Chapter 303 Talent and Effort
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
By the Black Lake, Neville and Malfoy seldom did not exercise.
The two watched the sun go down the mountain bit by bit, staring at each other.
"John, will he..." Malfoy hesitated, wanting to say something unfortunate.
Neville was silent for a while after hearing this, and said, "He won't, you will."
"What are you talking about!" Malfoy yelled angrily.
Neville looked up behind Malfoy and reassured, "You really will."
Malfoy swallowed hard, feeling the coolness behind him.
Turning her head to look, Daphne's pretty face was covered with frost.
Malfoy smiled sadly, stood up and said frankly, "Today, although I die, I am still a horse... ouch."
Before he finished speaking, he was hung upside down on a tree.
Daphne came to the lake and waited for John to come out.
...
Following the directions of the young couple, John came to a place similar to a mermaid village.
The Black Lake is huge, and there are many things similar to ancient ruins underneath.
John felt that this place might not have been a lake before.
Walking in the ruins, John finally saw the big octopus.
That octopus can only see its tentacles at ordinary times, and few people see its whole picture.
An octopus larger than a giant dragon was lying on top of a pile of collapsed ruins, its tentacles flowing with the water, and it was sleeping.
Seeing this scene, John had the urge to go straight up and give it a needle to draw blood.
But this is in the water, if the big octopus runs away, I'm afraid it won't survive for long.
Approaching the big octopus, John uses psychic magic to communicate with it.
The moment he touched the tentacles, countless images flashed before John's eyes.
His face turned pale, John snorted, and a blister spit out of his mouth.
The big octopus was woken up. It thought John was a student who fell into the water, and the tentacles rolled on John and were about to send it up.
John hastily poked the tentacle with his wand to stop the big octopus.
The big octopus stopped moving, and its two big eyes seemed to be full of confusion.
John no longer pryed into the mind of the big octopus, but communicated with spiritual magic.
"Put me down, big guy."
The big octopus slowly put John down, wriggling its tentacles to turn itself around.
It was remembering, did Hogwarts start the Triwizard Tournament again?
Otherwise why would there be a student staying in the water.
"Big fellow, my name is John Wick, a student of Slytherin."
The big octopus recognized this as a Slytherin student.
John wants to communicate with the big octopus, but the big octopus is too old.
After several attempts, John had to temporarily stop communicating.
He let out a half-breath just now, but now he couldn't bear it any longer, and let the big octopus send him up.
When John was sent up by the huge tentacles, the three people on the shore exclaimed.
"Are you still here?"
John felt weird when he saw Malfoy being hung up.
Daphne watched the tentacle quickly dive into the bottom of the lake, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
After evaporating the water on his body, John waved his hand, "It's okay, just talked to the big octopus."
"Can you talk to an octopus?" Malfoy said, head down.
"To be precise, I'm the one talking. This big octopus has lived for thousands of years, so it's hard to communicate."
John felt sorry for a while. He wanted to discuss the big octopus to give some blood, but unfortunately the big octopus didn't seem to understand.
He had no choice but to try to communicate later.
Ask Daphne to put Malfoy down, and John goes back.
A few days have passed.
The Quidditch game revived the excitement of Hogwarts, and Umbridge was still so effective, but they couldn't stop their enthusiasm for Quidditch.
After being threatened by John, Umbridge didn't dare to make trouble.
She was really afraid that John and other Slytherin students would go to the Ministry of Magic to file a complaint.
Slytherin students have nothing else but connections come first.
Her disappearance was limited to Slytherin, and the other houses were not so lucky.
Being rectified by Umbridge twice in three days, not to mention the students, even the deans complained.
Under such circumstances, Slytherin's practice is naturally smoother and easier.
...
After Harry founded da, he felt as if he wore a talisman on his chest, a hot secret that supported his life under Umbridge's oppression.
Even Umbridge's horrible toad eyes could be managed with a gentle smile.
Times make heroes.
Leading the oppressed through suffering always leads to growth.
The only problem is that they can't fix every student for special training at the same time.
The Quidditch training time of the three houses made it impossible for them to assemble well.
Fortunately, Hermione can always help her son when he needs help. She made a magic silver coin like Galleon.
This thing is like the Dark Mark, but it's not carved on the arm.
Through the above digital changes, all students can be well informed for training.
"Why didn't I know you could do this?" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione said triumphantly, "I know a lot more that you don't know."
Harry was happy so that he could be notified quickly when the special training was due.
Their only worry was accidentally spending this fake Galleon.
In this regard, Ron said sadly not to worry.
Because he has no other Galleons besides the fake Galleons.
Poverty keeps him from making mistakes.
very nice.
...
The first Quidditch match of the season is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
The two teams of the old enemy have undergone personnel changes, and the captains of both teams have graduated.
Professor McGonagall has always been the one who likes Quidditch the most, and at the same time attaches the most importance to it.
