Upon entering the Classroom, I found that the previously tidy Classroom was now in utter chaos.
The kids' tables and chairs were toppled over every which way, and a few workbooks were torn to shreds, scattered on the ground.
In the middle of the Classroom, a lavishly dressed woman was forcefully gripping Harry's little arm, dragging him forward.
In front of her, a very fat Little Boy was wailing his heart out.
"You little rascal, how dare you hit my Son! Apologize right now! If you don't kneel down and apologize to my Son, I will beat you to death today!" the woman said, as she raised her hand, ready to strike Harry.
"Don't you dare hit my Elder Brother!" Molly, with her cheeks puffed out, was standing by the side. Seeing the woman raise her hand, she flung her soft little Body forward, grabbed the woman's hand, and bit down on her arm.
"Ouch!" the woman shrieked with searing pain.
She pushed Molly away forcefully and was about to land a slap on her little face.
