Just as the family motto of the Black family is "Always Pure," the Malfoy family motto is "Always Flexible."
Always flexible, always notorious.
Upon seeing Harry draw his magic wand, Draco flinched instantly.
He quickly steered his broomstick, turning around to flee.
To avoid being targeted by Harry's magic, he controlled the broom to sway left and right in the air, trying to escape the fate of being hit.
Unfortunately, Harry lowered his wand; he wasn't a master of Mind Reading.
Even for a Mind Reading master, achieving the perfect effect requires the target to be relaxed and able to directly meet the target's eyes, which also inadvertently causes the target's emotions to fluctuate, awakening related feelings and memories.
However, Draco felt this was still not safe enough, so he threw the Memory Ball in his hand high up.
But he forgot that the flying brooms from Hogwarts' flying class were too old to support his erratic maneuvers.
The result was the broomstick lost control on the spot, and Draco suffered the same fate as Neville.
"Ahhhhh—help me, help me!" Draco shouted in panic from the sky.
But shouting couldn't save him; as the broomstick swung sharply again, Draco was flung into the air like a broken kite.
On one side was Neville's Memory Ball, on the other was the flung Draco.
Harry made a snap judgment about who he should save first, but he also felt that little punk deserved a profound lesson.
"Accio!" Harry locked onto the flying Draco again with his magic wand, the spell dragging Draco's robe, bringing him to Harry's side.
The Summoning Charm doesn't work on people, but the Dueling Wand group developed a trick to make the charm work on the target's clothing; this results in the person being "summoned."
"Wow—" The students on the ground exclaimed in admiration.
"Po... Potter?" Draco shivered.
"You'll pay the price for your actions, Malfoy."
Harry said, grabbing Draco with one hand while maneuvering the broomstick to chase the Memory Ball.
Despite wearing glasses, he had excellent eyesight and quickly locked onto the Memory Ball falling to the ground.
He turned the broomstick, diving swiftly toward the ball.
Draco thought Harry was taking him to crash into the ground, and his emotions collapsed instantly.
"Please, Potter, don't do this, I'll do anything—"
This didn't affect Harry, as in Draco's extremely fearful eyes, the two were quickly approaching the ground.
"Ah—" Draco let out a piercing scream, comparable to a soprano's.
In the split second before hitting the ground, Harry stopped the broomstick and caught Neville's Memory Ball with his other hand.
The Gryffindor students cheered and crowded around Harry.
"Man, that was really cool!" Ron sincerely praised.
He loved Quidditch the most but swore that even the Quidditch players of the England national team couldn't do better than Harry.
Harry smiled at his friends, letting go of Draco, who plopped down, landing on his backside.
"I, I'm going to tell my father!" Draco sobbed, snot and tears flowing.
"Oh, cut it out, Drama Malfoy." Harry said disdainfully, "I think you're more than just a drama king; you're also a snot spirit."
"You, you'll wait and see!" Draco uttered defiantly.
"See what exactly?" Ron used his broomstick to brush Draco, "What is it you want? To smear your tears and snot on us?"
Usually looking down on Ron, Draco felt utterly humiliated by him.
He glared at Ron with resentment, starting to attack the Weasley family.
"I think your mouth needs cleaning." Harry coldly pointed his magic wand at Draco, "Scourgify!"
Draco's mouth immediately spewed pink soap bubbles; he wanted to spit them out but was helpless.
"Mr. Potter?"
Professor McGonagall's voice came from afar, the students automatically making way to reveal Harry and the others in the center.
"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious instantly, casting a Decurse on Draco casually.
"Nothing, Professor." Harry said to Professor McGonagall, "Malfoy's broomstick just went out of control, and when I saved him, he ate some dirt, so I thought of cleaning him up—"
"You should be glad that it wasn't Professor Snape who saw this scene." Professor McGonagall said with a somewhat cold tone, though she seemed to have thought of something and said to Harry, "Come with me, Mr. Potter."
Harry shrugged and followed, knowing such things couldn't be seen by the Slytherin head, famed for favoring his students.
After Harry left, Draco dared to flash a triumphant smile.
"See, Potter is going to be expelled." Draco said with satisfaction, "Who's next?"
"I hope you have the guts to say that to Harry's face instead of showing off behind his back," Hermione said with a look of contempt.
"You filthy little Mudblood—" Draco turned angrily to Hermione, the words barely out when pink soap bubbles burst out of his mouth again.
"This spell is indeed useful for cleansing your filthy mouth." Hermione lowered her wand, her tone icy.
She could have stopped Draco from saying that word but felt it was necessary to act only after he uttered it.
Pansy saw Draco hit by the spell and also drew her wand, ready to retaliate against Hermione.
Thankfully, Mrs. Hooqi returned just in time, halting the impending clash between the two houses.
Harry, of course, was unaware of what happened there, following Professor McGonagall step by step toward the castle, still pondering what the professor intended to do.
He was confident that expulsion wasn't on the table—he hadn't violated any fundamental school rules; instead, he saved a student.
Soon, Professor McGonagall stopped at a classroom door.
"Sorry, Filius." Professor McGonagall said, "Can Wood step out for a moment?"
Wood?
Harry, puzzled, wondered if Professor McGonagall intended to use a wooden cane to punish him.
It's known that centuries ago at Hogwarts, corporal punishment was practiced, and he recalled being fiercely spanked with a cane by a professor for not completing his homework.
Then he saw a tall, handsome boy emerge from the room, looking perplexed.
"Wood," Professor McGonagall folded her hands, and her severe demeanor vanished without a trace, "I've found you a Seeker!"