It seems that the truth has been revealed, but it has become another unspeakable secret. Several people's hearts were heavy, and they were a little out of breath.

Except for Cyrus.

He returned to the Slytherin common room, intending to find a moment to continue planning the attack.

I remember that the fourth and fifth attacks took place almost simultaneously, and it was because of these two attacks that the school was close to closing. Sellers thought.

Now is not the time to close the school, it has to be done gradually, so that they think that the situation is not too serious and that it is better to let Dumbledore leave the school without any problems. At that point, it's much more convenient.

"Still have to contact Lucius more."

Sellers muttered to himself and sat alone on the couch in the common room, his legs crossed.

After a while, a tall and stout man approached, looking like a huge green orangutan from a distance.

"Malfoy—" Marcus Flint frowned, "why are you still here?" Hurry up and train Quidditch! If we win the game against Ravenclaw, then we still have to fight. ”

Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in Quidditch last semester, and they dominated the game with state-of-the-art brooms. However, Malfoy patronized and taunted Harry, forgetting that he was still playing, and missed the opportunity to get the Golden Snitch first.

After that time, Marcus Flint was unhappy with Malfoy. But who made Malfoy's dad a school trustee, and that the Slytherin broom was donated by his family? Even if you are dissatisfied, you can only endure it.

According to the schedule, each college actually has to play a match with the other three colleges, and whether or not they can win the championship is actually calculated according to the score scored at the time of the game. They have now lost one game, and if they outrun their opponent by 300 points against Ravenclaw, they still have a chance to reach the final.

In fact, they have a big chance of winning, and the gap between the brooms is very difficult to close.

The problem was that since losing to Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy seemed to have lost interest in Quidditch. I'm still training, but I'm not involved at all.

Even the most important Seeker on the team has this attitude, and the other players are inevitably starting to slack off. With such an attitude, it's really hard to win!

Therefore, when Marcus saw that Malfoy was doing nothing, he immediately angrily held him accountable.

"Malfoy! I made an exception for you to be a Seeker, not to lose! He strode up to Cyrus, his angry face like a twisted gorilla, "Because of you, our team's Seekers are a lot worse than the other teams!" And we can't pull away more than one hundred and fifty other teams before the Golden Snitch appears, understand? ”

"If you still have this attitude! I'm going to kick you out of the ranks! The more Marcus spoke, the more agitated he became, and finally he even reached out and poked his finger hard in Cyrus's chest.

This annoyed Cyrus.

"Smack!"

Cyrus coldly slapped Marcus' hand away.

"Don't point fingers at me, Marcus Flint. Or do you want to be hung on the ceiling by me? ”

Not to mention that he doesn't like to be criticized by others, Draco, the owner of this body, is still his "bosom friend"! How can you be so bullied?

"How dare you humiliate me?!" Marcus's orangutan face immediately flushed.

He felt humiliated, and since the events at the fight club, everyone knew that he was literally hung up and beaten by a first-year freshman, and he received a lot of ridicule for it.

Of course, for these ridicules, he naturally directly used brute force to shut up those people!

But now, a tiny Draco Malfoy would dare to uncover his wounds and sprinkle salt?

What about the Malfoys?

Who's not twenty-eight purebloods anymore?

"Looks like I'm going to teach you a lesson, Malfoy!" He drew his wand menacingly, and said menacingly, "How about covering your face with pockmarks and making your teeth longer than that Gryffindor mudblood?" ”

Hearing this, Cyrus, who was still a little angry, suddenly laughed.

These evil Slytherin little badgers turned out to be nothing more than that, and the most vicious way to think of it was actually just to make people pockmarked a little, which was really funny enough.

You know, Cyrus was going to hang Marcus first, then take off his pants and stuff his head into the toilet.

"Then do as you say."

"What-"

"Except for your weapons!" Cyrus didn't even draw his wand, and directly shot out a crimson light with his bare hand, knocking down Marcus's wand.

He took it casually and held the other's wand in his hand.

The wand is made of blackthorn wood, and the core doesn't quite look like unicorn hair. Cyrus flicked it slightly, feeling much easier to use than Draco's awkward wand. He believed that the rod core might be the dragon's heartstrings or the nerves of the dragon.

And so—

"Incisors Stick!"

A vicious spell struck Marcus at once, and then his two front teeth began to grow wildly, turning a good orangutan face into a rabbit face. It's a pity that he doesn't look as cute as a rabbit.

Marcus was surrounded by the pain of teething, and the bulging teeth stretched his mouth open, making him unable to speak a word. Only whimpering.

In the common room, others had already noticed the scene, and they looked panicked and rushed out to find Snape.

Sellers turned a blind eye to this, and he did not take such a skirmish to heart from the beginning.

Instead, he unleashed a spell on Marcus once again, mercilessly.

At this moment, his face was like a blooming starry sky, covered with dense black spots.

Marcus rolled on the floor in pain.

"I hope you can learn a lesson and treat me with respect next time." Cyrus never looked at Marcus again, finding a comfortable position to sit down on the couch.

"Also, I won't be in Quidditch training, but I'll come over when the game comes."

It was not necessary to participate in Quidditch training, and the Quidditch tournament this semester would be cancelled because of him, but he planned to participate in it. Although he had no interest in Quidditch, wouldn't Draco be kicked out of the team if he didn't participate?

He didn't want to upset his "bosom friend".

It wasn't long before Snape arrived with a gloomy face.

As soon as he entered, he saw Marcus Flint rolling on the ground, and the other little wizards all circled around the culprit sitting on the couch in horror.

Marcus Flint again?

First hung from the ceiling by a first-year freshman, and now rolled on the floor by Malfoy.

But Snape was well aware that although Marcus was not doing well, it was not true to say that he was a piece of shit.

Ginny Weasley was able to win him because she had a "problem". But how could Draco Malfoy beat the other side like this?

He knew how much Draco Malfoy was capable of, and Snape had taken great care of this kid since he entered Hogwarts. In order to repay the kindness of being helped by Lucius back then.

Therefore, Draco knew better than anyone how many pounds and taels he had.

At best, it's the same level as Pote, or even a little worse, and can actually beat Flint?

He glanced down at the embarrassed Marcus, and after finding that the other party was fine, he immediately called two classmates to take him to the school doctor's office. Then he turned to question Cyrus.

"What the hell is going on, Malfoy?"

"Nothing?" Sellers spread his hands and looked Snape in the eye, "I was sitting on the couch this morning, and then Flint came over and asked me to go to training, and I told him not to point a finger at me, and he threatened me to make my face pockmarked and my teeth the size of Miss Granger.

"He was the one who threatened me first, Professor! That's why I hit him back in the same way. Use the 'Remove Your Weapon' you taught us last time in the Dueling Club. ”

"You've learned?" Snape's tone was a rare surprise to him. He had only shown the disarming spell once, but he didn't expect anyone to actually learn it.

Sellers nodded. He didn't boast that he could cast spells without a wand.

"Next time there's something like this, come to me directly!" He apparently already knew that Cyrus wasn't lying, "I promised your dad to take care of you, but, don't get me in trouble." ”

Hearing this, Cyrus immediately nodded obediently.