I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Since joining Puddlemere United, he has found himself being treated as a substitute.

How could Malfoy not be angry?

As a Slytherin Seeker, it's not reasonable for you to not give me a starting Seeker?

He must let these players know what Slytherin's devilish training is.

then……

Malfoy training while the Puddlemere United players were training.

While the Puddlemere United players were resting, Malfoy was training.

While the Puddlemere United players were eating, Malfoy was training.

While the Puddlemere United players were taking a shower, Malfoy was training.

While the Puddlemere United players were sleeping, Malfoy was... also sleeping, but he was the first to arrive the next day.

"What the hell is he."

As the captain of this ancient Quidditch club, Espen Sandberg looked at the guy who never took a break within his sight and couldn't help but wonder if the other party had several brothers.

Under such crazy devilish training, Malfoy's flying skills are constantly improving.

During the team's daily scrimmage training, he picked up the Golden Snitch in front of the official Seeker Rush Orlando.

"Fake!"

Rush Orlando swore.

As a seeker, he has always been the ace of the team, but today his Golden Snitch was taken away by a guy who just graduated from school.

He was in a bad temper and threw his broom to the ground after landing.

"Rush, he's just lucky." Espen hurried to persuade him.

"A novice always has a few good luck moments. I saw it. The golden snitch appeared on his side."

He needed to stabilize Rush, as the competition would begin in a few days, and the previous victories were brought about by Rush picking up the Golden Snitch.

He didn't want anything to go wrong this time.

But the more people fear something, the more likely it will happen.

Rush thought about it and it was true. Malfoy had an advantage in distance just now, plus he was lucky...

He looked better, and Espen breathed a sigh of relief.

"No way, no way?" Malfoy's shrill voice sounded, and he slowly came down on his broomstick, pinching the Golden Snitch between two fingers and sneered, "No one can really fly faster than the substitute players, right?"

"Puchi, if I were you, I wouldn't listen to nonsense like luck."

"Luck? You might as well say that I used magic on this golden snitch."

"I can tell you that I got an 'O' in Charms."

Malfoy sneered at what the two men said.

luck?

Appear beside you?

Why don't you say appear on my face.

That thing clearly flew over Rush's head.

I didn't see it, if it was Potter he would have caught it long ago.

Still a professional.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Aspen saw that Rush looked unhappy, he roared, "You, a substitute player, have no place to speak here!"

"Tsk, the weak should be eliminated. This is the truth I learned in Hogwarts, but you haven't learned it at all." Malfoy doesn't care who you are and sneered, "Strength comes first. The weak go down and the strong come up. This is my standard in Slytherin."

"It's just a school team. Do you know the value of professional players?" Rush said angrily. "It's just good luck!"

"Ah, right, right, I'm lucky. Your skills are worse than Potter's," Malfoy said disdainfully, "You have to admit your shortcomings and stand at attention when you are beaten. Didn't your captain teach you that?"

Wait, Captain?

Isn't that me?

Espen was also included in the attack range, and he roared with a sullen face: "Malfoy, from now on, you can't even step into the practice field!"

"Did I give you face?" Malfoy was also angry. "If you lose, you lose. You defend him. Is he your boyfriend?"

"This team doesn't allow the strong players to take the positions, but keeps the weak ones in the positions for nothing?"

"get down!"

No one could keep calm under Malfoy's taunts, and Espen and Rush were in a state of rage.

Malfoy took one look and flew down, throwing the broom into the arms of another substitute player.

Looking at the two people who wanted to beat him up, he walked over leisurely, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I'm coming down, then what?"

"I can't bear it anymore!"

Rush rushed forward angrily and punched the face that deserved a beating.

In the past, he was the main force of the team and no one could stop him from shooting three points.

The oldest team is good, but it has not won the championship many times over the years.

The club treats Rush like a treasure.

If he wants to beat someone up, who can stop him?

Malfoy was different, he didn't stop, he just beat them up.

Rush flew back directly, and Malfoy said contemptuously: "You can't fly, and you can't fight either. What can you do?"

Espen was stunned, his mind went blank.

He really hit me.

Rush was kicked unconscious.

"It's just a thin dog, not even as good as Potter, it can't even stand a kick."

"You are fired!"

Aspen roared, "Get off the team!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Malfoy stared at him and said, "Think it over."

"Yeah, that's right, get out!"

Aspen didn't know why the club recruited such a person.

Malfoy turned and left without any reluctance.

There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!

...

Chapter 686: Malfoy, the Crooked God of War, Manor Cocktail Party

"Expelled?"

John's face suddenly turned strange when he saw Malfoy complaining in front of the badge.

"Who is so brave?"

Was the guy who fired Malfoy blind?

Didn’t you see his last name?

His father is Lucius, the first president of the Quidditch Wizarding League.

You offended him, didn't you push the team into the fire pit?

John even wanted to applaud the person who suggested firing him.

Others may not know, but John can guess that the guy is about to be scolded.

because……

Lucius, who had just been elected as the chairman, sat on the sofa, holding a cane with three stars engraved on it.

He looked at John's strange expression strangely, as if there was something hard to explain.

However, in his joy, Lucius chose to give up worrying about this issue for the time being. He said with a smile on his face, "I will hold a club cocktail party at Malfoy Manor tonight. If you are free, Sir Wick, please come over."

Club cocktail party?

Club leaders from all over the country will go there.

John smiled and nodded: "I'll be there."

"That's great." Lucius was delighted. He thought of his son again and said proudly, "I believe Draco's skills should be put to good use in the team at this time."

"Yeah." John nodded. He took it very seriously. After all, they were fired in public.

I just wonder how Lucius would feel when he knew his son was driven away.

Wait until evening.

John stood in front of the mirror and used his magic wand to change the color of his clothes to purple and then to green.

Tang Mi looked at the smile on his master's face and didn't understand why he was so happy.

"My Lord, what are you laughing at?"

“I think of happy things.”

Tang Mi: “…” Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

After changing into a gorgeous green robe, John smiled at Tang Mi and said, "There will be something exciting tonight."

After saying that, John walked out of the manor.

A distinguished carriage drawn by the Thestrals was waiting there.

He walked in, and the Thestral ran for a distance and then flew up.

...

Malfoy Manor.

This manor adds a touch of nobility to its original luxury.

The white peacock made a pleasant singing sound.

The manor is bustling with traffic.

Carriages drove into the manor.

Among them was the car belonging to Puddlemere United.

In the carriage, the current person in charge, Little Handing Puddlemire, was admonishing the team captain, Espen, "This chairman is a man who likes to save face, so don't offend him."

"I understand, Mr. Puddlemire." Espen nodded hurriedly.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the huge benefits of this league.

The other party is the first chairman and has a historic status.

Nothing good will come of offending him.

The current Puddlemere United only has the name of an old team, but in the important leagues, their strength has always been mediocre and it is very uncomfortable.

The ranking is only fourth.

If they fail to win the match two days later, they will lose the qualification to compete in the finals.

This made little Handing a little anxious.

Dressed in their best clothes, the responsible persons stepped down from the carriage.

Most of them know each other, but some of them still have grudges against each other.

But this time, he had to give Lucius face and not get angry.