Chapter 423：

After he drank the glass of pumpkin juice and heard the news that Malfoy was taking leave, he thought for a moment that the Felixir made him very lucky.

But **** and heaven are just a thought away.

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

It seems that they are not facing a group of players, but a group of beasts.

They fly faster, throw more accurately, and hit Bludgers with greater force.

That is an invincible team.

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

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

"I wanted Ron to think I was involved, so I pretended to do it knowing you were watching."

"Why?" Ron asked in confusion: "Why do you do this?"

"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry lowered his head, "I want you to regain your confidence and make you feel lucky."

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

Even Hermione thought so.

But Harry did not welcome the storm as he imagined. Ron leaned against the closet and whispered: "I am the one who is sorry."

Harry raised his head and saw Ron's guilty look.

"Sorry, man, I shouldn't have been like this," Ron also realized how bad he was during this period, and he said, "Can you forgive me, Captain?"

Harry's eyes widened and he looked at Ron in disbelief.

The two people looked at each other, and after a while, they hugged each other, diluting the conflicts during this period.

"Of course, Ron," said Harry, "but you can't throw away your training."

They looked at each other and smiled, burying the hatchet.

Hermione stood aside, at a loss.

Ron looked at her and met those anxious eyes. He wanted to slap himself.

The **** during this time made him afraid to look directly at Hermione.

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

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

Raising his head, Ron said in surprise: "Do you want to go to the library?"

The anxiety on Hermione's face disappeared, and she smiled, which made Ron's heart hit with a heavy hammer.

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

Ron subconsciously covered his heart, which was about to pop out. He smirked and said, "Of course."

When Harry saw his friends making up, he smiled silly.

Although the game failed, the result was not bad.

The Quidditch match failed miserably.

Harry called the team, and they prepared themselves for Gryffindor's eye rolls and insults.

This is what they should accept.

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

Step out of the locker room.

"Great, they're out!"

"oh-!"

shocked.

There were no rotten eggs thrown at me, and no insults pointed at my nose.

What greeted them was the applause and cheers of Gryffindor.

Harry said stupidly: "We lost the game."

The exotic beauty Parvati Perti shouted dissatisfied: "Don't be stupid, it's not like you've never lost before, you idiot."

"But…"

Before he could finish speaking, Dean and Seamus ran over and picked him up.

"Come on, that's John Wick."

"We all saw it, you worked hard."

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

"Demirza's nose needs to be fixed."

"…"

Various voices came from all directions.

Harry thought that he would become the laughing stock of everyone when he suffered his first defeat as soon as he became captain.

But now, Gryffindor tells them with practical actions.

Although it is normal for young people to be admired by others, their emotions are sincere and they will not abuse those who work hard.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s embarrassing or beautiful.

There are quarrels, reconciliations, jokes, teasing...

But Gryffindor is Gryffindor.

There is bravery buried deep in their hearts. Their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding!

"Does anyone want to hold a party in the lounge?"

I don’t know who shouted, but everyone echoed.

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

Looking back, Ginny's eyes showed reluctance and perseverance.

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

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

"I'll win it back next time."

In fact, they didn’t lose much.

Excluding the Snitch's 150 points, they were 40 points behind and four pitches behind.

From 70 points to 40 points.

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

…

school clinic.

"John won like this?" Malfoy asked dumbly, his neck being fixed.

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

Malfoy looked doubtful about life. He remembered that he had invited John to join Quidditch before, but John refused. He thought that 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 shut himself up. He winked at Goyle and Crabbe and asked them to give themselves and Astoria some time alone.

But the two of them seemed invisible. In the end, it was no longer possible. Malfoy kicked Goyle on the **** with his stubborn kick and cursed: "Don't you need to go back?"

"Daphne asked us to watch you," Goyle rubbed the area where he was kicked aggrievedly. "She said that if we dare to leave Astoria alone, she will let us become like you."

Malfoy: "..." I'm tired, let's destroy it.

As someone who had broken his neck in a fall, Malfoy lay in the hospital for a while.

Just before the Christmas holidays, he finally recovered.

The first thing Malfoy did when he came back was to settle the score with John.

"You can't fly, can't you?" Malfoy asked John to give an explanation, just like John did to him.

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

When Malfoy heard this, he thought about it carefully and felt very sad and angry. That was indeed the case.

"Okay, when you come back, I will resign." Patting Malfoy on the shoulder, John said easily, "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 principal who also holds private meetings, Slughorn really gives special treatment to outstanding students.

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

In the transfiguration class, we learned about human body deformation. This time we were asked to change the color of our eyebrows.

Unfortunately, Malfoy has no talent for transfiguration.

"Hello, John." Luna greeted John.

John subconsciously looked at her eyebrows, yes, they didn't change color.

After saying hello, Luna was about to leave.

John asked: "Are you going to a party?"

Luna could not see the distress and said: "I have agreed to Harry's invitation."

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

"Bye, John." Luna jumped away.

John turned his head and saw the incredible Malfoy. He wondered: "What's wrong?"

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

"She is an invitee." John glanced at him, "You can come in without an invitation."

Malfoy covered his heart with a look of disbelief.

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

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

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

eight pm.

John and Daphne went to the principal's office.

Slughorn still has some professional ethics and is not occupying public space.

Speaking of which, he and Daphne were together at the last banquet.

Daphne changed into a very beautiful silver dress, which made her skin whiter and her blond hair more beautiful.

Laughter, music, and conversation filled the office.

Walking inside, this office is much larger.

John could tell that he had used the Traceless Stretching Charm.

It was gorgeously decorated, with emerald green, crimson, and gold curtains hanging on the ceiling and walls. It looked like a large tent.

​Actually, it is.

Because John recognized that this was the magic tent of Silverhand products.

Putting a tent in the office, Slughorn is a man who knows how to adapt.