Train to Another World.

Chapter 460 Beating someone
Pojun was not assigned to the same college as Li Zhuoguang, and she was disappointed. But at least they were in the same school, so it was not a problem for them to meet each other on a regular basis. After the sorting, Dumbledore announced the new school rules for this year, which were nothing more than prohibiting entry to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, and then Filch listed a series of prohibited items.

But Li Zhuoguang knew that all this was in vain. The corridor on the fourth floor was destined to be conquered by the man chosen by Dumbledore. And the banned items listed by Filch were less than one-fifth of the purchase list of Zonko's Joke Shop. His behavior would only make the Weasley twins think that he was provoking their inventory.

Dumbledore then introduced this year's new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but no one cared. After all, the old students were already used to professors who only came once a year, and if the professor was not already a famous person, there was no need to even remember his name, as they would not see him next year anyway.

Finally, it was the principal’s opening speech, which was as brief as ever: idiot, crybaby, scum, and twist.

When he heard these four words, Harry looked at Li Zhuoguang at the Slytherin table in astonishment, and Li Zhuoguang also smiled and greeted him. The Malfoy trio, who were sorted to the last house, also came to the table at this time, and sat down in the empty seats with dark blue faces and unhappy expressions.

The three wanted to show off their chicken legs to calm down, but they saw Li Zhuoguang flirting with Harry Potter. Malfoy came over and stared at Li Zhuoguang fiercely: "You were the one who ordered that wild girl to beat me, right? Now she is not in the same college with you, just wait..."

Li Zhuoguang looked at him with an unchanged smile: "Since she can beat you up and make you call her daddy, why do you think I can't do that?"

Malfoy looked at Li Zhuoguang in doubt, and after looking him up and down for a while, he saw that he was indeed not that kind of strong and muscular. But then again, that wild girl was not either.

But Malfoy, who was stubborn, didn't believe that the other party dared to hit him in public: "I don't believe it!"

Li Zhuoguang liked to play with people who thought they were powerful. Since the other party didn't believe him, he felt it necessary to prove it to the other party. So he grabbed Malfoy's neck, pulled his head into his arms, and then beat him fiercely.

Malfoy let out a shrill scream, so loud that everyone in the hall could hear it clearly. All the students and teachers looked over here. For so many years, even if you look through "Hogwarts: A History", you can't find such a bad behavior.

Seeing that it was students from his own college who were causing trouble, Snape immediately stood up and said, "What are you doing?!"

Li Zhuoguang heard Snape's voice and elbowed Malfoy to the ground. Li Zhuoguang immediately stood up and looked at the teacher's seat: "Professor, Malfoy just said that my friend and I were assigned to different colleges and we will definitely become enemies in the future. He also said that my friend is a mudblood and wants me to join his secret group."

Sometimes, it doesn't have to be true to a person's heart to touch his heart. As long as it can stir emotions and resonate with people, that's the charm of novels. Snape looked at Malfoy, who had just gotten up, with a twitching face. Without waiting for him to refute, he shouted, "Twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin, twenty points each. You two will be punished with a month's detention. Come to my office every Friday to see me."

"Professor, I didn't." Malfoy wanted to explain.

"Quibbling, one more month of detention!" Snape knew his friend's only son too well. This also proves from the side how important it is to save face in establishing one's own personality.

Obviously, Malfoy didn't know this. After learning that he would be in confinement for one month longer than Li Zhuoguang, he looked at Li Zhuoguang fiercely: "I swear, I'm going to tell my dad!"

Li Zhuoguang asked, "Excuse me, is your grandfather still alive?"

Malfoy was stunned, not knowing why this person asked this, but he still said subconsciously: "My grandfather passed away many years ago. No, why are you asking this?"

I was thinking, if I beat you up and made you cry, you would call me dad. If I beat your dad up and made him cry, who would he call?
"I'm going to kill you!" Malfoy's face flushed instantly, but he was held down by the senior student next to him. The Slytherins around him looked at the two men unkindly, and one of them said, "The House Cup has always belonged to us Slytherins in recent years, and I hope this year will be no exception. However, you two actually deducted 40 points from the house on the first day of arriving at Hogwarts! Do you want to..."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand: "When did the College Cup have anything to do with our performance?"

That senior was screwed by Li Zhuoguang. If the College Cup is not related to the students' performance, then what else can it be related to? When other students heard this, they turned their heads and looked over.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, Li Zhuoguang spoke freely: "The House Cup is always about the professor's face. Take our Slytherin House Cup for example. Think about it yourself. Is it only after Professor Snape became the dean that we have been occupying it?"

Some senior students recalled that it seemed to be true.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is, as long as our dean continues to shamelessly find fault with other colleges and finds ways to deduct points, and gives us points without any bottom line, won't we get the college cup again this year?

Just like what happened just now. Do you believe that if we were Gryffindor students, Professor McGonagall would definitely deduct 50 points from us, 50 points each."

The young wizards around were all shocked, and many of them looked towards the teacher's seat. Although it was true, it was a bit too bold of you to say it out loud in public.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that no professor in the classroom seemed to have heard Li Zhuoguang's outrageous remarks. But Li Zhuoguang continued, "This method is certainly feasible, but there will still be backlash."

"What backlash?" Everyone became interested.

"Although the deans of other colleges didn't say anything, they all knew it in their hearts. They didn't follow suit, but they were just not as shameless as our dean. But if one day, someone felt that Slytherin shouldn't win the house cup this year, they would just find a pretext and use some trivial matter to give students from other colleges dozens or hundreds of points, and no one would stop it.

The professors will not question whether the extra points are reasonable, and everyone is happy to see Slytherin not get the house cup. "

At this point, someone raised the question: "Are there any other professors in this school who are as... informal as our dean?"

Li Zhuoguang motioned for everyone to look towards the teacher's seat: "Look, does the old man sitting in the middle look like him?"

"You're crazy, that's the principal."

(End of this chapter)