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.

Now is not the time to close the school. We must proceed step by step, so that they will think that the situation is not too serious. It is best to let Dumbledore leave the school smoothly. By that time, it will be much more convenient.

"We still need to contact Lucius more often."

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 giant green gorilla.

"Malfoy--" Marcus Flint frowned, "Why are you still here? Go to Quidditch practice! If we win the match against Ravenclaw, we still have a chance to play."

Last semester, Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the Quidditch game, when they had the most advanced brooms and had an absolute advantage. However, Malfoy was so busy mocking Harry that he forgot he was still in the game and missed the opportunity to get the Golden Snitch first.

After that, Marcus Flint was very dissatisfied with Malfoy. But who made Malfoy's father a school director, and Slytherin's broom was donated by his family? Even if he was dissatisfied, he could only endure it.

According to the schedule, each college actually has to play a game with the other three colleges, and the final victory is actually calculated according to the score during the game. They have lost a game now, if they exceed Ravenclaw by 300 points, they still have a chance to enter the finals.

In fact, they have a great chance of winning, and the gap between the brooms is difficult to make up.

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

Even the most important Seeker in the team had this attitude, and the other players inevitably began to slack off. With such an attitude, it would be hard to win! Therefore, when Marcus saw Malfoy doing nothing, he immediately angrily held him accountable.

"Malfoy! I made an exception and let you be the Seeker, not just to lose the game!" He strode to Cyrus, his angry face like a twisted gorilla, "Because of you, the quality of our team's Seeker is much worse than that of other teams! And we can't pull more than 150 points ahead of other teams before the Golden Snitch appears, understand?"

"If you still have this attitude! I will definitely kick you out of the team!" Marcus became more and more excited, and finally he stretched out his finger and poked Cyrus' chest hard.

This annoyed Cyrus.

“Bang!”

Cyrus coldly slapped Marcus' hand away.

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

Not to mention that he himself didn't like being told what to do, the owner of this body, Draco, was his "close friend"! How could he let someone bully him like this? "How dare you humiliate me?!" Marcus's gorilla face immediately turned red.

He felt humiliated. Ever since the fight club incident, everyone knew that he was literally hung up and beaten by a freshman, and he was ridiculed a lot because of it.

Of course, in response to these ridicules, he would simply use brute force to shut those people up!

But now, a little Draco Malfoy actually dared to open his wounds and rub salt into them?

So what about the Malfoy family? Whose family doesn't have 28 pure bloods? "Looks like I have to teach you a lesson, Malfoy!" He pulled out his wand menacingly, saying, "How about making your face full of pockmarks and making your teeth longer than that mudblood from Gryffindor?"

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

It turns out that these evil Slytherin little rascals are just like this. The most vicious way they can think of is to give people pockmarks. It's really funny.

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

"Then do as you say."

"What--"

"Disarm you!" Cyrus didn't even pull out his wand. He just shot out a red light with his bare hands and knocked down Marcus' wand.

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

then--

"The front teeth are like sticks!"

An evil curse immediately hit Marcus, and then his two front teeth began to grow wildly, turning his good-looking gorilla face into a rabbit face. It was a pity that he didn't look as cute as a rabbit.

Marcus was surrounded by the pain of growing teeth, and the protruding teeth stretched his mouth open, making him unable to speak a word. He could only whimper.

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

Cyrus turned a blind eye to this. He never took such a small conflict seriously from the beginning.

Instead, he mercilessly cast another spell at Marcus.

Now, his face was covered with dense black spots, like a sky full of blooming stars.

Marcus rolled on the ground in pain.

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

"Also, I won't be attending Quidditch practice, but I will be here during the games."

There was really no need to attend Quidditch training, and the Quidditch match this semester would be cancelled because of him anyway, but he did plan to participate in the match. Although he had no interest in Quidditch, if he didn'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 face.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Marcus Flint rolling on the ground. The other little wizards were surrounding the culprit who was sitting on the sofa in fear.

Marcus Flint again?

First he was hung on the ceiling by a first-year student, and now he was beaten to the ground by Malfoy.

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

Ginny Weasley was able to beat him because she had "problems". But how could Draco Malfoy beat him like this? He knew how capable Draco Malfoy was. Snape had taken great care of him since the boy entered Hogwarts. This was to repay the kindness of Lucius for his help.

Therefore, he knew Draco's strengths and weaknesses better than anyone else.

At best, he is at the same level as Pott, or even a little worse, so how could he defeat Flint?

He looked down at the disheveled Marcus, and after finding that he was not seriously injured, he immediately asked two classmates to take him to the school clinic. Then he turned around and questioned Cyrus.

"What's going on, Malfoy?"

"Nothing?" Cyrus spread his hands and looked Snape in the eye. "I was sitting on the sofa this morning, and then Flint came to ask me to go to training. I asked him not to point fingers at me, and he threatened to make my face full of pockmarks and my teeth as big as Miss Granger's.

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

"You learned it?" Snape's tone was rarely surprised. He had only demonstrated the Disarming Spell once, but he didn't expect that someone would actually learn it.

Cyrus nodded. He did not boast about his wandless magic.

"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.

(End of this chapter)