Malfoy woke up at night, and his injuries had healed.

After getting up, he jumped up and down, and hurriedly checked whether his fire crossbow arrow had been broken.

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

"Monty, let's continue." As Malfoy finished speaking, he saw that it didn't seem to be a Quidditch pitch.

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

"John," Malfoy said as he slumped to his feet, and when he found that his injuries were healed, "then I'll go first, John,"

He was about to go out when a humanoid target next to him slammed in.

Caught off guard, Malfoy was sent flying out and rolled into a ring.

He saw two humanoid targets standing at the door, looking like door gods and not letting them out.

Malfoy: "??? ”

Unclear, Malfoy looked at John and asked tentatively, "John?" ”

John's book closed and placed it casually on the table.

Looking up at the dazed Malfoy, John chuckled, "You seem to be eager to test your strength." ”

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

John said to himself, "In that case, I'll reluctantly test it." ”

Gracefully getting up and walking to the dueling ring, John stood still and said casually, "I hope you haven't forgotten what the dueling club taught." ”

Before Malfoy could react, John's wand was pointed at him.

A tremendous pressure forced Malfoy to bend down and salute.

John Shi Shi gave a salute.

"Show me your strength, Draco."

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

Malfoy was holding back his anger from being forced to bend over.

Seeing this, Malfoy went straight to the action.

One spell after another shot at John, who held his wand in his left hand and fended them all at will.

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

"There are many obstacles"

Malfoy reacted quickly and stopped John from swinging.

Two red rays of light shot out to knock the big dog back, and he also had some real fire, and ran towards John to attack.

John walked towards Malfoy as well, fending off the attack with ease as he went.

With a wave of his hand, Malfoy's body seemed to have tripped over something, and the whole person fell in front of him.

With his other hand, he rolled on the ground with one hand, adjusting his posture and shooting the spell at John.

The spell was pounced on by the big dog that John conjured.

The distance between the two men quickly narrowed, and soon they were less than three steps.

Malfoy's eyes flashed with fierceness, and his wand shot a spell before stepping forward.

With his left hand, he swung his fist at John's cheek, and John's head ducked, catching the fist with his left hand and catching the falling wand with the other hand, and drawing Malfoy's wand at himself.

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

But he didn't give up, continued to attack, and his fist kept swinging towards John, and was hit by one of John's knees, and the whole person bent down like a boiled shrimp.

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

Before he could react, the back of Malfoy's head was firmly held by John's left hand, preventing him from hitting the ground.

The words of thanks didn't have time to be spoken.

A fist enlarged in front of his eyes, and Malfoy's nose ached, followed by a nosebleed.

As if he hadn't seen it, John slammed his fist into the face.

Malfoy struggled from the beginning to be beaten half to death in the back.

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

After lying down for a while.

"I'm weak, right?" Malfoy's whirring gasp was interspersed.

John took Garens from his handbag and held them in his hand, and as Garens disappeared little by little, Malfoy's face began to recover.

Malfoy said to himself, "If I were stronger, I would have been able to help you." ”

"I know, it's not just you, it's Cedric, you're 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, she didn't let me go downstairs, I don't know what you told her, but you won't hurt me."

There was a low and frustrated tone in his voice, "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," Malfoy struggled to get up, "I want to help, I'm a member of the Stars Society." ”

John knew, knew why Malfoy was training like that, why he was in such a hurry to show himself.

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

Malfoy wasn't the stinky kid he used to be who only yelled at his dad, he grew up.

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

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

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

"I'm a warrior, I can charge too!"

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

Malfoy roared, shouting out the emotions he had been hiding behind the mask for so long.

John listened to the sound and quieted down, got up and wiped the blood from his hands with a towel.

Just as the flame in Malfoy's eyes was extinguished, John's voice rang out.

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

Malfoy jerked his head up and looked at John with hope and hesitation in his eyes, "Then can I be part of your plan?" ”

John reluctantly said, "I didn't leave you out. ”

"Then you're beating me?" Malfoy was overwhelmed by surprise, but he couldn't help but grin at the wound on his face.

John said disdainfully, "Look at you learning from those Gryffindor guys, I can't help but have itchy hands." ”

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

Malfoy: "......" He suddenly felt particularly ashamed of what he had just said.

As everyone knows, John looked at his speech just now, and he had the same feeling as he was looking at Harry.

Sure enough, there are husband and wife.

...

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

November at Hogwarts arrives, and the chill hits every young wizard's collar.

The cold wind cut bare skin like a knife, and Slytherin's green scarf wrapped around his neck.

Between the mountains and forests, it is covered with a white snow cap.

The Quidditch match came as scheduled.

In the auditorium, the players of both sides met and interacted with each other in a 'friendly' manner, and wiped honey on each other's mouths.

John watched as Luna wrestled with a green serpentine scarf and a lion's head.

She's thinking about which team she's going to cheer for.

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

After struggling for a while, the scimitar-horned snoring beast in her pocket escaped.

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

"Drank it." John placed the scimitar-horned snorer next to the bowl.

The scimitar-horned snorer looked at John, and then at the purple thing.

Rejection was written all over his face, but John smiled, "I threw you away without drinking." ”

The scimitar-horned snorkel hurriedly plunged headlong into the purple liquid, which visibly diminished to the naked eye.

Soon, all the bowls were in the belly of the scimitar-horned snoring beast.

John raised an eyebrow and watched as the scimitar snored drunkenly took two steps before slamming his head on the table.

"What's wrong with it?" Malfoy was beaten up by John the last time he was taken out.

Sure enough, individual heroism can't help it, they are Slytherins, not Gryffindors.

Forced to rest on the last day, Malfoy is in great form.

John screamed when he saw Malfoy poke the scimitar-horned snorer with his hand, and said casually, "I guess it's a drunk." ”

"What's that?" Malfoy looked skeptical.

He'd heard of drunkenness, but not of drunkenness.

It couldn't have been made up by John, right?

John took the scimitar-horned snorer to Luna, and seeing that she hadn't made a choice, he chuckled, "If you're for a friend, you can choose Gryffindor, and if you want to win, you want Slytherin." ”

Luna nodded, then chose the lion's head.

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

John: "......" knew he wouldn't have said that.

He's regretting it.

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

The ethereal voice said, "It's also for friends." ”

John's heart warmed, and he smiled and put the scimitar snorkel down.

...

Some people died, but not completely......