I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Where smart people can't find it, that's where smart people don't go.

"Where do smart people not go?"

John touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Ravenclaw is a person who pursues wisdom, so what made her put aside her wisdom?"

Or to put it another way, what is worth the proud eagle giving up to pursue wisdom?

Ravenclaw spent her life in pursuit of wisdom, like the diadem she left behind.

Such a person is hard to believe that she will fall in love enough to give up on wisdom.

"Gidero, you did me a favor." John leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table intentionally or unintentionally.

If it hadn't been for Lockhart who wanted to change his style and write a novel about love in romantic Paris, I am afraid that John would not have thought of this.

It's a pity that thinking about it is one thing, but implementing it is another.

First off, John is not in love.

Second, where would he find such a person?

"A wise man never falls in love."

The condition seemed fraught with difficulty to John.

Walking out the door, in the common room, his gaze swept over Daphne who was sitting on the sofa.

Daphne was staring viciously at the large window in the Slytherin common room, or rather, who was standing there.

"Ato, let's go to Black Lake another day," Malfoy said with a big wave of his hand, "I'll build a boat, we can go boating on it."

Astoria blinked and smiled sweetly: "Okay, thank you, Draco."

Malfoy raised his head proudly.

Glancing secretly at the distance between himself and Astoria, his sinful right hand lurked towards Astoria.

touched.

That's Astoria's dress.

Through a layer of clothes, Malfoy was excited.

With a little force on his right hand, the loose school robe was pressed against Astoria's skin, outlining the shape of that slender waist.

Malfoy's brain was running fast at this moment, and his breathing became short of breath.

Astoria didn't resist, but leaned towards Malfoy.

"It's close, it's close!"

Malfoy seemed to be able to smell the pear blossom scent on Astoria's body, and his heart was beating fast.

His eyes fell on Astoria's pink lips, and he thought of the kiss in the classroom last year.

The soft touch is softer and sweeter than cotton candy.

"Ato."

Malfoy's voice was low, and he looked at Astoria affectionately.

Their eyes met Tiantian's blue eyes, and the two looked at each other.

gradually approach.

"Ah, man!" Daphne covered the table with the parchment in her hand.

She couldn't take it anymore, overturned the table that was in the way, drew out her wand and killed Malfoy.

"Fuchsia! (levicorpus)"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy! (furnunculus)"

"Grin Hula La! (rictusempra)"

"Tarantollegra! (tarantollegra)"

"Incisor contest! (densaugeo)"

"..."

Curses hit Malfoy one after another.

The Slytherin students were stunned, one by one rushed to stop Daphne who continued to cast spells.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"Sane, stay sane!"

"Even Draco would die, Daphne!"

Girls are in charge of La Daphne, and boys are in charge of being the human wall.

Malfoy was hanging in mid-air with scabies on his face, but he couldn't stop laughing, his legs were still dancing wildly, and rabbit-like front teeth grew out of his laughing mouth.

In the end, it was John who rescued him.

Malfoy was angry, "I'm only 17 years old, I just want to kiss, what's wrong with me!"

John looked at him silently, and silently took a step aside.

Daphne, who was finally stopped behind him, immediately pulled out her wand when she saw this, and Malfoy was so frightened that he immediately pulled John back.

"You said you don't know how to keep a low profile. There are some things that you can't do secretly when you're dating." Blaise couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "Everyone knows that Daphne doesn't like this."

There is a mentality called if I can't get it, I can't let others get it.

Who in the whole Slytherin doesn't know who Daphne likes?

He was unrequitedly in love with himself, but you were shameless and made love with his sister face to face.

Daphne, who had been exposed to the rain, hated Malfoy the most, and had to tear off his umbrella.

Malfoy was unhappy when he heard it, and shouted: "You trash who hasn't been chasing Weasley for a year, of course you don't know that blatant love is the best!"

Blaise held his heart and backed away again and again, his fists hardened.

md, I really want to kill him.

"You, you bastard, I'll speak for you again, you'd better let Daphne beat you to death!"

After all, Blaise regarded death as home, locked Malfoy from behind, and shouted: "Daphne, shoot me!"

A red light sent the two of them flying together.

The Slytherin common room is a mess.

...

John finally chose to take Malfoy out for a walk.

Continuing to stay, he suspected that Malfoy was not only attacked by Daphne, but that everyone in Slytherin would join the fight.

Malfoy was still thinking about it.

"Obviously, A Tuo and I are in a normal relationship, but she is just jealous. Who told her to..." At this point, he stopped.

John glanced at Malfoy, and he suddenly asked, "Is there anything you said can make you give up what you've been pursuing?"

"Pursued?" Malfoy was taken aback, and thought carefully, "How could there be such a thing."

"I think so too." John nodded, the problem still seemed to exist.

The two came to the corridor to hang out.

Filch, who had heard that a little wizard had come out after curfew, came out angrily, and stopped when he saw who it was.

"Good evening, John."

"Good evening, the moonlight is good tonight. I just saw Mrs. Norris on the other side."

"Oh, that naughty little guy is getting more and more energetic."

John smiled and nodded at Filch, who greeted and left.

Even Malfoy was ignored by him.

Malfoy said curiously: "You are the only one who can make Filch like this."

"You don't know, he is scarier than a ghost in the eyes of the students."

John said casually, "Only those who violate discipline are afraid of Filch."

Hearing this, Malfoy looked strange.

Aren't they violating discipline now?

"Did you hear that rumor?" Malfoy said in the hallway where the moonlight came in, where he could get a lot of news at school, "The king of Hogwarts."

"They see you as a leader, and you deserve it," Malfoy said proudly.

John raised his hand, pointed his fingers through the cold moonlight, and said with a chuckle, "This is just the beginning."

The two walked casually in the school, at least until Daphne calmed down, Malfoy still didn't dare to go back.

Before they knew it, the two came to the Ravenclaw Tower.

There are many paintings on the walls of the tower.

"Luminescence (lumos)"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the light caused the sleeping figures to complain.

But Malfoy was very vicious and said viciously to several knights in a painting: "Why don't I have to sleep, but you can!"

Several knights picked up their weapons and clamored to teach the ignorant boy a lesson.

"You're just a bunch of moving paint." Malfoy deliberately brought the wand light closer, forcing the knight to hide in other paintings.

If these paintings can come out, then Malfoy will definitely be mobbed and attacked.

Suddenly, Malfoy moved too much and knocked a picture frame down.

Immediately afterwards, like dominoes, the paintings hanging on the wall fell one by one.

Before landing, the paintings all floated up.

John raised his left hand and said speechlessly, "Draco, don't get angry with Hua."

He waved his hand and was about to hang the painting up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a landscape without figures, and his movements stopped.

It was a peaceful riverside, with no animals or people.

It was strange, there was nothing in that painting except the occasional wind in it.

"Where's the person in that painting?" John beckoned, and a portrait flew over.

Coincidentally, there is an acquaintance in the portrait.

Sir Cadogan, the fool who once put Sirius in Gryffindor.

"What do you mean?" Sir Cadogan raised his head proudly, and said confidently, "I don't know, I knew I was there a long time ago."

"Early? How early?"

"I heard from the Fat Lady that it existed after Hogwarts appeared."

"Thank you for your help, Sir Cadogan." John nodded slightly to Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan admired him very much, and said, "You're better than that skunk boy."

Skunk kid?

It seems that Malfoy's nickname even knows the painting.

He walked to the unique painting and studied it.

...