Celebrating Young Master Malfoy's Election as Hogwarts' Champion!

Draco woke up refreshed early Sunday morning.

Ah— the Champion of Hogwarts, what a glorious title!

He changed into a high-end custom-made white shirt and carefully styled his smooth blond hair in front of the mirror.

Nearly an hour later, Crabbe and Goyle woke up one after the other, and he was patiently adjusting the collar of his silk shirt.

"Draco? What are you doing?"

"Keep your attire elegant and appropriate." Draco said as he fastened a silver snake-shaped cufflink to the cuff of his shirt.

Crabbe leaned closer and saw Draco's face, which seemed to be glowing.

He instinctively raised his hand. "Draco, isn't that a bit much?"

"Exaggeration?" Draco turned to look at the two men, whose hair was a mess from sleeping. "Look at you two, you damn slumbering figures. We are noble Pure-blood Wizard, and we must always maintain elegance and propriety."

After saying that, he got up, opened his wardrobe, picked out two sets of clothes, and threw them to the two of them.

"Hurry up and put it on. If the size is not right, use Transfiguration to adjust it."

Crabbe and Goyle stared at each other blankly.

They've just become Champion at Hogwarts, they don't necessarily have to change their appearances along with them, do they?

"Hurry up and change!"

The boss has spoken, what can the underlings do?

However, this garment feels really good; it's light, thin, and soft, clearly made of the highest quality, top-grade fabric.

Nearly an hour later, Draco, dressed in his school uniform, emerged from the dormitory with two of his underlings.

It's a little past 8 a. m., and there are only a few students in the Slytherin Common Room; most have gone to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Draco tilted his head slightly and slowly walked past several students.

His lazy gaze swept around, as if he were surveying his own territory.

It wasn't until the three people left the common room that the students came to their senses.

"Am I seeing things? Was that Malfoy just now?"

"It can only be him."

Outside the Slytherin dormitories is a dark and damp dungeon, and just a few steps ahead is the headmaster's office.

From afar, Draco saw the office door being pushed open from the inside, followed by the gloomy face of their dean.

"Malfoy, come in here for a moment."

Draco turned and winked at his two underlings, signaling them to wait patiently outside.

He walked gracefully and calmly into Snape's office, and a moment later, a heart-wrenching roar came from inside.

"Impossible! I would rather die than accept Wayne's training!"

Crabbe and Goyle, who were waiting outside, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Snape actually wants Draco to be trained by Wayne?

Could it be that even their School Board Member has succumbed to Wayne's tyranny?

"My dad will never agree!" Another heart-wrenching scream came from inside.

After that sound, the office fell eerily silent.

A few minutes later, Draco, looking ashen-faced, finally emerged.

He lost his earlier elegance and composure, and was completely dazed and confused.

"Draco?"

"Heh-heh-heh-" His laughter was somewhat manic, and as he laughed, he even revealed a look of wanting to devour people.

Crabbe and Goyle instinctively backed away.

As is customary, they were going to get beaten up.

However, Draco didn't make a move this time; he simply said coldly, "Let's go."

Before they even reached the Great Hall, the three of them could hear cheerful laughter coming from inside.

I walked in quickly and saw that there was a new banner hanging on the wall.

"Warmest congratulations to Young Master Malfoy on being selected as Champion of Hogwarts! Gryffindor extends its sincerest congratulations!"

In the very center of the banner was a photo of a clean-cut little white puppy.

Draco's vision went black; he was so angry he almost fainted.

Stay calm! You absolutely must stay calm!

This is nothing but a petty trick that can't be taken seriously. He is Champion now, so he should be magnanimous and not bother with them.

"Hmm—" Draco swaggered toward the Slytherin table with his two underlings.

The joyful laughter suddenly stopped, and the students began to whisper among themselves out of curiosity.

The Little Lions reacted the most, especially the twins who hung the banner up themselves.

If you can tolerate this, it seems we'll have to resort to some drastic measures.

The first Dungbombs is ready, the second stinky fart bomb is loaded.

Just as the twins were about to launch from their target, Madame Maxime led Beauxbatons' students into the Great Hall.

Phoebe no longer covered her face with her scarf, and most of the boys' attention was drawn to her.

This was a good opportunity to launch, but unfortunately, it couldn't be launched.

Beauxbatons were guests, and although the twins were mischievous, they knew their limits.

Madame Maxime glanced at the banner hanging on the wall, and somewhat puzzled, went alone to the staff table.

Her students sat down at the Gryffindor table, Phoebe looked at the picture of the puppy, then turned to look at the Slytherin table with a puzzled expression.

"Hermione, when did your school's Champion turn into dogs?"

Hermione explained to her in a low voice.

If someone tells you that you'll pull out your wand when you break down, how can someone with that kind of mental fortitude be selected as Champion?

Phoebe observed Draco's unpredictable expression from afar, "Uh—so your school's two Champion have such a big grudge?"

Hermione nodded helplessly. "They were alright when we first enrolled, but after half a semester, they became like enemies."

Phoebe suppressed a laugh. "That's wonderful—no, I mean it's such a shame."

It seems that even if the two Champion of Hogwarts don't fight each other, they certainly won't cooperate.

This was fantastic news for her.

Hermione saw Phoebe trying hard to suppress her laughter and hesitated several times, wanting to say something but then stopped herself.

After thinking it over carefully, she felt it was better to say it.

"Well... Vincent took on the task of training them."

"Who?"

Vincent.

The smile on Phoebe's face vanished instantly. "Your boyfriend?"

Hermione gave a soft "hmm".

"Merde!"

After uttering a classic France curse, Phoebe stared longingly at Vincent.

James was feeling quite self-satisfied, thought she was looking at him, and he gave her a rather flirtatious wink.

Alfred shook his head and slapped him on the forehead. "Wake up, he's reading Lao Wen."

James glanced at Vincent, who was exchanging glances with Phoebe beside him, and then opened his mouth and took a big bite of toast.

"Ah Fu, why is it that I never get to have these good opportunities?"

Alfred pointed to his mouth, which was covered in crumbs. "Old James, before you daydream, I suggest you take a look in the mirror."

James angrily opened his mouth and took another big bite of toast.

What does Ah Fu know? He's not sloppy at all; he's just being genuinely honest.