Time flies, and another Quidditch game is about to begin, and this is Harry's second game, Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.

Malfoy cursed Potter with a taste of savage that he would fall off his broom this time, and Gryffindor needed to send a hundred people to carry the mat to follow Potter to prevent him from falling down and falling to death.

When it was time for the game, Malfoy rushed to the field impatiently. He gloated and told Brian that it was Professor Snape as the referee this time, which must be fun.

This is true. Snape had a gloomy face and kept asking Hufflepuffs for a minor problem, which made Malfoy laugh loudly. He also stabbed Ron on the back of the head and diverted the attention of the few of them over.

"Did you see it? Your team is worthless except for being pitiful. They choose those players who have no fathers or mothers or are poor and poor. Are they going to go up and sell miserable?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "It's always fouls. Professor Snape won't accommodate you."

Ron ignored him, he knew it would make him more excited.

Hermione didn't hear what he was saying, her hands clutching her robe, staring at Harry without blinking, with a nervous look on her face.

Malfoy felt bored and turned to Neville: "The brainless Longbottom, you may be able to expect to join the Gryffindor next year. Orphans, poor people, and a brainless person, the Gryffindor will take shape."

Neville's face turned red and he buried his head deeply.

"Oh, Malfoy, you dare to say another word..." Ron could no longer bear it, he was worried about Harry.

"Do you think Dumbledore is your savior? He has never cared about you." Malfoy continued to mock him.

Brian looked at Dumbledore's direction and found that he also looked up and looked at him. His eyes met in pairs, and Dumbledore blinked.

"Oh, Draco, stop talking. Why not guess who can win this game?" Brian couldn't listen, and he pulled Malfoy's robe and said.

"Haha, isn't this an obvious problem? If Porter and the others can win, I'll eat my robe." Malfoy temporarily let Weasley go, and he raised his face as he saw Snape convicting the Gryffindor team again.

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw Harry on the field making a beautiful dive, which attracted a burst of exclamations in the stands.

"Obviously, Porter found that there was money on the ground." Malfoy twitched the corners of his mouth, and said dryly with a hard forehead.

Hermione screamed and jumped into her seat to cheer Harry up.

Ron rushed to Malfoy, and he had tolerated him for a long time. The two rolled into a ball under the seat. Crab and Gore came to help, but were blocked by Neville, who had been brave enough, and they fought together.

Brian watched Harry rushing down in the air and soon stopped diving. He raised his arms to show the golden snitch in his hand.

The stands were boiling, and after checking out his new one, Brian pulled out his wand from his robe pocket.

The competitions that the Savior participates in will always reward more.

"Draco, Crab, Goll, stop fighting." Brian pointed to the wand of the humans who were struggling under the seat.

"Strength is relaxed!" Seeing Crab and Gole beat Neville up with punches and feet, Brian pointed at them and shouted.

The two of them couldn't help but let their arms go away. Poor Neville, he was beaten up, his cheeks were swollen and his face turned pale.

"Weasley, let go of Draco's hair..." Brian couldn't help but release the same magic at Ron when he saw Ron pulling Malfoy's blonde hair and punching Malfoy in the face with one hand.

Malfoy liberated from under Ron's fist with one eye socket. Before being pulled away by Brian, a fist hit Ron's nose hard.

"Ron, where are you? Harry won! We won!" Hermione screamed. Ron wiped his nosebleed and stared at Malfoy and Brian fiercely.

Brian looked innocent. He didn't expect Malfoy could not beat others, and his magic did help him.

"Well, Malfoy, what did you say just now? If Harry wins, you eat the robe!" Ron said proudly at Malfoy.

Malfoy's cheeks were slightly red, he covered his blue eyes and said proudly: "You hurt me, Weasley, I want to tell my dad that he will drive you out of Hogwarts..."

Brian saw Malfoy's embarrassment and had no choice but to drag him away from the noisy stands.

"What am I saying, Hermione? Brian Foley is a bad embryo. He has been helping Malfoy deal with us." Ron said to Hermione who was coming, rubbing his painful nose.

"Oh, Neville, you have to go to the school hospital, let's go." Hermione nodded to Ron, turned around and helped Neville up.

"You shouldn't have stopped me just now, Brian, I'm going to teach that Weasley a lesson." After leaving the stands, Malfoy raised his sharp chin and said slowly.

"Well, I'm afraid you will be punished for violating school rules. Professor Dumbledore can be there." Brian planned to give him some self-esteem, but did not expose him.

"Yes, it's really not worth it to be punished for teaching Weasley a lesson." Malfoy nodded.

Brian looked at Malfoy's blue eyes and raised his wand and said happily: "I have recently learned the healing spell, which may make you feel better."

"Don't, I'd rather go to the school hospital." Malfoy said, dodging his wand and covering his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm very reliable." Brian refused to give in.

"Let me go! I don't want to open my eyes and find that my head has turned into a toad or something!" Malfoy broke free from Brian's claws and ran away with Crab and Gole.

...

In the evening, Brian came to Kilow's office and gave him a bottle of potion.

"No, I can't...I can't do it, I can't do anything...Please, Master..."

Outside the door of Kilow's office, Brian heard a vague sound of shaking begging.

"Okay... OK... I understand..." The voice paused for a while, then murmured in a sob.

Brian paused outside the door until the sound completely disappeared. He knocked on the door and walked in.

"Don't come here casually lately, Snape began to doubt me." Kilow's face turned paler, and he said with a trembling trembling.

"Okay. Then what are you going to do?" Brian nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, he didn't find any evidence, and this can't do anything to me." Qiluo sneered, "He warned me in the forbidden forest today, but there was no doubt that he had no choice."

"As a former supporter of the Dark Lord, he was such a traitor, constantly trying to show value in Dumbledore like a dog." Kilowe mocked.

"I've found out from the big silly man Hagrid how to pass the big dog. Your method is very good." Kilowe praised, "that dragon egg made him so enchanted that he couldn't find North. I easily got him drunk and asked what I wanted to know."

"So you can get out what's inside?" Brian said happily.

"No, it's still a little bit. I need to find a way to heal my body and ensure that I'm in a good state." Kiro touched the big scarf on his head, and said with white lips, "Maybe I'm going to look for unicorns in the Forbidden Forest."

"The other professors' protective levels are not worth mentioning to me," he whispered, "but what exactly is Dumbledore's level?"

"You can try to inquire," he told Brian. "Of course, it's hard. Don't get close to Dumbledore, he can see what's going on in your mind."

"Just pay attention to some information and don't expose us." Qiluo said.

"Of course, professor." Brian bowed slightly, showing a perfect smile.

...

"Hagin has already obtained the Fire Dragon Egg..." Brian walked out of Kilow's office, thinking about whether he could get some testimony from this matter.

It was too difficult to obtain the witness point, so he could only seize all the plots where he could get the witness point. If he just learned step by step, until Voldemort was resurrected, his level would not be much stronger than Hermione at that time. He had to gain the power to protect himself and even control the plot.
Chapter completed!