Hogwarts: Who uses a crowbar in wizard duels?

The next morning.

A loud crash woke Kevin and the others from their sleep.

After attending the wedding last night, they all returned to Harry's apartment building and had a good night's sleep.

Three boys share one room, and two girls share one room.

As a result, they were woken up before dawn.

"What happened, Harry? Did your bathroom explode?"

"Your toilet just exploded..."

Kevin yawned and slowly complained, while Harry, who shared a room with him, instinctively retorted with sleepy eyes.

"Whose toilet exploded?"

On the other side, Ron also popped his head up, clearly still half asleep, and asked a question in a daze.

"Your home."

Kevin and Harry exchanged a glance and spoke at the same time.

"real?"

"..."

The two remained silent, ignoring Ron, and got up to leave the room, where they encountered Hermione and Ginny peeking out from the next room.

"You guys keep sleeping, Harry and I will go down and check."

Kevin waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to worry about it, and then walked downstairs with Harry.

As soon as they reached the second floor, they heard strange knocking sounds. Looking down into the corridor, they saw Dobby repeatedly banging his head against the threshold.

He kept muttering something, like Dobby was a free little elf, and he was just Dobby's former owner, and other nonsense.

Harry and Kevin were already immune to Dobby's occasional erratic behavior, so they ignored Dobby and looked toward the actual scene of the accident.

The toilet on the second floor.

Inside lay Draco, whom they hadn't seen for over a month, looking utterly disheveled.

His appearance at this moment was quite remarkable.

With a toilet plunger stuck in his head and soaking wet tissues scattered all over the floor, he lay beside the broken toilet, his face contorted in pain. The toilet pipe was also broken, and water was gushing out, soaking Draco completely.

"Draco, why did you blow up Harry's bathroom...?"

"Yeah, why did you blow up my toilet?"

Kevin and Harry, though confused, still joked around.

To be honest, this was Draco's first time visiting Harry's house, and he never expected to arrive looking like this.

Kevin finally understood why Dobby had suddenly gone crazy again: it was because he had encountered his former family again, causing a conflict in the code within his brain.

When faced with Harry and Kevin's words, Draco immediately launched into a tirade.

"I'm swearing in England, stop making sarcastic remarks and pull me up right now, I feel like my back is going to break."

Kevin then waved his hand with a cheerful smile, and the chaotic scene was immediately repaired automatically, with all the water stains on the ground and Draco's body cleaned up.

Then, with a casual tug, he pulled the toilet plunger off Draco's head and lifted Draco up.

Kevin looked at Draco, who was clutching his aching back, and said with a smile.

"I was just thinking about whether I should go to your place to bail someone out today, and then you showed up looking so fresh and beautiful."

In a physical sense, it means watery and fresh.

Before Draco could say anything, Sirius arrived late, scratching his stomach and yawning as he walked over.

"You little brats, can't you behave yourselves this early in the morning...?"

"...Huh? What the hell? When did you get here? Weren't you locked up and disciplined by Grindelwald?"

Sirius looked the group up and down, about to say something, but then suddenly realized that Draco shouldn't be there.

"..."

Upon hearing Sirius's lewd words, Draco glanced at Kevin expressionlessly. Noticing that Kevin was avoiding his gaze, he immediately understood that Kevin was the one ruining his reputation.

......

morning.

Everyone got up and sat around chatting in the second-floor lobby.

"So you're not good at Apparate and you just fell right into the toilet."

"...Hmm." Draco nodded after a moment of silence in response to Harry's question.

"Hahaha! Idiot!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, Ron leaned in and mocked him.

"I'm fucking idiot."

Draco and Ron immediately got into a tug-of-war.

They were already used to the two men's behavior.

"Ron, don't be too happy yet. At least Della learned Apparate and landed safely."

"Although the landing posture and location weren't perfect, at least it was a success."

At this moment, Kevin spoke up.

Ron paused for a moment, then realized, "Oh yeah, Draco has already learned Apparition."

This is something they can only learn after they reach adulthood in their seventh year, and it requires the Ministry of Magic to send someone to teach them, and everyone must pay tuition before they can learn it.

As for Kevin? That guy can't be generalized.

"You bastard, you ran away!"

After a moment of silence, Ron switched from defense to offense and started fighting with Draco.

The others could only watch speechlessly as they bickered.

At this point, Harry curiously asked about Grindelwald.

"So, Draco, Grindelwald really was training you? What did he do at your house this holiday?"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Draco stopped his bickering with Ron and immediately retorted.

"Is that what he calls training? He spends all his time drinking tea or walking his birds, and only assigns me a few inhumane tasks when he has nothing else to do."

"What kind of feats are these: navigating a maze filled with poisonous tentacles, enduring a giant monster for half an hour without a wand, and continuously casting spells until magic is depleted, taking a hit for every pause—all sorts of things!"

Draco gave them examples of the tasks Grindelwald had assigned him.

It sounds like Grindelwald did indeed teach Draco a lot.

Although the process was not easy.

"The key is my dad. He thinks I'm getting a huge advantage, and he helps Grindelwald monitor me every day, and helps Grindelwald torture me."

"They wouldn't even let me come to you. If my mom hadn't stood up for me, you probably would have had to come and bail me out."

Draco's complaints then turned to Lucius, muttering something like, "Bury them separately, one in the house and one in Antarctica."

After hearing Draco's story, the group found it amusing.

To be fair, Draco did benefit in some ways.

But Draco doesn't actually need it.

He is the sole heir to the Malfoy family business and is destined to follow in his father's footsteps.

Inheriting a family business doesn't require fighting; the inherited business is simply about doing business and doesn't require much physical strength.

As for studying more to get good grades in the future, that's even less necessary. Graduation certificates are for people without connections.

For Malfoy, it was just a gilded coating, icing on the cake.

So he really doesn't need Grindelwald's special training.

Of course, having some weapons for protection is a good thing, at least it saves you the money of hiring bodyguards, right?

"Stop complaining. At least judging from your appearance, you'll be able to outdo them in terms of strength in the future."

"That's true."

As Draco spoke, he looked at Ron beneath him, who was completely powerless to resist, and chuckled maliciously.

Ron felt a sudden tightness in his anus; something terrible was about to happen.