I swung a sword at Hogwarts

After he drank the glass of pumpkin juice, he heard the news that Malfoy had asked for leave, and for a moment he thought that the Felicis Felicis made him lucky.

But hell and heaven are just a thought away.

John's appearance brought unprecedented morale to Slytherin. Even Urquhart, who was hit in the nose by the ball, wiped the blood from his nose and continued flying.

It seemed that they were facing not a group of players, but a group of beasts.

They fly faster, shoot more accurately, and hit the Bludgers with more power.

That was an unbeatable team.

"Sorry, Ron, Hermione," said Harry bitterly.

He took out the unsealed bottle from his pocket and said with difficulty, "I didn't mix it in."

"I wanted Ron to think I had mixed it up, so I pretended to do it when I knew you were watching."

"Why?" Ron asked puzzled, "Why did you do this?"

"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry lowered his head, "I wanted to give you some confidence, to make you feel lucky."

Harry didn't dare look at Ron. He felt that Ron would be angry and furious like before.

Even Hermione thought so.

But Harry did not welcome the storm as he had imagined. Ron leaned against the wardrobe and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Harry looked up and saw Ron's guilty look.

"I'm sorry, man, I shouldn't have done this," Ron also realized how bad he had been during this period. He said, "Can you forgive me, Captain?"

Harry stared at Ron with wide eyes in disbelief.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, they hugged each other, diluting the conflicts of the past period.

"Of course, Ron," said Harry, "but don't miss your training."

They smiled at each other and all their past grudges were resolved.

Hermione stood aside, bewildered.

Ron looked at her, and when he met those anxious eyes, he wanted to slap himself.

The jerk he had been during this time made him unable to look Hermione in the face.

After releasing Harry, he stood in front of Hermione, rubbing his fingers like a schoolboy.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," he apologized.

Looking up, Ron said shyly, "Are you going to the library?"

The anxiety on Hermione's face disappeared, and she smiled, which was like a hammer hitting Ron's heart.

"Are you going to the Christmas party with me?" Hermione asked back with a bright smile.

Ron subconsciously covered his heart, it was about to jump out, he smirked and said, "Of course."

Harry smiled foolishly when he saw his friends making peace with each other.

Even though the game was lost, the result was not bad.

Quidditch game was a disastrous defeat.

Harry called the team members together, and they were ready for the Gryffindors' cold stares and insults.

This is something they should accept.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Ron on his left, then at Ginny on his right.

Walk out of the locker room.

“Great, they’re out!”

"oh--!"

shocked.

There are no rotten eggs thrown over, let alone swearing at noses.

They were greeted with applause and cheers from Gryffindor.

Harry said stupidly, "We lost the game."

The exotic beauty Parvati Perti shouted in dissatisfaction: "Don't be silly, it's not like you haven't lost before, you idiot."

"But……"

Before he could finish his words, Dean and Seamus ran over and carried him up.

"Come on, it's John Wick."

"We all saw it. You fought hard."

"And Ron, his arm needs to be checked out at the school hospital."

"Demelza's nose needs some treatment."

"..."

A cacophony of voices came from all directions.

Harry thought that he would become a laughing stock after suffering his first defeat just after becoming captain.

But now, Gryffindor has shown them through practical actions.

Although it is normal for young people to admire the strong and famous, their emotions are sincere and they will not abuse those who work hard.

Be it embarrassing or glorious.

There were quarrels, reconciliations, jokes, and pranks...

But Gryffindor is Gryffindor.

There is bravery buried deep in their hearts. Their courage, spirit and generosity make Gryffindor stand out!

"Anyone want to host a party in the lounge?"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone echoed.

Harry was finally put down and felt his hand being pulled.

Looking back, there was reluctance and tenacity in Ginny's eyes.

"We'll win it back next time," she said firmly.

Harry looked at that beautiful face, his emotions fermenting in his heart, and he nodded firmly.

"Win it back next time."

In fact, they didn't lose much.

Deducting the Snitch's 150 points, they were 40 points behind with four overs to play.

From 70 points to 40 points.

If it weren't for John, they might have won.

...

school clinic.

"So John won like that?" Malfoy asked dumbfoundedly, his neck fixed.

Goyle and Crabbe nodded, and Astoria brought Malfoy the cake from the celebratory banquet.

Malfoy looked doubtful about his life, remembering that he had invited John to join Quidditch before, but John refused. Malfoy thought John was not very good at flying.

While eating the cream cake, Malfoy said angrily: "John, you play me."

Report, there are actors here!

Malfoy was about to become withdrawn, and winked at Goyle and Crabbe, asking them to give him and Astoria some time alone.

But the two of them seemed to be blind. Finally, when there was no other way, Malfoy kicked Goyle on the butt with his stubbornness and cursed: "Don't you have to go back?"

"Daphne made us watch you," Goyle rubbed the place where he was kicked aggrievedly, "She said that if we dare to leave Astoria alone, she would make us become like you."

Malfoy: "..." Tired, destroy it.

As a man who broke his neck, Malfoy was in the hospital for some time.

He finally recovered just before the Christmas holiday.

The first thing Malfoy did after coming out again was to settle the score with John.

"You can't fly, can't you?" Malfoy demanded an explanation from John, as if John had done something to him.

Glancing at Malfoy's healed neck, John said calmly: "I didn't say I can't fly. It's all your guess."

When Malfoy heard it, he thought about it carefully, very sad and indignant, it was indeed the case.

"Well, now that you're back, I'll step down." Patting Malfoy on the shoulder, John said lightly, "It's best not to lose."

John won so brilliantly that the pressure on Malfoy increased again.

The day before the holiday.

Slughorn's Christmas party begins.

As a headmaster, Slughorn also holds private meetings. He really gives special treatment to outstanding students.

John snapped his fingers, causing Malfoy's red eyebrows to return.

In the transformation class, we learned about human body transformation, and this time we were asked to change the color of our eyebrows.

Unfortunately, Malfoy had little talent for Transfiguration.

"Hello, John." Luna greeted John.

John subconsciously looked at her eyebrows, and well, there was no change of color.

After saying hello, Luna was about to leave.

John asked, "Going to a party?"

Luna showed no sign of distress and said, "I have already accepted Harry's invitation."

"Okay," John shrugged and said as if it were a casual conversation, "I'll invite someone else."

"Bye, John." Luna hopped away.

John turned around and saw Malfoy looking incredulous. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"John, why are you inviting others?" Malfoy said in shock, "Go invite Daphne!"

"She's invited." John glanced at her, "She can come in without an invitation."

Malfoy covered his chest with his hands, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Although she is fierce, she is the second most beautiful girl in Slytherin."

Don’t ask why it’s second, because first is Astoria!

In the end John invited Daphne even though she could have gone in anyway.

eight pm.

John and Daphne head to the principal's office.

Slughorn still had some work ethic and wasn't taking up public space.

Come to think of it, he and Daphne were together at the last party.

Daphne changed into a very beautiful silver dress, which set off her fairer skin and more beautiful blond hair.

Laughter, music, and conversation could be heard throughout the office.

Walking inside, the office looked much larger.

John could see that a traceless extension spell was used.

It was richly decorated, with emerald green, crimson and gold curtains hanging from the ceiling and walls, making it look like a large tent.

In fact, it is.

Because John recognized that this was the magic tent produced by Silver Hand.

Putting up a tent in the office, Slughorn was a man who knew how to adapt.