In the week before the match, Professor McGonagall relieved the Gryffindor Quidditch team of homework, allowing them more time to practice.
But Slytherin was not to be outdone, and Snape made an appointment for the Slytherin Quidditch team to use the court early.
As the much-maligned head of Slytherin, Snape gave full play to the characteristics of Slytherin.
John visited Malfoy, who had one more week to play, and he seemed to be training tirelessly in the wind, rain and mud.
Montague couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed over and hugged Malfoy who was still about to fire the Firebolt, and shouted: "Draco, forget it, you've practiced enough."
"Let me go," Malfoy persistently pushed Montague away, and shouted while sitting on the Firebolt, "It takes more training to keep up with Potter."
"If you are tired, go first, I will train for a while."
Montague opened his mouth and finally muttered, "You've tried hard enough."
"Not enough, these are not enough."
Malfoy yelled, "Do you know how fast Harry Potter can fly? He's been a Seeker since first grade. Do you know his talent!"
If you want to say who has the strongest Quidditch talent in Hogwarts, there is no doubt that it is Harry Potter.
Since the first grade, he has the flying skills that Professor McGonagall has spotted.
It was the first time he touched a broomstick.
And Malfoy, he's been flying since he was a kid.
Has many years of experience in Dohali.
But the result?
In the first grade, he couldn't even get into the team.
In the second grade, he watched Harry snatch the golden snitch in front of his eyes.
In the third grade, he watched the golden snitch miss him again.
Where did you lose?
You can't beat Harry Potter on a better broomstick.
Malfoy knew that he had lost in talent.
That trace of talent made him lose.
With the same training time, Harry gained several times more than him.
So he has to use several times, dozens of times, hundreds of times of effort to fill the extra gap.
He wants to win.
Slytherin's DNA is etched into his body.
He is going to win!
Malfoy had just experienced a fall from the Firebolt, and his head was still a little dizzy.
The golden snitch appeared in front of him, but in Malfoy's eyes, there were several golden snitches flying around.
He shook his head and manipulated the Firebolt to fly out quickly.
His eyes darkened, he let go of the Firebolt, and he quickly fell from a high altitude.
It was too late when the players reacted.
When he was about to touch the ground, Malfoy stopped suddenly.
The rain condenses into a water bed that catches people.
John walked past Montague, "Let's break up and give yourself the best condition before the game."
The Queen Mother reacted belatedly. Seeing John, he breathed a sigh of relief, and issued an order to disband the other team members.
Looking at Malfoy, who had practiced himself with bruises all over his body, John took him in another direction.
...
The two watched the sun go down the mountain bit by bit, staring at each other.
"John, will he..." Malfoy hesitated, wanting to say something unfortunate.
Neville was silent for a while after hearing this, and said, "He won't, you will."
"What are you talking about!" Malfoy yelled angrily.
Neville looked up behind Malfoy and reassured, "You really will."
Malfoy swallowed hard, feeling the coolness behind him.
Turning her head to look, Daphne's pretty face was covered with frost.
Malfoy smiled sadly, stood up and said frankly, "Today, although I die, I am still a horse... ouch."
Before he finished speaking, he was hung upside down on a tree.
Daphne came to the lake and waited for John to come out.
...
Following the directions of the young couple, John came to a place similar to a mermaid village.
The Black Lake is huge, and there are many things similar to ancient ruins underneath.
John felt that this place might not have been a lake before.
Walking in the ruins, John finally saw the big octopus.
That octopus can only see its tentacles at ordinary times, and few people see its whole picture.
An octopus larger than a giant dragon was lying on top of a pile of collapsed ruins, its tentacles flowing with the water, and it was sleeping.
Seeing this scene, John had the urge to go straight up and give it a needle to draw blood.
But this is in the water, if the big octopus runs away, I'm afraid it won't survive for long.
Approaching the big octopus, John uses psychic magic to communicate with it.
The moment he touched the tentacles, countless images flashed before John's eyes.
His face turned pale, John snorted, and a blister spit out of his mouth.
The big octopus was woken up. It thought John was a student who fell into the water, and the tentacles rolled on John and were about to send it up.
John hastily poked the tentacle with his wand to stop the big octopus.
The big octopus stopped moving, and its two big eyes seemed to be full of confusion.
John no longer pryed into the mind of the big octopus, but communicated with spiritual magic.
"Put me down, big guy."
The big octopus slowly put John down, wriggling its tentacles to turn itself around.
It was remembering, did Hogwarts start the Triwizard Tournament again?
Otherwise why would there be a student staying in the water.
"Big fellow, my name is John Wick, a student of Slytherin."
The big octopus recognized this as a Slytherin student.
John wants to communicate with the big octopus, but the big octopus is too old.
After several attempts, John had to temporarily stop communicating.
He let out a half-breath just now, but now he couldn't bear it any longer, and let the big octopus send him up.
When John was sent up by the huge tentacles, the three people on the shore exclaimed.
"Are you still here?"
