In the end, Harry still failed to fight Malfoy because he was pulled away by the team members.
The players who had not graduated yet were still frightened by the suspension last semester.
Most importantly, they clearly remembered that Harry could not defeat Malfoy.
"Right, that is it."
Malfoy's mouth was never idle for a moment, and he used his true nature to its fullest.
"Baby Potter goes back to his godfather's arms."
He smiled so wickedly that the team members holding Harry unconsciously let go.
Fortunately, there were still mature people who shouted: "Do you want no Seeker?"
Hearing this, everyone increased their strength.
Harry was carried out like this.
When John arrived, he saw Harry being taken away like a piggy, his body still kicking stubbornly in the direction of Malfoy.
"What did you do?" John saw the other Gryffindors glaring at Malfoy angrily.
"Nothing, just let Potter go back to his godfather's arms." Malfoy shrugged, looking very needy, "After all, Harry Potter is still a good baby."
"Draco, promise me, you will remember to bring your wand when you go out."
John was really afraid that Malfoy would be shot when he went out. This kind of ridicule could always find the talent of the life gate, which was really amazing.
After sitting down, John asked: "Selection today?"
"Afternoon," Malfoy said unhappily, "Gryffindor took over the morning because there were so many of them."
John didn't find it strange at all.
After all, Harry's name brought more Gryffindor Quidditch supporters, and the students all wanted to get a closer look at the savior's style.
Cut the baguette into bite-sized pieces with a table knife, pick up a piece and put it in your mouth to eat.
Professor Flitwick was the only one on the faculty bench in the auditorium, but he was a little too small to see anyone.
Malfoy was a little curious about what John was doing recently, and he often didn't see John there.
"To do something simple," John said casually, "I need to repair Neville's weapon."
After the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, Neville finally awakened his sword master talent.
Marvolo's sword was damaged in that battle, and John prepared to forge a new weapon for him.
Malfoy had never thought about using a sword like John, but if he did that, he would not be strengthened, but would be weakened.
Had to give up the John style attack.
After finishing breakfast, John returned to the Star Club.
Glancing at the closed doorkeeper's office, John said to himself: "You really have carried out the Fool's plan to the end."
He walked into the Star Club and opened the weapons arsenal.
The weapons arsenal beneath the round table is a huge workshop.
John made a lot of equipment here and took out the broken Sword of Marvolo.
Although this imitation is considered to be sophisticated, it is still a few grades behind the real Sword of Gryffindor.
Thinking of the runes on his sword, John had a new idea.
Flames ignited in the weapons arsenal, and a red iron embryo gradually took shape under the beating.
John reached out and picked up the red-hot sword embryo. Under his skin, the temperature was only slightly warm.
"I give you the ability to cut off magic and coat you with a mithril shell."
"I give you the magic to summon fire, and merge it with the teeth of the fire dragon for you."
"I give you the faith to protect you, and I wrap you in the heart of oak."
Following John's ancient whisper, the sword embryo was wrapped in mithril and turned into a silver sword.
Strange patterns appeared on it, like a kind of incomprehensible writing.
Seeing this, John took out a box filled with powder from his small bag.
The powder inside flew onto the sword, causing the bright silver sword to gradually dim. m.
A black gold texture is transmitted from the sword.
This is a new type of material that has a similar effect to magic loop.
It was only through the ability of the magic stone to change matter that it was successfully produced.
The last step is completed.
The black-gold sword was quietly placed on the table, and the three marks on the sword radiated light.
John reached out and picked it up, feeling a heavy feeling on the sword.
After waving twice, John nodded with satisfaction.
The next step is to give it to Neville.
He was about to stuff it into his small bag, but John thought of something and stopped immediately.
"I almost forgot, this thing has the ability to cut off magic."
If you put it in a small bag, I'm afraid the bag will be punctured.
John made a scabbard for the sword out of cherry wood.
After stuffing it in, John walked out of the weapons arsenal with his sword in hand.
