Chapter 378 Draco's Mentality Exploded
Draco's eyes wandered among the crowd, and he was very happy when he saw those faces he hadn't seen for a long time.
Especially Goyle and Crabbe.
They have been his loyal followers since childhood.
Although he had temporarily ignored these two friends because he had a new love.
But after not seeing them for more than a year, I really miss them.
In order to welcome these friends, Draco specially prepared a barbecue party for them.
This would be the last time these new recruits would have fun in the shadows.
"Tonight, let us enjoy this last moment of reunion."
There was a hint of emotion in Draco's voice.
"After tonight, what awaits you will be endless training and a battlefield where life and death are uncertain."
There was a vision of the future in Goyle and Crabbe's eyes.
They surrounded Draco, as if they had returned to their carefree childhood.
Draco raised the glass in his hand and gestured to his friends.
"Cheers to our friendship and our common future!"
The atmosphere around them reached a climax in an instant, and laughter and joy echoed in the night sky.
On the training grounds of Shadow Base, the sun shone through thin clouds, illuminating a dusty scene.
Draco stood aside, his brows furrowed, his hands on his hips.
His roar echoed across the empty field.
"Gore, you idiot, pay attention to the height, pay attention to the height! How many times do I have to tell you before you remember?"
Then his eyes turned to Crabbe, who was trying to throw a magic grenade.
"Crabbe, the magic grenade will explode in thirty seconds, thirty seconds! That's not your girl, throw it out, throw it out!"
Draco felt his patience was being worn out bit by bit. He had never encountered such difficult soldiers.
As new recruits, Goyle and Crabbe should not have been led by General Draco.
After all, the recruits will receive basic training in the recruit camp, and their respective captains will teach them military regulations and corresponding combat skills.
However, their performance in the boot camp was extremely poor.
Whether it is the fighting skills or the use of magic grenades, it makes people shake their heads and sigh.
The squad leaders of the new recruits tried countless times, but they always seemed unable to make these two guys come to their senses.
In the end, the team captains had no choice but to find Draco and wanted to hand over these two "hot potatoes" to him.
Draco was a little embarrassed.
However, after watching the training of these two guys, he deeply understood the team leader's difficulties.
So he decided to talk to Goyle and Crabbe.
"You guys..." Draco paused, trying to find the most appropriate words to express himself.
"Uh...showing a lot of...enthusiasm."
Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, confused.
But both of them smiled foolishly at the same time.
Draco sighed and continued.
"Listen, I know you want to be famous on the battlefield, but everyone has their place.
Have you ever thought that maybe the logistics unit is more suitable for you? It also requires loyalty and courage, and..."
"No, Draco!" Goyle interrupted hastily.
"We're going to the battlefield, we're going to be heroes like you!"
Crabbe also nodded firmly: "Yes, Draco, we have to prove ourselves."
Draco looked at their determined eyes and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
"I know you want to prove yourself and you work hard, but the dangers on the battlefield are far beyond your imagination."
"We are not afraid of death," Goyle and Crabbe said in unison.
Draco said all sorts of good and bad things to them, but the two of them refused to go to the logistics unit and insisted on proving themselves on the battlefield.
Looking at their determined eyes and persistent attitude, Draco felt helpless but also moved.
His two friends have grown into responsible men who value honor and dignity more than life.
The two of them now deserved Draco's praise.
Slytherin indeed.
As their friend, Draco must be responsible for their lives.
So he trained them with tears in his eyes, even though the process would be very painful for him.
He started teaching from the very basics.
How to use magic weapons correctly, how to judge the enemy situation, and how to carry out basic tactical coordination in battle.
However, this process was much more difficult than he had expected.
The only thing that comforted Draco was that their flying skills were pretty good.
As long as you can retreat in time, at least there will be no problem in protecting yourself.
But in other areas of training, no matter how he taught, Goyle and Crabbe always made mistakes.
During a simulated combat training, Goyle actually threw a magic grenade at his feet.
Fortunately, Draco reacted quickly and used a protective spell to block the explosion, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Goyle, are you going to commit suicide?" Draco asked angrily.
"I...I forgot to calculate the wind speed." Goyle explained stutteringly.
Draco covered his face, feeling a headache coming on.
Is this a question of whether the wind is blowing or not?
What kind of wind can blow a thrown grenade back to your feet?
He turned to Crabbe, hoping he would behave better.
Then he saw Crabbe staring blankly at a magic timer.
"Crabbe, what are you doing?"
"I wonder if I slowed down the timer a little bit so the grenade wouldn't go off so quickly."
Crabbe replied innocently.
Draco almost collapsed.
Is this something the human brain can come up with?
He took a deep breath and tried to tell himself to stay calm.
But he really couldn't calm down now.
But Harry, who was standing by, noticed something.
So he called Draco over and proposed a solution.
From theoretical teaching to practical exercises.
"The reason why Goyle and Crabbe are good at flying is because they are strikers on the Quidditch team, and they have honed their skills in actual combat little by little."
"But given their current condition, I'm afraid they might be in danger." Draco said worriedly.
Harry analyzed. "We have been doing some reconnaissance missions recently, and there have been no casualties.
And with their flying skills, as long as they obey orders and withdraw in time, there will be basically no worries.
We can each watch one, it won’t be a big problem.”
Draco looked at Harry with some emotion.
Although Harry said it lightly, the battlefield is a battlefield, and every moment is full of unknowns and dangers.
Especially when you need to protect two stupid recruits, the risk factor increases exponentially.
But he finally accepted Harry's advice.
After all, he didn't want his two childhood friends to have no achievements.
