socalfunplaces Chapter 8 Scarface Punches Hum Ha General
Chapter 8 Scarface Punches Hum Ha General
The white-haired youth's words were barbed and sarcastic, and Ron, not to be outdone, retorted, "You're from the Malfoys, aren't you? I can tell just by your disgusting manner."
Malfoy scoffed, "This is the air of a true noble wizard. Potter, you should know what to choose, shouldn't you?"
"I have a bottle of eggnog in my cubicle, would you like to try some?"
Harry, already displeased, realized he had misjudged the situation, mistaking this sycophantic and bullying villain for a hero. Without even looking up, he said:
"What kind of wine is this! I'm really craving this pumpkin juice!"
Ron grinned and said, "Did you hear that, Malfoy? Go back and drink your bird wine, oh no, eggnog!"
Malfoy remained silent, but his ears turned red. He said slowly, "If I were you, Potter, I would be extra careful."
"You should show some respect, lest you end up like your parents, who don't know what's good for them either..."
Before he could finish speaking, Harry flew into a rage, splashing a glass of pumpkin juice at him and snarling, "Who do you think you are, daring to speak ill of my parents! I'll beat you until your face is covered in bruises, then you won't know why flowers are so red!"
Having said that, he leaped and pounced on Malfoy, startling Hermione and Ron into screaming in unison.
Poems as proof:
Both parents passed away when I was young, leaving me all alone in London.
He recognized his elder brother in Yanggu County, but tragically, his soul was severed by the hand of a harlot.
The most loyal and righteous people, how dare they laugh at my turbulent life?
Behold the power of thunderous fists and kicks, and I'll break your front teeth and make you kneel on the ground groaning!
Malfoy's face was splattered with sweet juice, blinding him. Hearing Harry's angry shout, he panicked and cried out, "Crawb, Goyle, stop him!"
Upon hearing their master's words, the two guards, one snorting and the other hissing, sounded like two mountains pressing together, startling Hermione so much that she turned pale, and Ron was extremely anxious.
One was brandishing a magic wand, chanting a spell that sounded like a ghost calling out to a spirit; the other was carrying a rat named Spotted, spinning its tail as if to smash Crabbe.
Harry had finished eating and was full of energy. Although he was thin, even a mayfly can shake a tree. With just one punch, Goyle's nose bled and his lips were split, as if a paint splatter had opened on his face.
The fat man fell, but Harry wasn't about to let him off the hook. He straddled him, threw another punch, and yelled, "I saw you have a good physique, and you're a real man, yet you're doing this kind of slave work!"
Although Gao Er was fat, he only bullied others because of his size; he had never fought such a ruthless fight before.
The taste of rust and blood filled his mouth, and he felt blood welling up in his nostrils. He burst into tears, crying, "Please, please let me go! Don't kill me!"
Harry shouted, "Hey! If you had stood your ground, I might have spared you. Now that you're begging for mercy, I'm not going to let you off!"
Another punch landed squarely on his temple, as if a choir had been summoned to a church, with pipe organs, cellos, and violins all playing at once, and four or five angels circling around him.
Seeing Goyle lying on the ground, Harry looked at the stunned Crabbe and said, "You want to taste my fist too?"
Crabbe was already terrified by Harry's three punches that knocked Goyle down, so he didn't dare to step forward.
Hearing his threatening shout, she panicked and blurted out, "I won't eat!"
Harry laughed loudly, "You really are influenced by your surroundings! You're a sleazy person too!"
Harry ignored the guy and went to look for Malfoy with his fist, which was as big as a chocolate frog.
Looking around, I saw nothing but the sliding door, which was already mostly open.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, and stuffed the spotted rat into his pocket. "Don't bother looking, Harry, that white-haired brat's already gone."
Hermione's heart pounded. "Harry, you were too impulsive. What if the school finds out we fought before we even enrolled—what if they expel us early?"
Harry wiped the blood from his face and said, "If they won't keep me here, there are plenty of other places that will. I've heard of Beauxbatons in France, Ilvermorny in America, and countless other magic schools. The world is vast; where can't I find a place to belong?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Watching Harry gulp down his pumpkin juice, she couldn't help but think how hearty it was.
Although he had dealt with the two fat men, Malfoy was unharmed. Harry, still furious, spat and said:
"As the saying goes, 'If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.' I've spent a thousand days shooting eagles, but this time I've been pecked in the eye by an eagle and blinded!"
"Don't say that. He's a bit better looking than me, and he can definitely charm people." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him, "The Malfoys are all bad seeds, born Slytherins."
As Crabbe dragged Goyle away, Harry asked, "What is this Slytherin?"
"You don't even know Slytherin?" Hermione straightened herself and put away her wand. "That's one of the four houses at Hogwarts."
Ron chimed in, "Slytherins are all pure-blooded, and cunning bunch. By the way, Hermione, did that spell you just recite really work?"
Hermione ignored him, pretending not to hear, and began to explain the differences between the four houses of Hogwarts to Harry in detail.
The way is:
Gryffindors bravely lead the way, their swords drawn to shatter the heavens.
Ravenclaw, a man of unparalleled wisdom, was so engrossed in his books that he never slept.
Hufflepuff is kindest of hearts, and his loyalty is evident even in the face of hardship.
Slytherin, with his hidden talents and cunning schemes, harbored lofty ambitions.
After hearing Hermione's words, Harry also formed his own judgment.
Heroes go to Gryffindor, nobles go to Slytherin, scholars go to Ravenclaw, and good kids go to Hufflepuff.
Harry thought to himself: This division method is novel, but I need to personally judge the people in these four houses.
In his past life, he and his second brother became outlaws and joined the Liangshan bandits. Everyone said that heroes were as numerous as clouds, their righteousness reaching the heavens. But when the true test was revealed, the hall of brotherhood displayed the highest virtue: loyalty!
Hermione's mouth was dry from talking, so she took a sip of pumpkin juice, frowned, and sighed, "I just don't know what kind of test they'll use to sort us into our houses."
Speaking of the future, Ron said with concern, "I asked my brother, Fred, and he told me it's a way that will hurt us a lot."
Harry nodded. "That's right. How can I teach you to be one of us if you don't offer a pledge of allegiance?"
"If you become a bandit and don't offer a single head, how will the leader believe you're not a traitor?"
Harry wholeheartedly agreed, but it left Hermione and Ron completely bewildered.
"No, it can't be that bad," Ron licked his lips. "We're just going to school..."
Harry laughed, "Don't be afraid, Ron, I was just saying that."
Two or three hours later, the Hogwarts Express will stop. One by one, the young wizards will disembark with their luggage. Hermione will go ahead first to find Neville and ask him to find the toad.
After packing his luggage, Ron was about to tell Harry to leave when he turned around and saw over a hundred Galleons on the table.
Three rows, three columns, eleven meters high, arranged neatly and orderly. Just one glance is enough to make one's legs go weak and one's vision blur.
Ron froze, then said, "Harry, what... what do you mean by this?"
As fate would have it, the express train sped along, and true brotherhood was forged. A bag of Galleons, though not of great value, was offered to the hero as a token of his heart. Whether Ron accepted it or not, we shall see in the next chapter.