I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John shrugged. "It's good for young people to take a little hit."

He glanced at the door behind him that paused as it closed, and said with a half-smile, "We should go back."

Pansy was snuggling up to a gloomy-looking boy.

This made Malfoy breathe a sigh of relief, and he said loudly: "Thank God, you finally found a normal person. Theodore Nott is at least one of us."

John looked at Malfoy speechlessly. It turned out that every beating he received was not in vain.

Couldn't you lower your voice?

The so-called childhood sweethearts either love each other or want to kill each other.

Obviously Malfoy and Pansy, the childhood sweethearts, chose the latter.

When Pansy heard Malfoy's words, she immediately transformed from a little girl into a tigress.

When they returned to the carriage, Malfoy rubbed the purple corners of his mouth and said stubbornly: "I just don't hit women."

...

Chapter 429 Harry is caught

"Get off."

With a kick to Goyle's butt, Malfoy told him to get out of the way.

He sat in Gore's original seat.

Gao Er rubbed his butt and didn't dare to say anything.

Crabbe asked curiously, "What did Professor Slughorn ask you to do?"

"He just went over to chat. I think he just wants to curry favor with the relatives of a prominent figure." Malfoy sat down and took up most of the seat.

He said unhappily, "It's just that I didn't have good vision and called Potter over as well."

If it were him in the past, he would definitely mock Ginny at the same time, after all, Ron Weasley was also an annoying guy.

"Who else did he invite?" Crabbe asked puzzledly.

"McLaggen, that guy isn't very smart, but my uncle is a high-ranking official."

Malfoy sneered, "Can you believe that guy made a bet with others last year and ate Vixen's eggs? It's so stupid. Maybe there are many such idiots in Gryffindor."

Laughter suddenly broke out in the car, and everyone thought that the guy must be a fool.

John glanced at the luggage rack and saw a strap falling off a bag on it.

Crabbe saw this and put the tape back on.

"I'm sure Blaise heard it, too. The guy even said he went hunting with his uncle. This story is as bad as the one in Potter's Adventures."

Malfoy was extremely disdainful, but despite this, he did not forget about his Potter.

Blaise nodded and scoffed, "Harry Potter is like a little quail whose mother let him perform a talent show."

Usually talking about Potter in Slytherin would always result in laughter.

Blaise was laughing when he was hit on the head by a falling umbrella.

He touched his head and asked in confusion: "Whose umbrella is this?"

Goyle raised his hand and said, "My, how did it get there?"

Blaise was a little angry. He threw the umbrella over and yelled, "Put away your umbrella."

Gao Er was unconvinced and said, "I don't know how it got to you!"

The two of them got a little angry. Malfoy realized something was wrong and shouted, "Shut up, Goyle, show me the umbrella."

As the current Slytherin prefect, Malfoy's words are very authoritative in Slytherin, where the strong are respected.

Gore handed him the umbrella. He looked at it and asked, "Where did you put it?"

"Here, the luggage rack above me." Goyle pointed above his head.

Malfoy looked back at Blaise, two seats between them.

He returned the umbrella to Goyle, glanced at the luggage rack, and said with a meaningful laugh: "Potter, rare Potter, even our new headmaster wants to see the 'savior' with his own eyes. He really thinks of himself as the savior."

He obviously discovered something, but he remained calm.

John stood up and walked towards the box. Seeing the two sisters talking and laughing inside, he opened the door and went in.

The train was about to arrive at Hogsmeade Station, and the students changed into their school uniforms.

John tapped his shoulder and changed into his school uniform with one click.

After exiting the box, he, Daphne, and Astoria left first.

"Malfoy, don't be late. We need to give the new headmaster some face." John reminded Malfoy before leaving.

Malfoy didn't move, just nodded and watched John leave.

When the carriage was empty, Malfoy suddenly sneered: "If you had any brains, you wouldn't have swaggered into someone else's carriage."

After saying that, he immediately drew out his wand and recited the spell as quickly as if it was burning his mouth: "Petrificus Totalus"

The red light hit the luggage rack and a muffled sound came from the carriage.

Malfoy walked over with an arrogant step and pulled towards the empty aisle.

A frozen person was revealed, his legs still curled up.

Harry Potter.

Malfoy smiled smugly, with a malicious smile, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Potter, you are so brave to hide up here and eavesdrop."

"Eavesdropping on what? Listening to your ridiculous savior story?" Malfoy sneered. "Pay the price for your recklessness."

He said coldly: "Go back with the train, you reckless man, and..."

