Hogwarts’ John Wick

Chapter 584 584: 584: Devilish Training, The King's Army

While Neville began enjoying delicious meals every day, Saturdays became a terrifying day for Slytherin.

Saturday.

Wearing the number six jersey, Malfoy stood proudly in the Quidditch pitch.

The team members stood in perfectly ordered lines with strict discipline, every one of them carrying a distinct aura.

It was the aura built from Slytherin's twelve consecutive victories, the aura of an invincible champion team that crushed everything before it.

"This is my final year!" Malfoy swept his gloomy villain-like gaze across everyone present. "I refuse to let anyone leave a stain on my career this year, and I refuse to let Slytherin's glory come to an end!"

"Remember, we are Slytherin! Victory belongs to us, and no one is allowed to take it away!"

"The only thing you need to do is train with everything you have and unleash one hundred and twenty percent of your strength on the field!"

"Strength above all. That is Slytherin's principle!"

"If anyone thinks they can take my position, come challenge me!"

Malfoy was already in his seventh year. This would be his final Quidditch season.

At the same time, it was also his most dangerous year. He carried the glory of twelve consecutive championships on his shoulders, but one step backward would cast him into the abyss of eternal humiliation.

Marcus Flint and Montague, who had once stood here before him, were already gone.

Now Malfoy faced that same fate.

The title of the worst Quidditch captain in Hogwarts history was beckoning toward him, and for a glory-loving Slytherin, that was nothing short of a nightmare.

"Everyone, mount your brooms!"

With a single command from Malfoy, Slytherin began their devilish training session.

As for the results?

Rumor had it that Astoria stayed angry for three whole days and completely ignored Malfoy.

John had even overheard people plotting to tie Malfoy up and throw him outside while he was bathing. Of course, the plan was still only in the conspiracy stage and had not yet been carried out.

That was because Malfoy had calculated everyone's physical limits with frightening precision. After training, they still retained just enough strength to attend their normal classes.

"I've never seen you this smart at any other time," John remarked in admiration.

Glancing at Crabbe and Goyle, who were sprawled across the table like dead dogs, John tactfully warned, "If you keep this up, be careful not to get thrown out one day while bathing."

"Throw me out?" Malfoy said arrogantly. "John, you and Daphne and Astoria stand up for a second."

They were currently in the Great Hall, and John gave him a strange look upon hearing that.

After thinking about it, he stood up to see what exactly Malfoy was planning.

Daphne rolled her eyes at him before standing as well, while Astoria seemed to already know what he intended to do.

Malfoy cleared his throat and declared in the most arrogant tone possible, "Everyone here is trash."

Player Malfoy activated an area attack, dealing 99.9999% group damage efficiency to the Slytherin table.

Slytherin triggered status effect: Collective Rage.

John was speechless.

You love ragebaiting others this much. I honestly can't save you.

Yet this man possessed an incredibly strong survival instinct and carefully avoided provoking anyone he truly could not afford to offend.

Still, this behavior was not without benefits.

Under Malfoy's relentless provocation, the Quidditch team erupted with endless energy.

Even the Gryffindors at the neighboring table were left staring in shock.

Harry personally watched a student get struck by lightning after flying too high and fall from the sky, only to crawl back onto his broom afterward.

Ron swallowed with difficulty and asked fearfully, "Harry... you're not going to do this too, right?"

Compared to Malfoy, Harry suddenly felt that Wood had been as gentle as an understanding older brother back then.

Ginny watched Slytherin's training with sparkling eyes and muttered to herself, "This actually seems pretty good."

Ron said, "I treat you like my sister, and you don't even want me as your brother anymore?"

Harry immediately added, "You can have the captain position. I'm quitting the team right now."

For perhaps the first time ever, the entire Gryffindor team became completely united, firmly declaring that Harry must remain their captain.

This was just Quidditch. Why were they gambling with their lives?

Ginny rolled her eyes at the terrified team members. She simply thought this kind of training would help improve the players' abilities.

After Slytherin's training ended, it was Gryffindor's turn to take the field.

Malfoy wiped the rainwater from his face and swaggered forward with his usual arrogant stride as he brushed past Harry.

"This time, I'll personally defeat you!"

His eyes burned with fighting spirit, and Harry's own competitive spirit ignited in response.

"Gryffindor will wash away its past shame!"

As the two stared at each other, sparks practically seemed to fly through the air.

