I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In the end, Harry still didn't make it with Malfoy, because he was pulled away by the team.

The suspension last semester made the players who have not yet graduated feel lingering fear.

Most importantly, they clearly remembered that Harry couldn't beat Malfoy.

"Right, that is it."

Malfoy's mouth was never idle for a moment, and he used his nature to the extreme.

"Baby Potter is back in Godfather's arms."

He smiled so viciously that the team members holding Harry unconsciously let go of their hands.

Fortunately, there are still mature people who shouted: "Do you want no Seeker?"

Hearing this, everyone stepped up their efforts.

Harry was dragged out just like that.

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.

"It's nothing, just let Potter go back to his godfather's arms." Malfoy shrugged, looking very embarrassed, "Harry Potter is still a good baby after all."

"Draco, promise me, remember to take your wand with you when you go out."

John was really afraid that Malfoy would be shot black when he went out. This kind of talent for taunting can always find the door of life is really amazing.

After sitting down, John asked, "Today's selection?"

"Afternoon," Malfoy said unhappily, "was taken by Gryffindor in the morning on the grounds that there were too many of them."

John wasn't surprised at all.

After all, Harry's name has led to more Gryffindor Quidditch supporters, and the students all want to get a close look at the savior's demeanor.

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 staff in the auditorium, but he was too small to see anyone.

Malfoy was a little curious about what John was doing recently, and he often didn't see John appearing.

"Do something simple," John said casually, "I need to repair Neville's weapon."

After the First World War at the Ministry of Magic, Neville had fully awakened his sword master talent.

Marvolo's sword was broken in that battle, and John was going to forge a new one for him.

It's not that Malfoy didn't think about using a sword like John did, but instead of strengthening it, it would weaken it.

I had to give up John's attack.

After finishing breakfast, John returned to the Star Club.

Glancing at the administrator's office at the closed gate, John thought to himself, "It really has carried out the fool's scheme to the end."

He walked into the Star Club and opened the arsenal.

The armory under 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 can be said to be excellent, it is still several grades worse than the real sword of Gryffindor.

Thinking of the rune on his sword, John had a new idea.

Flames ignited in the arsenal, and a piece of red iron embryo was gradually formed under the beating.

John reached out to pick 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 mithril."

"I bestow upon you the magic of summoning flames, and melt into the teeth of dragons for you."

"I give you the faith to guard your back, and wrap you with the heart of oak."

Following John's ancient whispers, the sword embryo was wrapped in mithril and turned into a silver shining sword.

A strange pattern appeared on it, like a kind of incomprehensible text.

Seeing this, John took out a box full of powder from his small bag.

The powder inside flew onto the sword, gradually dimming the bright silver sword.

A black gold texture is transmitted from the sword body.

This is a new type of material that has a similar effect to magic loops.

It was successfully produced through the material-changing ability of the Philosopher's Stone.

The last step is done.

The black-golden sword was quietly placed on the table, and the three marks on the sword emitted light.

John reached out to pick it up, and there was a heavy feeling on the blade.

After waving twice, John nodded in satisfaction.

The next step is to give it to Neville.

I was about to stuff it into the small bag, but John thought of something and stopped immediately.

"Almost forgot, this thing has the ability to cut off magic."

Put it in a small bag, I'm afraid it will pierce the small bag.

John made the scabbard for this sword out of cherry wood.

After stuffing it in, John walked out of the armory with the sword in hand.

"Similar to the blessing method of the real name," John stroked his chin thoughtfully, "this method can imprint the ability on the weapon."

The premise is to understand that magic enough, for example, John branded the sword with a fire spell, that's it.

...

Wait until noon.

John saw Malfoy sitting across from him gloating.

"You would never have imagined that Gryffindor's test was really exciting."

Looking at Malfoy's expression, it was definitely not a good thing, and John didn't talk to him, and he started talking to himself.

"They've got a keeper change, the guy from that train, McLaggen."

"Who?" John asked unexpectedly, "Ron lost the election?"

"You didn't see that guy's face," Malfoy chuckled, "McLaggen saved five goals, Ron Weasley saved five goals, they played an extra game, and the guy's nervous hand Shaking, a goal was scored."

Nervousness and lack of self-confidence have always been Ron's problems, which can be seen in the last semester.

I just didn't expect that McLaggen, the guy who would bet on the vixen, had similar skills to Ron.

In addition, he has a kind of self-confidence, and he won Ron in the selection where many people watched.

but……

How did Malfoy know so well?

John squinted at Malfoy, and said with a half-smile, "Have you gone to see it?"

"No!" Malfoy immediately denied, but couldn't hold back John's see-through eyes, and said unnaturally, "I'm just looking for news."

Sure enough, Potter and Malfoy are true love.

He pouted and motioned John to look over.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron was comforted by Harry.

Hermione looked guilty there.

"What else happened?" Seeing Hermione's appearance, John knew it was not that simple.

Malfoy thought for a while, clapped his hands and said, "I heard Blaise said that she seemed to bump into Granger by accident, what was she saying at that time?"

Blaise?

John remembered Blaise's talk of chasing Ginny, which he had actually done during this time.

You can see it in the trash can if you give Ginny a gift, and you can see it in the trash can if you give Ginny a flower.

Anyway, Ginny doesn't like oil and salt.

There was a fight with Dean Thomas instead.

Forgot to mention, Dean is Ginny's current boyfriend.

Two people are in love.

Regarding the pursuit of a man who has a boyfriend, Brace said righteously: "Love does not come first, first come first, and the third party is the one who is not loved."

Perhaps this is the secret of his mother being a widow seven times.

This time, he went to watch the selection to pursue Ginny, and became the only Slytherin in the audience.

Why is it the only one?

Because Malfoy didn't know where the cat was either.

John doesn't know.

Originally, Hermione was going to use the Confusion Charm, but she 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.

"After Harry lost his savior status, it seems that people around him are not so lucky."

...

In the afternoon there will be a selection for Slytherin, which is not as lively as Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor selection in the morning was very lively. Not all Gryffindor houses went to watch, and even people from other houses mixed in and wanted to participate in the selection.

Compared with the 'just' Gryffindor, the 'evil' Slytherin is very deserted.

There were quite a few people participating in the selection, and Malfoy was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

He had his hands on his hips, full of bullshit.

Goyle and Crabbe were nearby, lecturing students who wanted to participate.

"Listen well, we are Slytherins, we don't want trash, we only want elites." As soon as Malfoy opened his mouth, he was full of hatred.

"What do you mean, you call me rubbish!" a seventh-year Slytherin objected.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you," Malfoy waved his hands again and again, and said innocently, "I mean everyone here is rubbish."

At that moment, all the Slytherin's fists were hardened.

Really owed a beating.

"Slytherin has only one goal, and that is the championship. Apart from this, any ranking is an insult to us, understand?"

Malfoy said in a concentrated voice: "We believe in the supremacy of strength. Only those with sufficient strength can stand on this green field, and there is no need for timid cowards."

Among the crowd being lectured by him, a familiar figure was among them.

It's just that Malfoy didn't seem to notice this, and continued talking.

After he finished his lecture, the selection of Slytherin officially began.

...