I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John said to himself, "In that case, I will test it reluctantly."

Standing up gracefully and walking towards the dueling ring, John stood still and casually said, "I hope you haven't forgotten what the dueling club taught you."

Before Malfoy could react, John pointed his wand at him.

A huge pressure forced Malfoy to bend down and salute.

John bowed gracefully.

"Show me what you're made of, Draco."

When he looked up again, John's eyes were full of indifference.

Malfoy was furious because he had been forced to bend over.

Seeing this, Malfoy took action immediately.

Spell after spell was fired at John, who casually blocked them all with the wand in his left hand.

Seeing the right opportunity, John pointed his wand to the side, and two big dogs bit Malfoy's feet fiercely.

“Impedimento”

Malfoy reacted quickly and stopped John from swinging.

He shot out two red beams that knocked the big dog back, and he also had some real fire, running towards John to attack.

John also walked towards Malfoy, blocking attacks easily as he walked.

He raised his hand and Malfoy seemed to be tripped by something, and fell forward.

He used his other hand, supported himself on the ground with one hand and rolled over, adjusting his posture to shoot the spell at John.

The spell was struck by the big dog that John conjured up.

The distance between the two people quickly narrowed, and soon they were less than three steps apart.

A fierce look flashed in Malfoy's eyes, and he moved forward after firing a spell from his wand.

He clenched his left fist and swung it towards John's cheek. John dodged it by tilting his head back and caught the fist with his left hand. With his other hand, he caught the falling wand and swung it towards Malfoy's wand that was aimed at him.

Malfoy felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he had been whipped, and his wand flew out.

But he did not give up and continued to attack, swinging his fists at John. John hit him with a knee, and he bent down like a cooked shrimp.

John kicked him once more on the inside of his knee, causing him to lose balance and fall.

Before he could react, the back of Malfoy's head was firmly held by John's left hand, preventing it from hitting the ground.

I didn't have time to say thank you.

A fist enlarged before his eyes, Malfoy felt a pain in his nose, and then blood started flowing.

John seemed not to see it and punched the face again and again.

Malfoy struggled at first, but was beaten half to death later.

John gently put Malfoy's head down, then sat beside him and asked in a deep voice, "Are you feeling better?"

After lying down for a while.

"I'm weak, right?" Malfoy said in between his wheezing breaths.

John took out the Galleons from the small bag and held them in his hand. As the Galleons disappeared bit by bit, Malfoy's face began to recover.

Malfoy said to himself, "If I were stronger, I might be able to help you."

"I know, not only you, but also Cedric, you are both doing something."

"I'm not as good as Percy, nor as good as Cedric."

"When mom came back that day, she wouldn't let me go downstairs. I don't know what you said to her, but you wouldn't hurt me."

His voice was filled with depression and frustration. "I am too weak. Even if I was there that day, I couldn't do anything and couldn't change anything."

"I don't want to just accept help, John." The wound on his face had recovered a lot, but it was still a little bruised, and his face looked very ugly. Malfoy struggled to get up, "I want to contribute. I am a member of the Star Club."

John knew. He knew why Malfoy trained so frantically and why he was so eager to show off.

He wanted to be part of John's plan, he wanted revenge.

Malfoy is no longer the brat who only shouted to tell his dad. He has grown up.

He wanted to prove that he was no better than the savior Harry Potter, and he wanted to let others know that what Harry could do, he could do too.

He wanted John to take him with him, even if it meant death.

Malfoy looked at John and growled, "I'm not a coward, John!"

"I'm a warrior, I can charge too!"

"Don't treat me like a child, I want revenge!"

Malfoy roared, shouting out the emotions he had been hiding behind the mask for some time.

John listened to the noise gradually quieting down, and stood up and wiped the blood off his hands with a towel.

Just as the fire in Malfoy's eyes began to die, John's voice rang out.

"I never thought of you as children, Draco."

Malfoy raised his head suddenly, looking at John with hope and hesitation in his eyes, "Can I also participate in your plan?"

John said helplessly, "I didn't exclude you."

"Then you beat me?" Malfoy was overwhelmed by surprise, but the wound on his face made him grimace.

John said disdainfully, "You seem to be imitating those Gryffindor guys and can't help but feel itchy."

"Who told you to bring Gryffindor personal heroism to Slytherin."

