Chapter 277：

John followed the young couple's directions and came to a place similar to a mermaid village.

The Black Lake is very large, and there are many things similar to ancient ruins underneath.

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

Walking among the ruins, John finally saw the big octopus.

Usually, only the tentacles of that octopus can be seen, and few people can see its full picture.

The octopus, which is bigger than the dragon, is lying on a pile of collapsed ruins, its tentacles flowing with the water, and it is sleeping.

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

But this is in the water. If the big octopus goes berserk, I'm afraid it won't survive long.

Approaching the big octopus, John used psychic magic to communicate with it.

The moment he touched the tentacle, countless images flashed before John's eyes.

His face turned pale, John groaned, and spit out a bubble from his mouth.

The big octopus was awakened. It thought John was a student who had fallen into the water, so it rolled its tentacles around John and was about to send him up.

John hurriedly poked the tentacles with his wand to make the big octopus stop.

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

John no longer peeps into the mind of the big octopus, but only uses psychic magic to communicate.

"Put me down, big guy."

The big octopus slowly put John down, squirming his tentacles to turn him around.

It was reminiscing. Could it be that Hogwarts has started the Triwizard Tournament again?

Otherwise, why would a student be in the water?

"Big guy, my name is John Wick, a student of Slytherin."

The big octopus recognized this as a Slytherin student.

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

After several attempts, John had to temporarily stop communicating.

He had just breathed out half a breath, but now he couldn't hold it any longer, so he let the big octopus send him up.

When John was brought up by the huge tentacles, the three people on the shore exclaimed.

"You are still here?"

John felt strange when he saw Malfoy being hung up.

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

After evaporating the water on his body, John waved his hand, "It's okay, I was just talking to the big octopus."

"Can you talk to an octopus?" Malfoy said with his head down.

"To be precise, I am telling you that this big octopus has lived for thousands of years, so it is difficult to communicate."

John felt regretful for a while. He originally wanted to discuss letting the big octopus give some blood, but unfortunately the big octopus didn't seem to understand.

He had no choice but to try to communicate later.

Let Daphne put Malfoy down, and John went back.

A few days have passed.

The Quidditch game rekindled the excitement of Hogwarts. Umbridge was still as effective as ever, but she could not stop their enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Since being threatened by John, Umbridge has not dared to cause trouble.

She was really afraid that John would join other Slytherin students and go to the Ministry of Magic to file a complaint.

Slytherin students have nothing but the best connections.

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

Being punished by Umbridge every now and then, not to mention the students, even the deans were complaining.

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

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After Harry founded the D.A., he felt as if he was wearing a talisman on his chest, a warm secret that supported his life under Umbridge's oppression.

Even when dealing with Umbridge’s terrifying toad eyes, he could still smile gently.

Times make heroes.

Leading oppressed people through suffering can always make people grow.

The only trouble is that they cannot fix each student at a certain time for special training.

The Quidditch training time of the three houses prevented them from gathering well.

Fortunately, Hermione was always able to help her son when he needed help. She made a magic silver coin that looked like Galleons.

This thing is like the Dark Mark, but it's not carved on the arm.

Through the above numerical changes, all students can be well informed for training.

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

Hermione said proudly: "I will tell you a lot more that you don't know."

Harry was very happy, so he could quickly notify the time of the special training.

The only thing they worry about is accidentally spending the fake galleons.

In this regard, Ron sadly said not to worry.

Because he has no other galleons except fake galleons.

Poverty prevents him from making mistakes.

very nice.

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The first Quidditch match of the season was Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

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

Professor McGonagall has always loved the Quidditch game the most, and at the same time, she also values ​​it the most.

A week before the game, Professor McGonagall exempted the Gryffindor Quidditch team from their homework, allowing them more time to train.

But Slytherin was not to be outdone, and Snape reserved time for the Slytherin Quidditch team to use the stadium early.

As the much-criticized Head of Slytherin, Snape gave full play to Slytherin's characteristics.

John visited Malfoy, who had one week left to compete. He was training tirelessly in the wind, rain and mud.

Montague couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed over and hugged Malfoy, who was still trying to load the firebolt, and shouted loudly: "Draco, forget it, you have practiced enough."

"Let me go," Malfoy pushed Montague away persistently, sat on the Firebolt and shouted, "You need more training before you can keep up with Potter."

"If you are tired, please leave first. I want to train for a while."

Montague opened his mouth and finally muttered: "You have worked 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 the first year. Do you know his talent!"

If you want to say who has the strongest Quidditch talent in the entire Hogwarts, there is no doubt that it is Harry Potter.

Since the first grade, he has had flying skills that were noticed by Professor McGonagall.

That was his first time touching a broomstick.

As for Malfoy, he has been flying since he was a child.

Has many years of experience.

But what’s the result?

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

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

In the third grade, he once again watched the Golden Snitch miss him.

Where did you lose?

No one riding a better broomstick could beat Harry Potter.

Malfoy knew that he lost in talent.

That little bit of talent made him lose.

With the same training time, Harry gained several times more than he did.

So he has to work several times, dozens, or hundreds of times to fill the extra gap.

​He wants to win.

Slytherin's genes are engraved on his body.

He wants to win!

Malfoy had just experienced falling 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 Snitches flying around.

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

His vision went dark, his hand let go of the Firebolt, and he quickly fell from the sky.

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

When he was about to touch the ground, Malfoy's body stopped suddenly.

The rain condenses into a water bed, catching people.

John walked past Montague and said, "Disband and give yourself the best condition before the game."

Queen Mother Meng reacted belatedly. Seeing John, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave the order to disband to the other team members.

Looking at Malfoy, who had been bruised all over his body, John took him in another direction.

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Chapter 304 Beating and Malfoy

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

After getting up, he was bouncing around and hurriedly checked whether his Firebolt was broken.

After seeing the Firebolt lying safely beside him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Montage, let's continue." After Malfoy said that, he saw that the surroundings did not seem to be on a Quidditch pitch.

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

"John," Malfoy stood up quickly. After realizing that his injury was healed, he said with a smile, "Then I'll go first, John."

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

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

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

Malfoy: "???"

Not understanding 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 confused Malfoy, John chuckled: "You seem to be eager to verify your strength."

"Huh?" Malfoy said blankly, "I don't have one."