I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John followed the directions given by the young couple and came to a place similar to a mermaid village.

The Black Lake is very large, and there are many things that look like ancient ruins underneath it.

John felt that this place might not have been a lake before.

Walking in the ruins, John finally saw the giant octopus.

Usually, only the tentacles of the octopus can be seen, and few people can see its entire appearance.

An octopus larger than a dragon was lying on top of a pile of collapsed ruins, its tentacles moving with the water, and it was sleeping.

Seeing this scene, John had an urge to go up and give it a needle and draw blood.

But this is in the water, and if the giant octopus goes berserk, I'm afraid I won't survive long.

Approaching the giant octopus, John used mental magic to try to communicate with it.

The moment John touched the tentacles, countless images flashed before his eyes.

John's face turned pale, he groaned, and a bubble came out of his mouth.

The giant octopus was awakened, and it thought John was a student who fell into the water, so it wrapped its tentacles around John and was about to rush over.

John hurriedly poked the tentacle with his wand to stop the giant octopus.

The giant octopus stopped moving, and its two big eyes seemed full of confusion.

John no longer tried to pry into the giant octopus's mind, but only communicated with it using telepathy.

"Put me down, big guy."

The giant octopus slowly put John down and moved its tentacles to turn itself around.

It was reminiscing, could it be that Hogwarts was going to start the Triwizard Tournament again?

Otherwise why would there be a student in the water.

"Everyone, my name is John Wick, a Slytherin student."

The giant octopus recognized that this was a Slytherin student.

John wanted to communicate with the giant octopus, but the giant octopus was too ancient.

After trying several times, John had to stop communicating temporarily.

He had just exhaled half a breath and now he couldn't hold it any longer, so he let the giant octopus send him up.

When John was sent up by the huge tentacle, the three people on the shore screamed.

"You guys still here?"

John felt strange when he saw Malfoy being hung up.

Daphne watched the tentacle quickly dive to the bottom of the lake and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

After the water on his body evaporated, John waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I was just talking to the giant octopus."

"You can talk to octopuses?" Malfoy said, looking down.

"To be precise, I was saying that this giant octopus has lived for a thousand years and is very difficult to communicate with."

John felt regretful. He wanted to negotiate with the giant octopus to give some blood, but unfortunately the giant octopus didn't seem to understand.

He had no choice but to try to communicate again later.

Having Daphne put Malfoy down, John went back.

A few days passed.

The Quidditch match rekindled the excitement of Hogwarts. Umbridge was still as effective as ever, but she couldn't stop their enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Ever since being threatened by John, Umbridge no longer dared to cause trouble.

She was really afraid that John would join other Slytherin students in making a complaint to the Ministry of Magic.

Slytherin students may not have anything else, but their connections are the most important.

Her quietness was limited to Slytherin, and other houses were not so lucky.

Umbridge was always reprimanding them, and not only the students but even the deans were complaining.

Under such circumstances, Slytherin's practice will naturally be smoother and easier.

...

After founding the DA, Harry felt as if he was wearing a talisman on his chest, and the warm secret supported him in living under Umbridge's oppression.

Even when facing Umbridge's terrible toad eyes, she could do it with a gentle smile.

Times make heroes.

Leading oppressed people through hardship always allows people to grow.

The only trouble is that they cannot fix a time for special training for every student.

The Quidditch practice schedules of the three houses meant they were unable to gather together properly.

Fortunately, Hermione always helps her son when he needs help. She made a magic silver coin like Galleon.

This thing is like the Dark Mark, but it is not engraved on the arm.

By changing the numbers above, all students can be notified to conduct training.

"How come I didn't know you could do this?" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione said proudly, "I know a lot more than you know."

Harry was very happy because this way he could quickly notify the time for special training.

Their only worry was accidentally spending the fake Galleons.

To this, Ron sadly said not to worry.

Because he had no other Galleons except the fake Galleons.

Poverty prevents him from making mistakes.

very nice.

...

The first Quidditch match of the season is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Both teams of the old rivals have undergone personnel changes, and the captains of both teams have graduated.

Professor McGonagall has always been a fan of Quidditch matches and the one she takes the most.

In the week before the match, Professor McGonagall exempted the Gryffindor Quidditch team from homework to give them more time to practice.

But Slytherin was not to be outdone, and Snape had already reserved the use of the stadium for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

As the much-maligned Head of Slytherin, Snape brought out the full qualities of Slytherin.

John visits Malfoy, who still has a week left before his match. He is training tirelessly in the wind, rain and mud.

Montaigne couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed over and hugged Malfoy, who was still trying to use the Firebolt, and shouted, "Draco, forget it. You've practiced enough."

"Let me go," Malfoy pushed Montague away stubbornly, sitting on the Firebolt and yelling, "You need more training to keep up with Potter."

"If you're tired, go ahead. I need to train for a while longer."

Mrs. Montgomery opened her mouth and finally muttered, "You've tried hard enough."

"Not enough, these are not enough."

Malfoy yelled, "Do you know how fast Harry Potter can fly? He can be a seeker since his first year. Do you know his talent?"

If we were to ask who has the best Quidditch talent in the entire Hogwarts, it would undoubtedly be Harry Potter.

Since the first grade, he had flying skills that Professor McGonagall noticed at first sight.

That was his first time flying a broomstick.

As for Malfoy, he started flying since he was a child.

With many years of experience.

But the result?

In the first grade, he couldn't even get into the team.

In his second year, he watched Harry snatch the Golden Snitch in front of him.

In his third year, he once again watched the Golden Snitch slip away from him.

Where did I lose?

No one can beat Harry Potter on a better broomstick.

Malfoy knew that he lost because of his talent.

That little bit of talent made him lose.

With the same amount of training time, Harry gained several times more than him.

So he has to put in several times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times more effort to fill the extra gap.

He wants to win.

The Slytherin gene was etched into his body.

He wants to win!

Malfoy had just experienced a fall from the Firebolt and his head was still a little dizzy.

The golden snitch appeared in front of him, but in Malfoy's eyes, there were several golden snitchs flying around.

He shook his head and controlled the Firebolt to fly out quickly.

His eyes went dark, his hand loosened the fire crossbow, and he fell rapidly from a high altitude.

By the time the team members reacted, it was too late.

Just before touching the ground, Malfoy's body suddenly stopped.

The rain water condensed into a water bed to catch people.

John walked past Monta and said, "Disband. Get yourself in the best shape before the game."

Queen Mother Meng reacted belatedly. When she saw John, she breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the other team members to disband.

Looking at Malfoy who was covered in bruises, John led him in another direction.

...

Chapter 304: The Beating and Malfoy

It was during the night when Malfoy woke up, and all his original injuries had been healed.

After getting up, he jumped up and down, and hurriedly checked whether his Firebolt was broken.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Firebolt lying safely beside him.

"Montue, let's continue." After Malfoy said this, he saw that the surroundings did not seem to be in the Quidditch field.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw John sitting on the side, casually flipping through a book in his hand.

"John," Malfoy stood up quickly, and when he found that his injury had healed, he laughed and said, "I'll be leaving first, John."

Just as he was about to go out, a human-shaped target next to him suddenly attacked him.

Malfoy was caught off guard and was knocked flying and rolled onto a ring.

He saw two human-shaped targets standing at the door, looking like door gods and refusing to let anyone out.

Malfoy: “???”

Unable to figure out the situation, Malfoy looked at John and asked tentatively, "John?"

John closed the book in his hand and placed it casually on the table.

Looking up at the dazed Malfoy, John chuckled and said, "You seem eager to verify your own strength."

"Ah?" Malfoy said blankly: "I didn't."