Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The truth seems to have been revealed, but it has become another unspeakable secret. Several people's hearts were heavy and they were a little out of breath.

Except for Cyrus.

He returned to the Slytherin common room, intending to find a time to continue planning the attack.

'I remember that the fourth and fifth attacks happened almost at the same time, and it was because of these two attacks that the school was almost closed. ’ Cyrus thought.

It's not the time to close the school yet, it must be done step by step to make them think that the situation is not too serious, and it is best to let Dumbledore leave the school smoothly. At that time, it will be much more convenient.

"You still need to keep in touch with Lucius."

Cyrus muttered to himself, sitting alone on the sofa in the common room and crossing his legs.

After a while, a tall and strong man came over. From a distance, he looked like a huge green orangutan.

"Malfoy-" Marcus Flint frowned, "Why are you still here? Go to practice Quidditch! If we win the game with Ravenclaw, then we still have to play."

Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the Quidditch match last semester. At that time, they had the most advanced brooms and had an absolute advantage. However, Malfoy was too busy taunting Harry, forgetting that he was still competing, and missed the opportunity to get the Golden Snitch first.

After that incident, Marcus Flint was very dissatisfied with Malfoy. But who knows that Malfoy's father is the school director, and Slytherin's broom was donated by his family? Even if you are dissatisfied, you can only endure it.

According to the schedule, each college actually has to compete with the other three colleges. The final victory is actually calculated based on the points scored during the game. They have lost a game now. If they beat Ravenclaw by 300 points, they still have a chance to enter the finals.

In fact, their chances of winning are very high, and the gap between brooms is difficult to close.

The problem is that since losing to Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy seems to have lost interest in Quidditch. Although I am still training, I am not devoted at all.

Even the most important Seeker in the team had this attitude, and other players inevitably began to slack off. With such an attitude, it is really difficult to win!

Therefore, when Marcus saw Malfoy doing nothing, he immediately asked him to account in anger.

"Malfoy! I made an exception by letting you be the seeker, not just to lose!" He strode up to Cyrus, his angry face like a twisted gorilla, "Because of you, we The quality of the team's seekers is much lower than that of other teams! And we can't beat the other teams by more than 150 before the Golden Snitch appears, do you understand?"

"If you still have this attitude! I will definitely kick you out of the team!" Marcus became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally even stretched out his finger to poke Cyrus in the chest.

This pissed off Cyrus.

"Snapped!"

Cyrus coldly slapped Marcus' hand away.

"Don't point your fingers at me, Marcus Flint. Or do you want me to hang from the ceiling?"

Not to mention that he doesn't like to be told what to do by others, Draco, the owner of this body, is still his "close friend"! How can you be bullied like this?

"How dare you humiliate me?!" Marcus's gorilla face immediately turned red.

He felt humiliated. Ever since the incident at the Fighting Club, everyone knew that he was literally hung up and beaten by a freshman, so he received a lot of ridicule.

Of course, in response to these ridicules, he naturally used brute force to shut up those people!

But now, the little Draco Malfoy actually dares to open up his wounds and add salt to his wounds?

What about the Malfoys?

Who is not twenty-eight pureblood?

"Looks like I'm going to teach you a lesson, Malfoy!" He pulled out his wand angrily and said threateningly, "I'll make your face full of pockmarks and make your teeth look worse than that mudblood from Gryffindor. What does it look like?”

Hearing this, Cyrus, who was still a little angry, suddenly laughed.

It turns out that these evil little Slytherins are nothing more than that. The most evil way they can think of is just to make people pockmarked. It's really funny.

You know, just now Cyrus planned to hang Marcus up first, then take off his pants and stuff his head into the toilet.

"Then do as you say."

"What--"

"Expelliarmus!" Cyrus didn't even take out his wand, but directly shot out a red light with his bare hands, knocking down Marcus's wand.

He casually took it and held the other person's wand in his hand.

The wand is made of blackthorn wood, and the core doesn't look like unicorn hair. Cyrus flicked it slightly, and it felt much easier to use than Draco's awkward wand. He believed that the core of the wand might be the dragon's heartstrings or the nerves of a fire dragon.

then--

"The front teeth match the stick!"

A curse immediately hit Marcus, and then his two front teeth began to grow crazily, turning his otherwise good gorilla face into a rabbit face. It's a pity that he is not as cute as a rabbit.

Marcus was surrounded by the pain of teething. The protruding teeth stretched his mouth open, making it impossible for him to speak a word. All he could do was whimper.

In the common room, other people had already discovered this scene. They looked panicked and rushed out to find Snape.

Cyrus turned a blind eye, never taking such a skirmish to heart in the first place.

Instead, he mercilessly released a magic spell towards Marcus again.

This time, his face was like a blooming gypsophila, covered with dense black spots.

Marcus was rolling on the ground in pain.

"I hope you can learn your lesson and be more respectful to me next time." Cyrus no longer looked at Marcus and found a comfortable position to sit down on the sofa.

"Also, I won't be participating in Quidditch training, but I will be here during the game."

There is really no need to participate in Quidditch training. The Quidditch competition this semester will be canceled because of him anyway, but he does plan to participate in the competition. Although he has no interest in Quidditch, if he doesn't participate, wouldn't Draco be kicked out of the team?

He didn't want to make his "close friend" sad.

Not long after, Snape arrived with a gloomy expression.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Marcus Flint rolling on the ground. The other little wizards were frightened and surrounded the culprit sitting on the sofa.

Marcus Flint again?

First he was hung from the ceiling by a first-year student, and now he was beaten and rolled all over the floor by Malfoy.

But Snape actually knew very well that although Marcus' grades were not very good, it was impossible to say that he was a waste.

Ginny Weasley beat him because she had "something wrong". But how could Draco Malfoy beat the other person like this?

He knew how much Draco Malfoy was capable of. Snape had taken great care of him since he entered Hogwarts. The purpose is to repay the kindness he received from Lucius for helping him back then.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone how much Draco weighed.

At best, he is on the same level as Pott, or even a little bit worse. He can actually defeat Flint?

He lowered his head and glanced at the embarrassed Marcus. After finding that the other man was fine, he immediately called two classmates to take him to the school doctor's office. Then he turned to question Cyrus.

"What's going on, Malfoy?"

"Nothing?" Cyrus spread his hands and looked directly into Snape's eyes, "I was sitting on the sofa this morning, and then Flint came over and asked me to go to training. I asked him not to point fingers at me, and he just Threatened to make my face pockmarked and my teeth to be as big as Miss Granger.

"He was the one who threatened me first, Professor! That's why I hit him back in the same way. Using the 'Expelliarmus' you taught us in the dueling club last time."

"Have you learned it?" Snape's tone rarely contained a hint of surprise. He had only demonstrated the disarming spell once, but he didn't expect that someone actually learned it.

Cyrus nodded. He didn't boast that he could cast spells without a wand.

"Next time something like this happens, come to me directly!" He obviously knew that Cyrus was not lying. "I promised your father to take care of you, but don't cause trouble for me."

Hearing this, Cyrus immediately nodded obediently.