Hogwarts Gymnastics Professor

Chapter 97 The Bizarre Adventure of Draco Malfoy ([-])
After finishing the theoretical class, Draco Malfoy went to the field of the actual combat training class.

The coach here, Draco Malfoy, knew him, he had seen this man in the Ministry of Magic's live hearing, the Russian wizard, Sirius' associate - Demidovich Pavlovsky.

"It is necessary to learn the theory of struggle, but we must also remember that political power grows out of the stick of the magic wand! The weapon of theory cannot replace the theory with the magic wand!" This sentence immediately attracted Draco's interest.

"In order to win, we must learn various fighting skills, but in my opinion, fighting is not just about two wizards holding wands and shooting at each other. This fighting method is too old-fashioned and not practical."

Draco couldn't help but nodded after hearing Pavlovsky finish, he still remembered being knocked down by Neville Longbottom in a less wizard way.

"In the process of fighting, what we pursue is to defeat each other, not to defeat each other with magic spells, so I must emphasize to you that fighting in a Muggle way is not a shame, but a kind of wisdom."

When Draco heard this sentence, he suddenly realized that he had changed. A few days ago, he was still a second-generation ancestor who talked about the pride of pure blood every day. The rebellious remarks unexpectedly agreed involuntarily.

But Draco thought it was a good change, a change that would truly honor him.

Thinking of this, Draco began to watch Pavlovsky demonstrate his Pavlovsky-style fighting skills, use spells to mislead the enemy, and use his strong body to end the enemy.

Fisting to the flesh is the fighting style of a real man, and only a sissy uses magic spells. During the duel practice, Draco felt a rush of blood, and he couldn't help but think so.

After the training, Draco Malfoy returned to his bedroom in the manor. The one-night training made his body feel sore and backache, but his spirit was extremely excited.

After an hour's nap, Draco was woken up by a ball of water hitting his head, knowing that today's house-elf life was about to begin.

Unexpectedly, his father, Lucius Malfoy, brought him into the hall.

Everyone sat in a ball around the diary on the table, shouting "Long live the Hydra!" Draco, who had consciously understood the relationship between Voldemort and pure-blood wizards, just thought they were ridiculous.

"The dead are not dead, they will rise again, and the momentum will be stronger!" The diary on the table said the same words on the first day again. Draco thought that everything would go on as before, and he was about to go While serving the dishes to cook, I saw a person crawling in step by step from the door.

This man was disheveled and covered in blood. After seeing the people in the hall, he crawled to the bottom of Bellatrix's chair at a speed faster than ordinary people running.

The wizard hugged Bellatrix's thigh and looked up at everyone. Only then did Draco notice that this person was old Theodore Nott, his classmate Theodore Knott. Nott's father.

According to rumors, the old Theodore Nott was once a Death Eater. After Voldemort's downfall, he confessed the names of several people and bribed the relevant personnel, so he was acquitted.

Thinking of this, Draco Malfoy seemed to know his end.

"Bellatrix, forgive me, I was just a coward in a moment, in order to protect my own life, and even without me, other people would have said those names!"

Old Theodore Nott kept begging for mercy, and everyone looked at him except Bellatrix, who acted as if she didn't hear.

"Please, Bellatrix, for the sake of the Dark Lord, please give me a hand, please! Bellatrix!" Old Theodore Knott's words finally convinced Bellatrix. Latrix reacted slightly.

"For the sake of the Dark Lord? It seems that you already know a lot. Don't worry, the Dark Lord himself will treat you as a traitor like me. We will not kill you. We will only report to the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore has reported your illegal activities of studying various black arts over the years."

"Don't worry, Theodore Nott, we will tell your son that Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic killed his father, hahahahahaha."

After Bellatrix finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing wildly, then picked up her wand, and cast a Cruciatus Curse at old Theodore Nott.

Old Theodore Nott was trembling in pain, but he still couldn't help crying: "The Dark Lord has been resurrected, I don't believe he will treat his servants like this, I have done meritorious service for the Death Eaters, I have served the Black Lord The devil bleeds, let me go, I want to see the Dark Lord"

"You want to see the Dark Lord?" Voldemort's phantom suddenly emerged from the diary on the table, looking at the old Theodore Nott who was struggling on the ground with a mocking expression.

"Great Dark Lord, I will do anything for you!" Old Theodore Nott said to the phantom.

"No, you will just die!" Voldemort's response to him was very curt.

Old Theodore Nott suddenly stopped begging for mercy and let Bellatrix's Cruciatus curse him, knowing that his last hope was lost.

At last old Theodore Nott fainted, and Bellatrix bound him with the Binding Charm, and handed him to Borginbork in a small chest.

Afterwards, Voldemort's phantom turned its gaze to Draco Malfoy, which made him tremble. His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, almost knelt down and begged for mercy just like the old Theodore Nott just now. Thinking of Voldemort just said lightly:
"Work hard at Hogwarts, I wish you success, Draco, now go prepare breakfast."

Draco walked quickly to the kitchen and took a deep breath involuntarily. He carried a copy of "The New Wizard" with him. If Voldemort wanted to deal with him, he could only try to use the Portkey on the "New Wizard" to leave up.

Lockhart, who has been manipulating all this, also feels that Draco has made rapid progress. In just five or six days, he has changed from a rebellious boy to a calm person.

It seems that the education progress in the night school can be accelerated a little bit more, and it is trying to make Draco reach the standard of initially being able to enter the development target of the League after the Christmas holiday.

He can be used as a banner of propaganda facing all parties in the future, and the prodigal son will turn his head, from a luxurious and lustful young master of a pure-blood family to an indomitable revolutionary pacesetter.

Why even the purebloods themselves are against themselves?Will the red ghost let go of a pure-blood wizard who is willing to make progress?These questions can all be answered from Draco.

(End of this chapter)