Chapter 955: Warmly congratulate Master Malfoy for being elected as the Champion of Hogwarts!

Early on Sunday morning, Draco woke up from his sleep feeling refreshed.

Ah - Warrior of Hogwarts, what a glorious title!

He changed into a high-end custom-made white shirt and carefully groomed his smooth blond hair in front of the mirror.

Nearly an hour later, Crabbe and Goyle woke up one after another, and he was patiently adjusting the collar of his silk shirt.

"Draco? What are you doing?"

"Keep your clothes elegant and proper," Draco said as he pinned the silver snake-shaped cufflinks on the cuffs of his shirt.

Crabbe moved closer and saw Draco's face, which seemed to be glowing.

He subconsciously raised his hand, "Draco, aren't you exaggerating?"

"Exaggerated?" Draco turned around and looked at the two people whose hair was like a mess when they slept. "Look at the damn things you look like. We are noble pure-blood wizards and must always be elegant and decent."

After saying that, he stood up, opened his closet, picked out two sets of clothes and threw them to the two of them.

"Put it on quickly. If it's not the right size, use Transfiguration to adjust it."

Crabbe and Goyle stared at each other.

They just became Hogwarts warriors, so they didn't have to change their appearances too, right?

"Go change it now!"

The boss has spoken, what can the younger brother do?

But the clothes feel really good, light, thin and soft, and you can tell at first glance that they are made of top-quality high-end fabric.

Nearly an hour later, Draco, wearing a school robe, walked out of the dormitory with his two younger brothers.

It was past 8 o'clock in the morning, and there were only a few students in the Slytherin common room, most of them had gone to the hall for breakfast.

Draco tilted his head slightly and walked slowly past several students.

He looked around lazily, as if he was inspecting his territory.

It wasn't until the three of them left the common room that the students came to their senses.

"Am I seeing things? Was that Malfoy just now?"

"It can only be him."

Outside the Slytherin dormitory is a dark and damp dungeon, and a few steps ahead is their head of house's office.

From a distance, Draco saw the office door being pushed open from the inside, and then he saw the gloomy face of their dean.

"Malfoy, come in for a moment."

Draco turned around and winked at his two younger brothers, asking them to wait outside obediently.

He walked into Snape's office gracefully and calmly, and a moment later, a heart-wrenching roar came out from inside.

"Impossible! I would never accept Wayne's training even if you kill me!"

Crabbe and Goyle, who were outside, looked at each other.

Snape actually wanted Draco to be trained by Wayne?

Could it be that even their dean has succumbed to the tyranny of Director Wayne?

"My father will never agree!" Another heart-wrenching roar came from inside.

After this sound, the office fell strangely silent.

A few minutes later, Draco, looking as pale as death, finally came out.

He lost the elegance and composure he had just had, and became completely confused.

"Draco?"

"Hahahahahahahahaha" His laughter sounded a little crazy, and as he laughed he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

Crabbe and Goyle stepped back subconsciously.

As usual, they were both beaten.

But Draco didn't do anything this time. He just said coldly, "Let's go."

Before they arrived at the auditorium, the three of them heard happy laughter coming from inside.

I walked in quickly and saw that there was an extra banner hanging on the wall.

"Warm congratulations to Master Malfoy for being elected as the Champion of Hogwarts. Gryffindor House would like to offer its sincerest blessings!"

There is a photo in the middle of the banner, which is a white and clean puppy.

Draco's eyes went dark and he almost fainted from anger.

Hold on! You must hold on!

This is just a little trick that cannot be shown on the stage. He is a warrior now, he should be magnanimous and never bother with them.

"Uh-huh..." Draco swaggered towards the Slytherin table with his two younger brothers.

The joyful laughter suddenly disappeared, and the students began to whisper to each other curiously.

The lion cubs had the biggest reaction, especially the twins who hung the banner themselves.

If you can endure this, it seems you have to do something cruel.

The number one dung ball is ready, the number two fart bomb is loaded,

As the twins took aim and were about to fire, Madame Maxime led the students of Beauxbatons into the Great Hall.

Furong no longer covered her face with the scarf, and most of the boys' attention was drawn to her.

This was a good opportunity to shoot, but unfortunately I couldn't.

Beauxbatons was a guest, and although the twins were naughty, they knew their limits.

Madame Maxime glanced at the banner hanging on the wall and walked to the staff table alone, somewhat puzzled.

Her students came and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Fleur looked at the picture of the puppy and turned to look at the Slytherin table with a puzzled look.

"Hermione, when did the warriors of your school become dogs?"

Hermione explained to her in a low voice.

He drew out his magic wand when someone said his defense was broken. With such a mentality, can he be elected as a warrior?

Fleur looked at Draco's uncertain expression from afar, "Uh - the two warriors in your school actually have such a big feud?"

Hermione nodded helplessly. "It was actually okay when we first entered school, but after half a semester they became like enemies."

Fleur suppressed a smile, "That's great - no, I mean it's such a shame."

It seems that even if the two warriors of Hogwarts will not kill each other, they will definitely not unite and cooperate.

This is great news for her.

Seeing Fleur trying hard to hold back her laughter, Hermione wanted to say something several times but stopped herself.

After thinking about it carefully, she felt it would be better to speak out.

"Well... Vincent took on the task of training them."

"Who?"

"Vincent."

The smile that Furong couldn't hide disappeared instantly, "Your boyfriend?"

Hermione uttered a soft "hmm".

"Merde!"

After a classic French curse, Furong looked at Vincent opposite her with a bitter face.

James, feeling good about himself, thought she was looking at him, so he threw her a coquettish glance.

Alfred shook his head and slapped him on the forehead, "Wake up, I'm reading Lao Wen."

James looked at Vincent who was making eye contact with Fleur, then opened his mouth and bit off a large piece of toast.

"Afu, why is it that I never get a chance to do something good like this?"

Alfred pointed to his mouth full of food crumbs and said, "Old James, before you daydream, I suggest you look in the mirror first."

James opened his mouth angrily and took another big bite of toast.

What does this birdman Ah Fu know? He is not sloppy at all. It is clearly his true nature.

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