Marvel Plane Trader

"..." In the Slytherin dormitory, Draco Malfoy's whole body was red, tears were streaming down his face, golden lines spread all over his body, and his head and fists were constantly hitting the floor.

 There is nothing I can do, it hurts, it hurts too much.

If possible, Draco wished he could faint from the pain.

 But the fact is that this kind of pain directly affects the deep layers of the brain, making him unable to faint even if he faints.

 You can only use this method of attacking pain with pain to relieve the pressure on your nerves.

The force he hit the floor with was so great that if he had been based on his thin body, he would have lost his arms and legs long ago, and his brains would have been knocked out.

  However, with the effect of the medicine, his physique was constantly strengthening, so except for some slight redness, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

 On the contrary, the floor was made ragged by him.

Under normal circumstances, such a big movement would have alerted the professors at Hogwarts. After all, there are protective barriers in the student dormitories. If it is damaged, it will definitely cause an alarm.

 Fortunately, the barrier stone that Josh gave Draco not only silenced the sound, but also had the ability to isolate magic, so no restrictions were triggered.

 Draco's roommate was also sent out before he used the potion and would not come back within a few hours.

 So no one knows anything about what happened here except Josie and Draco themselves.

 Draco's painful state lasted for nearly an hour before he recovered.

"Boy, are you okay?" Josie looked at Draco opposite, feeling slightly guilty.

He naturally knew the side effects of the Supreme Potion. The severe pain was difficult for adults to bear. For a child of only eleven years old, it was indeed a bit beyond the scope. He was really worried about Draco. Will you be driven crazy by this severe pain?

 But there is no doubt that this potion is the fastest and safest way to make Draco powerful.

Although there is a safer super soldier potion, that thing can only strengthen the body, not the magic power, and the degree of strengthening will not have much effect on the mysterious side of magic.

As for making Draco a divine warrior infused with the power of the Dimension Demon?

That would be even more unfeasible, not to mention that Draco would have to be in Josie's world to operate it, and the risk of the infusion ritual would be higher than that of the Supreme Potion.

“Huh, even though the process was painful, I feel better than ever before!” Facing Josie’s question, Draco raised his head and replied with a long breath.

“That’s good, let’s wait and see how you perform tomorrow night!” Seeing that Draco was holding on and there was nothing unusual, Josie nodded with satisfaction.

He is indeed the child he likes. Although he may have been a little misled by his father Lucius in the past, his potential is still worthy of recognition.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Draco nodded confidently.

“Very good, this momentum is what I want. Then have a good rest and contact me again tomorrow night, Halloween!” Qiao Xi said.

 So the two parties ended the communication.

After ending the communication, Draco first restored it to like new, repaired the floor that he had smashed, and removed the barrier. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and continued to digest what Josie told him. Tomorrow will be What will happen.

 “Troll? I’m really looking forward to it.” Along with a burst of intense fatigue, he soon fell into sleep.

 The time soon came to the next day, Halloween.

As a relatively grand festival, Hogwarts has been filled with the sweet smell of roasted pumpkin since the morning.

 But for the three protagonists, today is not a wonderful day.

 Because the three of them had a conflict.

 In fact, Hermione has stopped talking to Harry and Ron since they went out for a night out at Malfoy's provocation a few days ago.

After all, as a top student in a school for ordinary people, it is obvious that he is disgusted with such serious violations of discipline.

There is no doubt that if the original plot continues, the former top student will sooner or later become the same character as Harry and Ron.

But at least not yet.

 It was also for this reason that Ron's dislike of Hermione increased greatly.

After an argument during flying lessons and Ron's remark after class about who she thought she was next to Harry and that she was a nightmare and that she didn't have a single friend, Hermione was visibly devastated. .

After all, she is just an eleven-year-old girl, how can she bear such naked rejection?

 So for the whole afternoon, Harry and Ron didn't see Hermione again.

　It was not until the Halloween dinner that night that Harry and Ron learned from the conversations of several girls that Hermione was hiding in the women's bathroom and crying secretly.

As the rich dinner began, the two of them quickly forgot about Hermione again.

 Until Professor Quirrell shouted that there was a troll.

 The two boys just remembered Hermione.

Just then he hurriedly ran to Hermione to tell her about the troll. He also met Snape on the way and was delayed for a while to avoid him. So when they found Hermione, they saw a shocking scene.

