I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

It was night when Malfoy awoke, healed of his original wounds.

After getting up, he was alive and kicking, and hurriedly checked whether his Firebolt was broken.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Firebolt lying safely beside him.

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

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

"John," Malfoy got up in a hurry, and when he found that his injury was healed, he said with a haha, "then I'll go first, John,"

He was about to go out when a humanoid target next to him attacked violently.

Malfoy was caught off guard and was sent flying and rolled onto a ring.

He saw two human-shaped targets standing at the door, and refused to let them out like a door god.

Malfoy: "???"

Not sure about 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 dazed Malfoy, John chuckled and said, "You seem to be impatient to prove your strength."

"Huh?" Malfoy said blankly, "I haven't."

John said to himself, "If that's the case, I'll take the trouble to test it."

Standing up gracefully and walking towards the dueling ring, John said casually, "I hope you haven't forgotten what the dueling club taught you."

Before Malfoy could react, John pointed his wand at him.

A great pressure forced Malfoy to bend down in salute.

John shyly saluted.

"Show me your strength, Draco."

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

Malfoy was suffocating because he was forced to bend down just now.

Seeing this, Malfoy started directly.

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

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

"impedimento"

Malfoy reacted quickly, stopping John from flailing.

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

John also walked towards Malfoy, blocking the attack with ease as he walked.

With a wave of his hand, Malfoy seemed to be caught by something, and he fell forward.

With the other hand, he rolled over on the ground with one hand, adjusted his posture and shot the spell at John.

The spell was hit by the big dog that John conjured up.

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

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

The left hand clenched a fist and swung it towards John's cheek. John dodged his head, and also caught the fist with his left hand. With the other hand, he caught the falling wand and drew Malfoy to aim at his wand.

Malfoy's wrist hurt, the burning pain was like being whipped, and the wand flew out.

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

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

Before he could react in time, the back of Malfoy's head was held firmly by John's left hand to avoid hitting the ground.

I didn't have time to say thank you.

A fist magnified in front of his eyes, and Malfoy's nose hurt, followed by nosebleeds.

John didn't seem to see it, and his fist hit the face one after another.

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

John gently put Malfoy's head down, then sat beside him, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it better?"

After lying down for a while.

"I'm weak, right?" Malfoy's wheezing sound was mixed in.

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

Malfoy said to himself, "If I'm stronger, I can help you."

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

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

"When my mother came back that day, I was not allowed to go downstairs. I don't know what you said to her, but you won't hurt me."

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

"I don't want to just accept help, John." The injury on his face has healed a lot, and his face is still bruised. Malfoy struggled to get up, "I want to contribute, I'm a member of the Star Club."

John knew, knew why Malfoy was training like that, why he was so eager to express himself.

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

Malfoy wasn't the stinking kid he used to be who just yelled to tell Dad, he'd grown up.

He wants to prove himself that he is no better than the savior Harry Potter, and he wants to let others 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 growled, "I'm not a coward, John!"

"I'm a warrior, and I can also charge!"

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

Malfoy roared, shouting out the emotions he had hidden under the mask for a while.

John heard the voice gradually quiet down, got up and wiped the blood on his hands with a towel.

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

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

Malfoy raised his head abruptly, looking 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 beat me?" Malfoy was overwhelmed with surprise, but he couldn't help grinning because of the wound on his face.

John said contemptuously: "Seeing you imitate those guys from Gryffindor, I can't help itching."

"Who told you to bring Gryffindor heroism to Slytherin."

Malfoy: "..." He suddenly felt extraordinarily ashamed for his speech just now.

As everyone knows, just now John looked at his posture when he spoke, as if he was looking at Harry.

Sure enough, there is a couple.

...

October is over in a hurry, in rain and sweat.

Hogwarts is coming in November, and the chill invades the collar of every little wizard.

The cold wind cut like a knife on bare skin, and the green Slytherin scarf was wrapped around his neck.

Between the mountains and forests, covered with a layer of white snow cap.

The Quidditch match came as scheduled.

In the auditorium, contestants from both sides met and interacted in a 'friendly' way, and smeared each other with honey.

John watched as Luna wrestled with a green snake-like scarf and lion's head.

She was thinking about which team to cheer for.

Thinking of her friends Harry and Ron being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, she thought of John as a Slytherin.

After struggling for a while, all the horned snoring beasts in her pocket ran out.

John saw the horned snoring beast in his palm, raised his hand to caress the empty bowl, and a bowl of purple liquid appeared on it.

"Drink it." John put the Snork next to the bowl.

The Crooked Snork looked at John, then at the purple thing.

Rejection was written all over his face, but John kept smiling, "If you don't drink, I'll throw you away."

The horned snoring beast hastily plunged headlong into the purple liquid, and the liquid in it decreased visibly with the naked eye.

Soon, all the bowls entered the horned snoring beast's stomach.

John raised his eyebrows, watching the horned snoring beast take two steps drunk, and then hit its head on the table.

"What's wrong with it?" Malfoy was completely sober after being taken out by John and beaten severely last time.

Sure enough, personal heroism is not allowed, they are Slytherins, not Gryffindors.

He was forced to rest on the last day, and Malfoy is in very good condition now.

John saw Malfoy poking the horned snoring beast accidentally touching the sharp horn and screaming, casually said, "It must be a drunkard."

"What?" Malfoy asked suspiciously.

He had heard of drunkenness, but not drunkenness.

Could it be that John made it up at will?

John took the horned snoring beast to Luna, seeing that she hadn't chosen yet, he chuckled lightly: "If you want to be friends, you can choose Gryffindor, if you want to win, you need Slytherin. "

Luna nodded, then chose Lionhead.

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

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

He is regretting it.

I saw Luna wearing the snake that looked like it was going to strangle people around her neck.

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

John's heart warmed, and he smiled and put the horned snoring beast down.

...