Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Lucius Malfoy looked at the young man in surprise. Although he had an oriental face, he was dressed in a well-crafted suit, elegant temperament and spoke German English, so he couldn't figure out where he came from.

After all, for the British magic world, the German magic family is more mysterious and powerful.

"who are you?"

"I'm just a freshman about to enter school. I still want to ask Mr. to explain, what is "that kind of person"?"

Lucius snorted coldly, with a sneer on his pale pointed face.

"It's a pure-blood shame for a pure-blood wizarding family to mingle with those dirty Muggles."

Hearing this, Hermione immediately glared at him angrily, and the faces of the Grangers also became ugly.

Mobai narrowed his eyes slightly, "So, you think pure blood is noble?"

"Of course!"

Lucius said proudly.

"Mr. Malfoy, in my hometown, there is an old saying that I think I can share with you, which is very suitable for your idea of ​​pure blood and nobility."

Lucius was intrigued.

"what?"

The corners of Mobai's mouth curled up.

"We usually say that only dogs ... emphasize pure blood."

He lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, his movements were chic and natural, "Because a purebred dog can be bought at a high price as a pet, it is indeed noble."

Hermione on the side couldn't breathe from laughing, and the Grangers also looked uncomfortable.

The pale face of Lucius in front of him was already livid with anger, and his eyes glared fiercely, staring at the boy.

"How dare you insult the noble Malfoy family, you dirty yellow skin..."

When the word yellow first appeared, Mobai's eyes narrowed dangerously instantly.

The people around suddenly felt their bodies sinking, and an inexplicable pressure descended. In the next second, the store of Lihen Bookstore seemed to be rushed out of it by some huge monster, and the store was instantly shattered into debris on the ground.

And Lucius in front of the boy had already collapsed on the street ten meters away, his decent dress was in tatters, his smooth long hair was also in a mess, and now he was dirtier than the Weasleys he despised It's gone.

He looked in horror at the young man who was standing there, looking down at him indifferently, his lips trembling, "F... Fu..."

The surroundings were instantly in chaos. Except for a few people who saw the whole story, the wizards all screamed and left the bookstore, and some even escaped by apparating directly.

And those who saw what happened also looked at Mo Bai dumbfounded. An adult wizard might be able to do this kind of destruction with a wand, but the teenager in front of him was obviously empty-handed.

And how old is he? 11? 12?

Mo Bai turned to look at them, his eyes were no longer the indifference that Lucius saw, but innocent and a little shocked.

"I just seemed to... the magic riot..."

The adults present breathed a sigh of relief, if the magic riot, it can still be explained.

After all, some young wizards with great potential have made a lot of noise in their magic riots.

Although the young man in front of him is obviously past the age of magic riots, and this movement is a bit too loud...

But when they looked at the broken store, they would rather believe that it was an abnormal magic riot than that the other party did it on purpose.

Only Hermione quietly held onto Mo Bai's sleeve. She knew that the boy was really angry just now, and she even wanted to teach him a lesson even at the expense of revealing her own strength.

Mo Bai turned his head, smiled at her, and signaled that he was fine.

"cool……"

Ron and Harry on the side just closed their jaws that were about to fall to the ground, ran up to Mo Bai, and looked at him curiously, as if they were looking at some rare species.

"When I was in the magic riot, I just broke a bunch of plates and was beaten up by my mother."

Heh, you haven't seen the time when I really rioted...

Mo Bai complained silently in his heart, he was completely unconscious at the time, according to the old man, it almost killed him, but luckily he used an efficient method to wake him up.

Well, this "efficient" method is that he felt the first Cruciatus Curse in his life...

Ron didn't know that the other party was silently cursing a certain big devil in his heart, he looked at Mo Bai with admiration.

"But you were really relieved just now, you see that Malfoy guy is hiding so far away like a dog."

At this time, Degra stumbled and ran to his father in the distance, looking at him with hatred, anger, and fear in his eyes.

Lucius also calmed down. Just now he felt a very evil breath of black magic, which gave him the illusion of facing Voldemort.

But now that he calmed down, he realized that the other party's aura was completely different from Voldemort's, but...

He stood up and stared at Mo Bai.

Mr. Weasley immediately stopped in front of Mo Bai, "Lucius, you won't make trouble with a child because of a magic riot, will you?"

Lucius just stared at Mobai without saying a word, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, then snorted coldly and pulled Draco past.

"let's go."

"Stay here, Mr. Lucius."

The boy's voice sounded from behind, Lucius stopped instinctively, turned his head to look, but saw a notebook with a black cover fall in front of him.

"You seem to have left something behind, Mr. Lucius."

Looking at the notebook lying quietly on the ground, the corners of his eyes twitched, but he didn't say anything, just bent down to pick it up, turned around and left without saying a word.

Mr. Weasley looked at Mo Bai in surprise, "Why do you own that thing?"

Mo Bai smiled slightly.

"I accidentally saw it just now. When the other party put the book back into the Ginny cauldron, they stuffed an extra book into it."

Ron was aggrieved, "Maybe it's some evil black magic item that wants to harm people!"

"Anyway, it's all resolved by our whiteness, isn't it?"

Mr. Weasley patted Mobai's shoulder, and the boy just smiled lightly.

For the sensitivity of black magic, he can even be said to be the highest among this group of people.

He did feel a whiff of dark magic in that book.

And Mr. Weasley's act of standing in front of him without thinking just now really added a lot of goodwill to him.

That being the case, why not do it with little effort?