The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Every time John punched, the surrounding Slytherins would tremble.

It was as if John's fist not only hit Marcus Flint's face, but also hit the hearts of everyone present.

Marcus Flint was speechless at this time.

He could only close his eyes and tilt his head, while holding his arms in front of his face, trying to reduce John's harm to him in this way.

However, this didn't do much.

With the blessing of magic power, John's fist was too heavy.

With that punch, the damage to Marcus Flint's face did not diminish much, but his arms could no longer support him.

"what--"

Senior Taylor finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran out of the Slytherin common room screaming.

The other Slytherins were also awakened by the scream and suddenly became panicked.

Draco looked at John blankly.

He was originally a little resentful towards John.

Thinking that he just said mudblood casually, John actually pinched the back of his neck and even complained to Professor Snape.

The most terrible thing is that John actually encouraged Professor Snape to punish him to read the red slogan on the wall!

That thing has now become a famous attraction at Hogwarts.

There will definitely be many people visiting every day.

This is equivalent to saying that he has to be a cleaner and wash the walls in front of so many people!

Draco could even imagine the laughter of Pott and Weasley at that time!

He can't stand this humiliation!

But now, when he actually witnessed the scene of John beating Marcus Flint, the resentment in Draco's heart dissipated instantly.

'It turns out that this is what happens when you say mudblood to John's face. '

Draco thought silently in his mind.

With Marcus Flint as a comparison, Draco felt that he was so happy!

At this moment, he even had the urge to step forward, hug and thank John.

After all, John was really kind to him. I believe that if John hadn't looked at their past friendship, he would have been pushed to the ground and beaten like Marcus Flint.

Unlike Draco, who was moved and excited, the other Slytherins present were almost scared to death.

Although Slytherins like to fight among themselves, under Snape's control, truly high-intensity fights have not occurred for many years.

What's more, what John is doing now can no longer be described as a 'high-intensity fight'.

Seeing that the two arms Marcus Flint used to block were getting weaker and weaker, many people even thought that he had been beaten to death by John.

"Stop me!"

Finally, Snape's roar rang out from the Slytherin common room.

Coming in at the same time as him was the panting senior Taylor.

Obviously, Senior Sister Taylor just went to report the news.

Snape walked quickly, rushed into the crowd with the savior-like eyes of the surrounding Slytherins, and pushed John away.

John didn't resist, and just watched quietly as Snape crouched down and checked Marcus Flint's injury.

At this time, Marcus Flint had fallen into a coma.

His entire face was too bloody to be seen, and his arms were limp.

This sent Snape into a rage.

He stood up suddenly and looked at John, the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

But before he could really speak, John was the first to reach out his hand and said:

"Give me the demulcent!"

Snape was obviously stunned upon hearing this.

He first looked at John's expression carefully, and then took out a bottle of magic potion from the seamless stretch bag on his waist.

It wasn't until he drank the entire bottle of potion that the blood in John's eyes finally dissipated and his whole body became calm.

"Is the situation getting worse again?"

Snape said grimly.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape." John gasped, "I can't control myself, and I don't know how to explain it to you."

On the way here, Snape had already listened to Senior Taylor explain the origin of the whole incident.

So after hearing what John said, he naturally thought that John was aroused by Marcus Flint's words and lost control.

This is quite normal for John, a patient who already has mental illness and has a tendency to get worse.

"I warned you on the first day you joined Slytherin! You are not allowed to use force against people in the same house! But now, it seems that you did not take my words to heart!"

Snape said coldly, "Starting from tomorrow, you must come to the Potions office every weekend to accept the punishment of confinement! This will last until the end of this semester!"

John nodded and did not refute.

This punishment is almost non-existent to him.

The reason why Snape said this was purely to maintain the existing rules and make everyone look better.

"As for Flint," a trace of disgust flashed in Snape's eyes, "take him to the campus hospital for treatment first. After his injury is healed, let him clean the prize display room. Twice a week for a month."

The Slytherins present were relieved when they heard this.

Snape's trick of "playing fifty boards each" was actually seen by many people present.

But everyone also thinks that this result is already very good.

The two senior Slytherins immediately sent Marcus Flint to the school hospital.

At this time, Senior Sister Taylor seemed to have thought of something, and said with an ugly face:

"Dean, Marcus Flint is the captain of our Quidditch team. We will soon have a game with Gryffindor. If he is missing..."

As soon as these words came out, many Slytherins present lowered their heads.

The Quidditch Cup is the second most important game after the Academy Cup.

Because it not only represents honor.

And the house that wins the Quidditch Cup gets extra points.

Without the captain now, Slytherin might lose this year.

Snape said calmly:

"The question is simple. Wouldn't it be enough to let John join the Quidditch team and replace him?"

As soon as this statement came out, it was tantamount to dropping a bomb.

The entire Slytherin common room exploded in an instant.

Everyone was talking a lot, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Even John frowned and said:

"I'm not interested in Quidditch at all!"

"This has nothing to do with me!"

Snape looked at John with a sneer, "Since you injured the captain of our Quidditch team, you have to solve this matter!

It's reasonable, isn't it?

And I tell you clearly, I want this year’s Academy Cup.I want this year’s Quidditch Cup too!

If you can't get it, I'll settle the ledger with you!

Don’t forget, I haven’t punished you for your night outing before! "

John's face suddenly darkened.

If Snape sincerely wanted to embarrass him, his life would definitely not be easy.

The other Slytherins also wore masks of pain.

They didn't understand why Snape insisted on letting John, a man who had never touched Quidditch, join the team.

Obviously there are several substitutes available in the team.

In the entire Slytherin common room, Draco was the only one who was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He jumped up excitedly the moment Snape announced this decision.

"Great! John! We can go deal with Poit together again!"