Chapter 278：

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

He stood up gracefully and walked towards the duel ring. After John stood still, he said casually, "I hope you haven't forgotten what the duel 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 politely.

"Show me your strength, Draco."

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

Malfoy was feeling angry because he was forced to bend over just now.

Seeing this, Malfoy took action directly.

One after another, spells were shot at John, and John held the wand in his left hand to resist them all at will.

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

"Impedimento"

Malfoy reacted quickly and stopped John's swing.

Shooting two red lights to repel the big dog, he also had some real fire and ran towards John to attack.

John also walked towards Malfoy, blocking the attack easily and casually as he walked.

Raising his hand, Malfoy seemed to be caught by something and fell forward.

He used his other hand to roll on the ground with one hand, adjusted his posture and shot the magic spell at John.

The curse was struck by the big dog conjured by John.

The distance between the two people quickly closed, and soon it was less than three steps.

A stern look flashed in Malfoy's eyes, and he stepped forward after shooting a spell from his wand.

He made a fist with his left hand and swung it towards John's face. John threw his head back and dodged it. He also caught the fist with his left hand and caught the falling wand with the other hand and drew Malfoy's wand pointed at him.

Malfoy's wrist hurt, the burning pain was like being struck by a whip, and the wand flew out.

But he didn't give up and continued to attack. He kept swinging his fists at John. He was hit by John's knee, and his whole body bent down like a cooked shrimp.

John kicked him on the inside of his knee again, and his body was about to lose balance and fall.

Before he had time to react, the back of Malfoy's head was firmly held by John's left hand to prevent it from hitting the ground.

I didn’t have time to say my thanks.

A fist enlarged in front of his eyes, causing Malfoy's nose to hurt, followed by nosebleeds.

John seemed not to have seen it, and hit the face with his fist one after another.

Malfoy struggled from the beginning to being beaten half to death.

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

After lying down for a while.

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

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

Malfoy said to himself, "If I were stronger, I could help you."

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

"I'm not as powerful as Percy, and I'm not as good as Cedric."

"After my mother came back that day, I wasn't allowed to go downstairs. I don't know what you said to her, but you wouldn't hurt me."

His voice was low and frustrated, "I was too weak. Even if I was there that day, I couldn't do anything or change anything."

"I don't want to just accept help, John." The injury on his face had healed a lot, but there were still some bruises on it. His face looked very gaunt. Malfoy got up with difficulty, "I want to contribute. I am a member of the Star Club.”

John knew why Malfoy trained so crazily and why he was so eager to express himself.

He wants to join John's plan, and he wants revenge.

Malfoy is no longer the brat who just screamed to tell his father. He has grown up.

He wants to prove that he is no better than the savior Harry Potter. He wants others to know that he can do what Harry can do.

He wanted John to take him with him, even if he would die, he would go.

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

"I am a warrior, I can also charge!"

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

Malfoy roared, shouting out the emotions he had hidden under his mask for this period of time.

John listened to the voice and gradually became quieter. He stood up and wiped the blood on his hands with a towel.

Just as the fire in Malfoy's eyes gradually extinguished, John's voice sounded.

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

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

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

"Then you're going to beat me?" Malfoy was overwhelmed by the surprise, but the injury on his face made him grin.

John said with disdain: "Seeing you imitating those Gryffindor guys makes my hands itch."

"Who asked you to bring Gryffindor's personal heroism to Slytherin."

Malfoy: "..." He suddenly felt that what he just said was particularly shameful.

As everyone knows, when John looked at the way he spoke just now, he felt as if he was looking at Harry.

Sure enough, they look like husband and wife.

…

October ended in a hurry, in the rain and sweat.

November is approaching at Hogwarts, and the chill has penetrated the collars of every little wizard.

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

The mountains and forests are covered with a white snow cap.

The Quidditch match came as scheduled.

In the auditorium, the contestants from both sides met and had a "friendly" interaction, smearing honey on each other's lips.

John watched Luna struggling with a green snake-shaped scarf and a big lion head.

She was thinking about which team to cheer for.

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

After struggling for a while, all the Snorlax in her pocket came out.

John saw the curved-horned Snorlax in his palm, raised his hand and stroked the empty bowl, and a bowl of purple liquid appeared on it.

"Drink it." John placed the Snorlax next to the bowl.

The Horned Snorlax looked at John and then at the purple thing.

Rejection was written all over his face, but John’s smile did not diminish, “If you don’t drink, I will throw you away.”

The Bent-Horned Snorlax hurriedly dove into the purple liquid, and the liquid inside was reduced visibly to the naked eye.

Soon, the entire bowl went into the Snorlax's belly.

John raised his eyebrows and watched as the Bent-Horned Snorlax took two drunken steps and then hit his head on the table.

"What's wrong with it?" Malfoy woke up completely after John took him out and beat him severely.

As expected, personal heroism cannot be used. They are Slytherin, not Gryffindor.

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

When John saw Malfoy trying to poke the Snorlax, he accidentally hit a sharp corner and screamed, he said casually, "It's probably a drunkard."

"What?" Malfoy looked suspicious.

He had heard of drunkenness, but not the drunkard.

Could it be that John made it up casually?

John took the Bent-Horned Snorlax to Luna. Seeing that she hadn't made a choice yet, he chuckled and said: "If you are for friends, you can choose Gryffindor, if you want to win, choose Slytherin. "

Luna nodded, and then chose the lion head.

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

John: "..." I should have known I wouldn't have said that just now.

He is regretting it.

Then Luna put the snake that looked like it was about to strangle a human around her neck.

The ethereal voice said: "This is also for friends."

John's heart warmed and he put down the Snorlax with a smile.

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Chapter 305 Red Lion and Green Snake

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

Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

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

Montague led the team out of the locker room, and their personnel changed a lot.

In addition to the change of captain, there is also a change of batsmen.

Gall and Crabbe were batsmen for the first time.

Harry comforted Ron,

It was also the first time for Slytherin's two batters to play, so they would be nervous and scared.

You may also miss the ball and hit your teammates.

They are very stupid. With their brain capacity, it is probably difficult for them to even remember their own goal.

The above are the thoughts of Gryffindors.

But in fact, the two of them were indeed nervous, but not as scared as they imagined.

On the contrary, they felt very glorious.

Can represent Slytherin in this fateful battle.

Malfoy kicked each of the two people in the back, and said proudly and viciously: "Aim at Potter's head, do you remember clearly?"

The two big men nodded repeatedly, and Meng Tai led the team members to do warm-up exercises.

I learned this from Malfoy. I heard it came from Muggles. Doing this can keep your body warm and you don't have to worry about getting hurt if you get hit later.

They would like to call it a magical Muggle method.

Gryffindor also came out, and Malfoy cast an arrogant and contemptuous look at Potter.

When the eyes turned to their new goalkeeper, Ron Weasley, Malfoy made a motion to throw the ball, and Crabbe knowingly pretended to dive and missed.

Ron was so angry that his face turned purple. Harry poked him in the back and said, "Ignore them. We will see the real results on the field."

Nervous Ron nodded. He had never been confident in himself.

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

He saw the two big men Goyle and Crabbe bumping into each other like two bulls with their shoulders, and they smiled evilly at Ron.