"Similar to the blessing method of a true name," John touched his chin thoughtfully, "This method can imprint abilities on weapons."
The premise is that you have enough knowledge of that magic, for example, John branded the sword with a fire spell, that's it.
...
Wait until noon.
John saw Malfoy sitting opposite him, gloating.
"You'd never guess, Gryffindor's test is so exciting."
It was definitely not a good thing to see Malfoy's expression. John didn't say anything, and he just started talking to himself.
"Their goalie changed, it was the guy on that train, McLaggen."
"Who?" John said unexpectedly, "Ron lost the election?"
"You didn't see that guy's face," Malfoy chuckled, "McLaggen saved five goals and Ron Weasley saved five goals. They played an extra game, but the guy's hands were nervous. Shake, a goal was scored."
Nervousness and lack of confidence have always been Ron's problems, which was evident last semester.
I just didn't expect that McLaggen, the guy who would bet on foxes, had similar skills to Ron.
In addition, he has a kind of mysterious confidence, and he defeated Ron in the selection that was watched by many people.
but……
How did Malfoy know so clearly?
John glanced at Malfoy and said with a half-smile, "Have you gone to see it?"
"No!" Malfoy immediately denied it, but couldn't stand John's see-through eyes and said unnaturally, "I'm just trying to find out information."
Sure enough, Potter and Malfoy are true love.
He pursed his lips and motioned for John to look over.
At the Gryffindor table, Ron was comforted by Harry.
Hermione looked guilty.
"What else happened?" One look at Hermione's look, and John knew it was not that simple.
Malfoy thought for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "I heard Blaise said that she seemed to have bumped into Granger accidentally. What was she saying at that time?"
Blaise?
John remembered what Blaise said about pursuing Ginny, and in fact he did so during this time.
If you give Ginny a gift, you can see it in the trash can. If you give Ginny flowers, you can also see it in the trash can.
Anyway, Ginny is indifferent.
Instead, he had a fight with Dean Thomas.
Forgot to mention, Dean is Ginny's current boyfriend.
Two people are in love.
Regarding pursuing a person who has a boyfriend, Brace said sternly: "There is no first come, first served love. The person who is not loved is the third party."
Maybe that's the secret of his mother's seven-time widowhood.
This time, I also went to watch the selection to woo Ginny and became the only Slytherin in the audience.
Why is it the only one?
Because Malfoy didn't know where the cat was.
John doesn't know.
Hermione was about to use the Confusion Curse, but was bumped by Blaise, interrupting the spell and allowing McLaggen to win.
John didn't know this, he squinted his eyes, but he was thinking about another thing in his mind.
"After Harry lost his identity as the savior, it seemed that the people around him were not so lucky."
...
There will be a Slytherin selection in the afternoon, which is not as lively as Gryffindor.
The Gryffindor selection in the morning was very lively. Houses other than Gryffindor went to watch, and there were even people from other houses who wanted to participate in the selection.
Compared to the 'righteous' Gryffindor, the 'evil' Slytherin is very deserted.
There were many people participating in the selection, and Malfoy was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
He had his hands on his hips and was full of bullishness.
Goyle and Crabbe were nearby, lecturing students who wanted to participate.
"Listen up, we are Slytherin, we don't want trash, we just want elites." As soon as he spoke, Malfoy was filled with hatred.
"What do you mean, you're calling me rubbish!" a seventh-grade Slytherin student said in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you," Malfoy said innocently, waving his hands repeatedly, "I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish."
At that moment, the fists of all Slytherins became hardened.
It really deserves a beating.
"Slytherin has only one goal, and that is to be the champion. Other than this, any ranking is an insult to us. Do you hear me clearly?"
Malfoy said solemnly: "We believe in the supremacy of strength. Only those with enough strength can stand on this green field. There is no need for timid cowards."
Among the people being lectured by him, a familiar figure mingled among them.
But Malfoy didn't seem to notice this and continued talking.
After he finished his lecture, Slytherin's selection officially began.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
