Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Just at that moment, Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand.

Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.

Because of his father’s advice, since the beginning of this term, he had been very restrained and low-key compared to before, trying not to bother Evan and Harry, but now he didn’t care. Harry catching the Snitch right in front of him infuriated him.

“Saved Weasley’s neck, haven’t you?” he said to Harry. “I’ve never seen a worse Keeper … but then he was born in a bin… Did you like my lyrics, Potter?”

Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.

“We wanted to write another couple of verses!” Malfoy called persistently, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. “But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly — we wanted to sing about his mother, see l…”

“Ignore him, just being sour,” said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. “Talk about sour grapes!”

“— we couldn’t fit in useless loser either — for his father, you know… “

Just then, Fred and George, who had just landed, realized what Malfoy was talking about.

Halfway through shaking Harry’s hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.

“Leave it,” said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. She knew Fred too well and was afraid that he couldn’t help it. “Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he’s just sore he lost, the jumped-up little…”

“— but you like the Weasleys, don’t you, Potter?” Malfoy continued, sneering, as if he wanted to spew out all the insults he had been holding back the entire semester. “Spend holidays there and everything, don’t you? Can’t see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys’ hovel smells okay!”

Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly.

Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.

In the stands, everyone was cheering, and no one paid attention to the conflict that was about to break out here, and Evan and Hermione were nowhere to be seen.

“Or perhaps,” said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, “you can remember what your mother’s house stank like, Potter, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it…”

Harry was not aware of releasing George; all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy.

He had completely forgotten the fact that they were still on the Quidditch pitch. All the students in the school were there and all the teachers were watching. All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible, let him remember this lesson, and make him pay for what he said.

With no time to draw out his wand, Harry merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy’s stomach.

“Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!”

Harry could hear girls’ voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care.

Someone cast Impedimenta and they were separated, but Harry immediately pounced again.

Immediately, people from the Slytherin team rushed forward, and the entire Quidditch field turned chaotic.

“Oh my God, they’re fighting!” Hermione said in horror, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.

“Hurry up, let’s go there!” said Evan immediately.

They had just come down from the stands and saw the chaos on the field.

Madam Hooch tried to intervene, but it was futile. Harry, Fred, and George seemed to have gone mad. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, as they ruthlessly attacked and trampled him, leaving him covered in blood and bruises.

After a brief moment of consternation, the Slytherins immediately joined the fight without any hesitation.

Immediately, Harry was roughly pushed down, George was sporting a swollen lip, and Fred was being wrestled by three Chasers, while Crabbe was cackling in the background.

None of them had wands, and the other Gryffindor players were all girls, putting them at a disadvantage.

Fred and George wielded the Starcatchers as a weapon and fought back hard.

The advantage of the big and thick handle of the Starcatcher was fully reflected, and it was particularly painful when it hit someone, but the two brooms were also seriously damaged.

Even so, they were no match for those sturdy Slytherins, and the situation was reversed. No one cared about Madam Hooch anymore. If they waited for the professors on the stands to arrive, Harry, Fred and George would definitely be beaten as badly as Malfoy. At this moment, Evan ran to the edge of the field.

A ray of red light knocked Crabbe, who was chasing Harry, away.

Then, Evan waved his wand sharply, turning it half a circle in the air, pointing at the Slytherin players on the field.

Following his movements, they suddenly turned into rabbits that had shrunk many times, looking around blankly on the grass.

Malfoy was the only one who remained unchanged, and Harry pinned him down again.

“Well done, Evan!” Fred kicked the rabbit transformed from Goyle harshly.

He fled away in terror, but his speed was very slow and his movements were ridiculously funny.

“I want Malfoy to learn a lesson and know what not to say.”

“What are you hesitating for? Hit him hard!”

“Stop, stop, you disgusting fools!” The professors in the stands rushed over. Unexpectedly, the first one to arrive was Umbridge. Holding the very short wand in her hand, she ran over panting, “How dare you do this? Who used the magic, and who transfigured them? This is…”

Evan’s wand pointed directly at her—she was just too annoying! With her status, she dared to enter such a chaotic situation directly; it was almost as if she didn’t value her life.

With a bang, Umbridge’s body turned into a toad and hopped forward twice.

Evan kicked her hard and sent her flying, keeping her away from him.

The toad was placed at George’s feet, and he followed Evan’s lead, forcefully kicking her away, a smug smirk on his face.

Fred came next, and he too gave her a solid stomp.

Umbridge dodged desperately, jumping up and down, panicking, far less confident than she used to be.

Even Hermione followed up and kicked her, it was so satisfying!

The only one who was indifferent to her was Harry. Although he hated Umbridge as well, his main focus now was on Malfoy.

It was truly regrettable; after all, opportunities to step on Umbridge were rare…

Evan was hesitating, should he ask Harry to take a break and join in to give Umbridge a few kicks?!

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