John felt weird when he saw Malfoy being hung up.
Daphne watched the tentacle quickly dive into the bottom of the lake, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
After evaporating the water on his body, John waved his hand, "It's okay, just talked to the big octopus."
"Can you talk to an octopus?" Malfoy said, head down.
"To be precise, I'm the one talking. This big octopus has lived for thousands of years, so it's hard to communicate."
John felt sorry for a while. He wanted to discuss the big octopus to give some blood, but unfortunately the big octopus didn't seem to understand.
He had no choice but to try to communicate later.
Ask Daphne to put Malfoy down, and John goes back.
A few days have passed.
The Quidditch game revived the excitement of Hogwarts, and Umbridge was still so effective, but they couldn't stop their enthusiasm for Quidditch.
After being threatened by John, Umbridge didn't dare to make trouble.
She was really afraid that John and other Slytherin students would go to the Ministry of Magic to file a complaint.
Slytherin students have nothing else but connections come first.
Her disappearance was limited to Slytherin, and the other houses were not so lucky.
Being rectified by Umbridge twice in three days, not to mention the students, even the deans complained.
Under such circumstances, Slytherin's practice is naturally smoother and easier.
...
After Harry founded da, he felt as if he wore a talisman on his chest, a hot secret that supported his life under Umbridge's oppression.
Even Umbridge's horrible toad eyes could be managed with a gentle smile.
Times make heroes.
Leading the oppressed through suffering always leads to growth.
The only problem is that they can't fix every student for special training at the same time.
The Quidditch training time of the three houses made it impossible for them to assemble well.
Fortunately, Hermione can always help her son when he needs help. She made a magic silver coin like Galleon.
This thing is like the Dark Mark, but it's not carved on the arm.
Through the above digital changes, all students can be well informed for training.
"Why didn't I know you could do this?" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione said triumphantly, "I know a lot more that you don't know."
Harry was happy so that he could be notified quickly when the special training was due.
Their only worry was accidentally spending this fake Galleon.
In this regard, Ron said sadly not to worry.
Because he has no other Galleons besides the fake Galleons.
Poverty keeps him from making mistakes.
very nice.
...
The first Quidditch match of the season is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
The two teams of the old enemy have undergone personnel changes, and the captains of both teams have graduated.
Professor McGonagall has always been the one who likes Quidditch the most, and at the same time attaches the most importance to it.
In the week before the match, Professor McGonagall relieved the Gryffindor Quidditch team of homework, allowing them more time to practice.
But Slytherin was not to be outdone, and Snape made an appointment for the Slytherin Quidditch team to use the court early.
As the much-maligned head of Slytherin, Snape gave full play to the characteristics of Slytherin.
John visited Malfoy, who had one more week to play, and he seemed to be training tirelessly in the wind, rain and mud.
Montague couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed over and hugged Malfoy who was still about to fire the Firebolt, and shouted: "Draco, forget it, you've practiced enough."
"Let me go," Malfoy persistently pushed Montague away, and shouted while sitting on the Firebolt, "It takes more training to keep up with Potter."
"If you are tired, go first, I will train for a while."
Montague opened his mouth and finally muttered, "You've tried hard enough."
"Not enough, these are not enough."
Malfoy yelled, "Do you know how fast Harry Potter can fly? He's been a Seeker since first grade. Do you know his talent!"
If you want to say who has the strongest Quidditch talent in Hogwarts, there is no doubt that it is Harry Potter.
Since the first grade, he has the flying skills that Professor McGonagall has spotted.
It was the first time he touched a broomstick.
And Malfoy, he's been flying since he was a kid.
Has many years of experience in Dohali.
But the result?
In the first grade, he couldn't even get into the team.
In the second grade, he watched Harry snatch the golden snitch in front of his eyes.
In the third grade, he watched the golden snitch miss him again.
Where did you lose?
You can't beat Harry Potter on a better broomstick.
Malfoy knew that he had lost in talent.
That trace of talent made him lose.
With the same training time, Harry gained several times more than him.
So he has to use several times, dozens of times, hundreds of times of effort to fill the extra gap.
He wants to win.
Slytherin's DNA is etched into his body.
He is going to win!
Malfoy had just experienced a fall from the Firebolt, and his head was still a little dizzy.
The golden snitch appeared in front of him, but in Malfoy's eyes, there were several golden snitches flying around.
He shook his head and manipulated the Firebolt to fly out quickly.
His eyes darkened, he let go of the Firebolt, and he quickly fell from a high altitude.
It was too late when the players reacted.
When he was about to touch the ground, Malfoy stopped suddenly.
The rain condenses into a water bed that catches people.
John walked past Montague, "Let's break up and give yourself the best condition before the game."
The Queen Mother reacted belatedly. Seeing John, he breathed a sigh of relief, and issued an order to disband the other team members.
Looking at Malfoy, who had practiced himself with bruises all over his body, John took him in another direction.
...
