, thumping Climb the stairs. He had a feeling that the conversation he was about to face wouldn't be a very pleasant one.

"Oh, it's over." Hagrid secretly said to Anthony.

"What's wrong?"

"The rock biscuits must be burnt," said Hagrid.