Malfoy stood up, stomped his foot hard on Harry's face, and cursed: "This kick is for the last time at the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for you bunch of idiots, there would be no accidents!"

Venting out his anger, he glanced at the cloak in his hand.

It was a cheap thing, and he had plenty of it at home, all made from the best parts of more than a dozen invisible beasts. He didn't really want it.

Harry was covered up considerately so that no one could see him.

After finishing everything, he spat on the ground and turned away.

Harry was left alone like this.

The train was about to start, and Harry was feeling anxious.

He was expecting someone to come, but at this moment everyone on the train had left.

He was completely disappointed and regretted following her secretly.

Dumbledore had said that John might have some secret with Slughorn, and after leaving the party, he had wanted to eavesdrop on what the two who stayed behind were saying.

Unfortunately Malfoy was guarding the door, so he had to put on the invisibility cloak.

After John came out, he followed behind him, hoping to hear something about Slughorn from him.

Unfortunately, he failed.

When he heard that Blaise wanted to pursue Ginny, he couldn't help himself.

Then he heard Bryce laughing at him and mentioned his mother.

He couldn't help but hook Goyle's umbrella with his foot and hit Bryce hard on the head.

It was this moment that made Malfoy look over here.

He prayed that the other party would not notice him, and the result was obvious.

Not only did Malfoy see it, he even stayed and waited for him on purpose.

The train was moving slowly, and Harry wanted to use his wand to cast a spell through the air like he did last time against the Dementors.

But the wand didn't react at all.

He tried desperately to make some sound, but Malfoy's Charms was 'O' and his Petrification Charm was very powerful, so he couldn't do it at all.

Just when he thought he might have to wait until next year to be discovered, the door of the box was opened.

There was a flash of red light, and Harry's body was freed from the curse.

He sat up, blood pouring from his nose.

He looked up and saw a familiar person smiling at him: "I wanted to give you a surprise."

Harry asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"It's a good thing, but we'd better jump out of the car quickly."

The man winked at Harry, "I thought you wouldn't say no to an exciting and fun car-hopping adventure."

Just before the train was about to leave the platform, two figures jumped off the train one after the other, and Harry's head almost hit the edge of the platform.

...

"what is that?"

At the start-of-term banquet, Malfoy was curious about the glasses John was wearing.

It looks like it's made of two CDs.

"The anti-monster glasses were given to me by The Quibbler."

John raised the magazine in his hand and said to Malfoy, "You're not going too far, are you?"

"I stepped on him," Malfoy said proudly, glancing at the Gryffindor table without Harry. "He should be on the return train by now."

John glanced nonchalantly at the staff table, where there were two empty seats.

He frowned and asked, "Our new professor hasn't arrived yet."

"Probably just a late fool." Malfoy disagreed.

John did not interfere with Slughorn's first-year choices, and he gave full respect to the former Head of Slytherin.

Students frequently looked towards the staff table, and for the first time saw that the person sitting there was not Dumbledore, but a stranger instead.

Slughorn stood up and introduced himself.

He is different from Dumbledore, but he doesn't talk too much nonsense, probably because Dumbledore didn't say much in the past to influence him.

But compared to Dumbledore's straightforward speech, it still feels very nagging.

Fortunately, it only lasted ten minutes, and then they began the sorting.

Professor McGonagall was still in charge, and the sorting was the same as usual.

The songs sung by the Sorting Hat are similar, about unity, friendship, and being vigilant against foreign enemies.

By the time the Sorting was over, it was clear that Slughorn was also a person who liked to eat.

"I never had the chance to say this before," Slughorn smiled and waved his hand, "Eat!"

A variety of delicious food appeared on the table and the meal began.

Malfoy ate the roast chicken and muttered to Astoria, "Eating there is like eating tough cloth, or cold quail."

Astoria was amused by him, and Daphne rubbed the cut pudding plate with the knife in her hand frantically until the plate broke in two.

During the opening banquet, Hagrid arrived late and waved in John's direction.

There was one seat left, and Snape suddenly left and didn't come back until the end.

But he looked very bad, and he had his wand.

Harry walked in with someone else, his nose covered with blood scabs, but he was not angry. On the contrary, his face looked abnormally happy, as if he had drunk a joy potion.

Slughorn saw the arrival and happily ended the start-of-term feast by announcing, "We are delighted to have a new professor, Professor Black."

The man walked under the changing sky of the dome, with black hair and decent clothes.

It's just that his clothes were a little dirty, as if he had a fight with someone.