Hermione Granger, who was supposed to be their good friend, was crying with her head in the arms of Draco, a Slytherin student they regarded as a thief.

 A few meters away from them, there lay a terrifying corpse of a giant monster with its head separated.

"Damn it, Hermione, what are you doing standing with that Slytherin monster?" Harry and Ron, who just saw this scene, paid more attention to Hermione and Draco who looked a little a little bit at this time. In terms of their intimate attitude, Ron especially screamed on the spot.

So that the two of them did not notice that Draco still had a gorgeous long sword in his hand at this time, and the long sword was still dripping with blood, and the blood stains continued to the troll's body.

 In other words, this giant monster was killed by Malfoy with a sword.

Don't ask why Malfoy used a sword to kill this troll instead of magic.

Don’t white robes in some worlds often do this kind of thing? Nothing surprising.

Hearing Ron's shout, Hermione, who had been immersed in Draco's safe embrace, finally raised her head and looked at the two of them.

 It's just that the eyes that used to be friendly, or at best a little dissatisfied, now have a hint of disgust.

"Oh, who did I think it was? It turns out it's Weasley who can't hold up the wall with mud and only dares to whisper behind his back, and our savior who has never seen the world!" Facing the appearance of the two people, Malfoy did not hesitate to ridicule. He said, while not forgetting to pat the girl in his arms to express comfort - I'm here, don't worry!

　　Although Malfoy had given up his obsession with pure blood under Josie's warning, he also established the concept that strength is king according to Josie's words.

 So now, after summing up the past, he looks down upon Ron and Harry even more, and even deeply hates his former self.

"Bastard, who are you talking about?" Facing Malfoy's taunts, Harry and Ron didn't have much endurance, and they immediately wanted to draw their wands.

 “What are you doing?”

Just when another conflict was about to break out, another roar came from not far away.

A few people turned around and saw that Professor McGonagall was charging towards them angrily, followed by Snape and Quirrell.

But Quirrell glanced at the troll and pretended to fall aside, sobbing silently.

 Snape, on the other hand, glanced at Malfoy and the sword in his hand with extremely surprised eyes, and then turned around to check on the troll's body.

Only Professor McGonagall was left staring at the four of them. "What kind of trick are you playing? You are lucky enough not to be killed by it. Tell me, why don't you listen to me and stay in the dormitory?"

Facing Professor McGonagall’s question, Harry and Ron were trembling and didn’t know what to say.

"No, Professor, Mr. Malfoy is not to blame for this. He came to see me. We were not in the restaurant before, so we didn't know about the troll, and it was he who killed the troll and saved me!" At this moment, Hermione was the first to speak the truth.

 Her words shocked everyone present.

Even Snape, who had already speculated about this, was the same.

 A first grader killed a troll?

 This is simply a fantasy.

It was also at this time that the people present turned their attention to Malfoy and the **** sword in his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy, did you kill the troll with this sword?" Snape asked with a very strange expression.

 Use a long sword to kill trolls? Are you really my Slytherin student and not a Gryffindor?

　　Slashing people with swords is something only those reckless people in Gryffindor can do.

Of the four major academies’ sacred objects, only Gryffindor’s is a long sword that wizards rarely use.

"Yes, Professor, you know, I'm only a first-year student, I don't know much magic, and I'm inevitably a little weak when facing trolls. But I happened to learn a little swordsmanship..." Malfoy explained.

Hmm, a very reasonable explanation...it’s so reasonable.

With your small body, killing people with a sword is more outrageous than killing people with a wand, okay?

Although Malfoy's body has been thoroughly strengthened and is no longer weaker than a dragon's body, the change in appearance is not significant. He just looks a little stronger than the average student.

 But compared with the giant monster, it is not on the same level at all.

 But in the current situation, it seems that Malfoy is not lying.

 The troll's fatal wound was a blow that severed his head, and the wound matched perfectly with the sword in Malfoy's hand.

 There was even a witness named Hermione.

 Did this dude really kill the troll?

 Professor McGonagall and Snape couldn't help but feel entangled.

That's right, in their eyes, the former Malfoy was just a **** from a big family.

Just as they were struggling, Quirrell, who was still pretending to be dizzy not far away, had his head lowered and his eyes looked uncertain.

 (End of this chapter)