Malfoy let out a cold laugh and departed with his team.

Of course, they still had to make a stop at the Hospital Wing afterward.

Goyle, who had been struck by lightning earlier, still had smoke rising from his head.

The strike had basically given him a free perm.

"Hopefully that electric shock knocked some sense into your stupid brain."

Malfoy's sarcastic remark caused Madam Pomfrey to directly throw him out of the Hospital Wing.

Before leaving, Malfoy poked his head back through the doorway and asked, "He should be healed before the next training session, right?"

Madam Pomfrey trembled with anger and declared, "I'm going to have a talk with your Head of House."

In the end, Malfoy's utterly inhumane devil training continued until October before it was forcibly stopped.

Malfoy was highly dissatisfied after being ordered to rearrange the training schedule, and he complained to John, "She's just a healer. What does she know about Quidditch?"

John flipped through the silver-white book and the black book in his hands, glanced at Malfoy, and sneered, "You should be grateful you bathe in the prefects' bathroom."

Malfoy curled his lips dismissively.

...

The first Quidditch match of seventh year would begin this Saturday.

Stopping Malfoy had been a good thing. Otherwise, with his extreme training methods, the team probably would not have had any energy left by match day.

The champion team with twelve consecutive victories was currently overflowing with momentum.

As their opponents, the Ravenclaw students appeared rather heavy-hearted.

Though that heaviness was difficult to see on Luna.

She was busily preparing a brand-new hat.

Luna had already decided on the theme.

A soaring eagle clutching a green snake, pecking its brains out.

John listened to Luna explain her ideas and hesitated to speak.

He wanted to remind her that she was asking a Slytherin for advice.

"The Grey Lady is very happy," Luna said cheerfully as she hung the green snake from the eagle's claws. "She asked me to thank you."

"We both got what we wanted." John shrugged. "Without her help, I wouldn't have been able to enter."

"The Grey Lady has become much more cheerful."

Ravenclaw's Grey Lady had become willing to speak. In the past, she had rarely spoken even to the little Ravenclaws of her own House.

The Crumple-Horned Snorkack slowly wandered over to the table and used its curved horn to stab a fruit from the tabletop.

It was now as tall as the table and made sounds similar to a cow's mooing.

"Mr. Snorkack is hungry." Luna pulled various fruits from her pockets.

"So far, it hasn't shown any abnormalities."

John studied the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. This creature he had created, aside from its skill in spatial movement, seemed to possess dangerous qualities in the rest of its body as well.

"It's still in its growth stage. It makes one wonder just how large it might eventually become."

Basil flew down and landed on the Crumple-Horned Snorkack's head, while Tom stared intently at the creature's tail.

The Crumple-Horned Snorkack let out a dissatisfied cry, demanding Basil get down.

Basil ignored it and delivered a letter to John instead.

John opened it and glanced at the contents.

It was from Hagrid.

"The unicorns have entered their shedding period?"

He looked at the letter in surprise. Hagrid had probably been too excited while writing it, because the lines of the letter were slightly shaky.

Hagrid was extremely happy, because almost no wizard had ever witnessed a unicorn shedding period before.

This time, Weiwei had personally informed him and asked him to pass the message along to John.

The arrival of the shedding period meant the unicorns would soon grow a new batch of horns.

John happened to be lacking that particular material.

"Looks like Weiwei wants to trade for more Stardust."

John guessed why Weiwei had taken the initiative to inform him.

Come to think of it, he had not gone to trade unicorn horns for quite some time. For the unicorns that loved Stardust, it was probably as unbearable as an itch cats could not scratch.

"Speaking of which, the Constellation Society should still have some stock left, right?"

After integrating the Constellation Society into Hogwarts, John had not entered it again.

Now that this had come up, he did not want to miss the opportunity.

He bid Luna farewell and walked into a corridor.

A door suddenly appeared out of thin air at the end of the hallway.

John walked over and opened it, revealing the interior of the Constellation Society.

Golden little figures diligently cleaned the place like a group of adorable elves.

The moment they saw John arrive, the little figures hurriedly gathered together and collectively bowed to him.

John nodded and asked, "How much Stardust is left?"

Hearing that, the golden little figures carried out two bottles of Stardust from inside the Constellation Society.

"Two bottles? That should be enough."

John snapped his fingers, and the Stardust vanished.

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