Malfoy: "..." He suddenly felt extremely ashamed of what he had just said.

Little did he know that the way John looked at him when he spoke just now felt as if he was looking at Harry.

They really look like a couple.

...

October ended in a hurry, in rain and sweat.

November has arrived at Hogwarts, and the chill has penetrated the collar of every little wizard.

The cold wind cut his exposed skin like a knife, and Slytherin's green scarf was wrapped around his neck.

The mountains and forests are covered with a layer of white snow.

The Quidditch match arrived as scheduled.

In the auditorium, the contestants from both sides met and interacted in a "friendly" manner, and they were all sweet to each other.

John watched as Luna struggled with a green snake-like collar and a large lion's head.

She was thinking about which team to cheer for.

She remembered that her friends Harry and Ron were both on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and she remembered that John was a Slytherin.

After struggling for a while, the Crooked-Horned Snorlax in her pocket jumped out.

John saw the Crooked-Horned Snorlax in the palm of his hand, raised his hand and touched the empty bowl, and a bowl of purple liquid appeared on it.

"Drink it." John put the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle next to the bowl.

The Scimitar-Horned Snorkle looked from John to the purple thing.

His face was full of rejection, but John kept smiling, "If you don't drink, I'll throw you away."

The Crooked-Horned Snorlax hurriedly dived into the purple liquid, and the amount of liquid inside was visibly reduced.

Soon, the entire bowl was eaten by the Crooked-Horned Snorlax.

John raised an eyebrow as the Snorkle took two drunken steps and banged its head on the table.

"What's wrong with it?" Malfoy was completely sober after being taken out and beaten up by John last time.

It turns out that personal heroism is not acceptable. They are Slytherins, not Gryffindors.

After being forced to rest on the last day, Malfoy is in very good shape now.

John saw Malfoy trying to poke the Snorlax and accidentally touching its sharp horn, causing it to scream. He casually said, "It's probably a drunken demon."

"What?" Malfoy looked skeptical.

He had heard of drunkenness, but not of the drunken devil.

Could it be that John just made it up?

John gave the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle to Luna. Seeing that she hadn't made a choice yet, he chuckled and said, "If you want to be friends, you can choose Gryffindor. If you want to win, choose Slytherin."

Luna nodded and chose the lion's head.

After all, she didn't know anyone on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

John: “…” If I had known, I wouldn’t have said that.

He is regretting it.

Luna was seen wearing the snake that looked like it could strangle people around her neck.

The disembodied voice said, "This is also for friends."

John's heart warmed and he put the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller down with a smile.

...

Chapter 305: Red Lion and Green Snake

This was the first time the two sides met after a year since the third grade.

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

The two fateful colleges, just like their former founders, are the opposing colors of red and green.

Montaigne led the team out of the locker room, and they had a lot of personnel changes.

Apart from the captaincy change, there was also a change in batsmen.

Gower and Crabbe were playing as batsmen for the first time.

Harry comforted Ron.

It was also the first time for the two Slytherin beaters to play, so they were nervous and scared.

You may also fly the ball in the wrong direction and hit your teammates.

They are stupid. With their brain capacity, it would be difficult for them to even remember their own goal.

These are what the Gryffindors think.

But in fact, the two people were indeed nervous, but not as scared as imagined.

On the contrary, they feel very honored.

Can represent Slytherin in this fateful battle.

Malfoy kicked two people from behind, and said proudly and viciously: "Aim for Potter's head, remember?"

The two big guys nodded repeatedly, and Meng Tai led the team members in warm-up exercises.

I learned this from Malfoy, and I heard it came from Muggles. Doing this can warm up the body, and you don't have to worry about getting hurt if you get bumped into something.

They like to call it magical Muggle method.

Gryffindor also came out, and Malfoy cast a look of arrogance and contempt at Potter.

When his attention shifted to their new goalkeeper, Ron Weasley, Malfoy made a throwing motion and Crabbe understood and pretended to dive but missed.

Ron was so angry that his face turned blue. Harry poked him from behind and said, "Ignore them. Let's see who's the winner on the field."

Ron nodded nervously. He had never had much confidence in himself.

I wanted to avoid looking at the Slytherin side, but I couldn't help but look over there.

He saw the two big men, Goyle and Crabbe, banging their shoulders together like two bulls and grinning at Ron.