Ivan looked at Malfoy, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised an arc of unknown meaning, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth. Then, he slowly clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a slight crisp sound. His muscles were as tight as a bowstring. The next moment, the fist, with the sound of wind, hit Malfoy's eyes fiercely.
Although he changed his body and lost the blessing of true qi, he couldn't punch through the table with one punch, but the experience of fighting with Er Gouzi for a long time has been remembered in the depths of his soul. Hit the eyes first to destroy the opponent's vision. Then hit Malfoy's nose with another punch. Immediately, two streams of blood flowed from Malfoy's nostrils.
Malfoy was instantly confused. Don't wizards all pay attention to temperament? They have to throw gloves before the decisive battle. They keep a distance to prepare. Why doesn't this Ivan play according to the routine? He started fighting as soon as he said he would, and it was a physical fight. Oh my God. What a barbarian!
Ivan doesn't care what Malfoy thinks in his mind. He will kill him while he is sick. This is the experience Ivan summed up from fighting with Er Gouzi. Ivan punched Malfoy in the stomach again. Malfoy's face flushed instantly, his facial features twisted into a ball, and he uttered a hoarse groan. His body flew backwards uncontrollably, fell heavily to the ground, and stirred up a cloud of dust.
The students around him were completely panicked and shocked. Screams and exclamations came one after another. The crowd was like a lake with boulders thrown into it, and ripples appeared instantly. Some timid girls even covered their eyes in fear, while more students stared at this incredible conflict in amazement. For a moment, no one could come back to their senses to stop it.
Ivan had no intention of stopping at all. He took advantage of the victory and rode on the fallen Malfoy. He opened his fists left and right, and hit the other's cheek like raindrops. Malfoy's nosebleed splattered, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He instinctively raised his hand to block Ivan's fist, but Ivan was too fast. Malfoy's defense was useless and he could only groan in pain.
The students at the Slytherin table were stunned by the sudden violence, and it took them several seconds to realize what was happening. Goyle, who was sitting near Ivan, stood up first, the fat on his face trembling, trying to pull Ivan away from Malfoy. He reached out to pull Ivan's shoulder and stammered, "Stop! You're crazy!" Ivan felt the pull from behind, and punched Goyle in the face with his backhand, hitting Goyle's nose. Goyle screamed, staggered back, holding his nose, blood oozing from between his fingers, he retreated to the table, sat down on the bench, and collapsed, as if he had lost the strength to resist. Crabbe saw this, his face sank, grabbed a roasted chicken leg on the table, and swung it at Ivan's head. Ivan caught a glimpse of the direction where the chicken leg was flying, quickly turned his head to avoid it, picked up the plate at hand, and smashed it hard at Crabbe's face. The plate collided with Crabbe's face, making a dull sound. Crabbe's head was knocked back, blood flowed from his forehead, he staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, covering his head and groaning.
The entire Slytherin table was in complete chaos. Students stood up one after another, trying to stop Ivan, but were frightened by his fierce momentum. For a while, no one dared to step forward rashly. In the chaos, a pale and slender hand suddenly grabbed Ivan's shoulder. The force was not great, but it carried a kind of pressure that could not be resisted.
Ivan turned around and saw Professor Snape staring at him coldly. Snape's face was livid, and his mouth was tightly pursed, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger. His voice was low and cold, with a hint of threat: "Enough, stop."
Snape did not look at Ivan again, but walked quickly to Malfoy and bent down to check his injuries. Malfoy's nose and mouth were bleeding, and there were several bruises on his cheeks. He was in a mess and lay on the ground groaning. Snape frowned and whispered a spell
"Episkey"
With a light wave of the wand, the blood and bruises on Malfoy's face began to gradually disappear, and the nosebleed stopped.
Ivan looked at Professor Snape. He felt that there was a power similar to spiritual power condensing on the wand, and then shot into Malfoy's body, repairing his injuries. Malfoy recovered instantly, but he was still mentally depressed. He looked at Ivan evasively and did not dare to look at Ivan.
"Grandmaster, do you see it? This is magic, and the healing effect is very good." Ivan communicated with Grandmaster's mind.
I really want to learn it. I wonder which one has a better healing effect compared to Taoism?
The Grandmaster's ring flashed, indicating that he also saw it.
"Slytherin, deduct 5 points." Professor Snape glared at Ivan and Malfoy.
When the young wizards around heard that their school had been deducted points before the school officially started, their faces were full of anger towards the two of them.
A fight broke out on the first day of school, and Ivan and Malfoy from Slytherin became famous in the school. Ivan was given the title of "Mad Demon". Fearing that Ivan would bleed with his classmates again, Ivan was given a single dormitory, ah, a single dormitory. This disappointed Ivan, who had originally wanted to exchange more magic experiences with his classmates. But it was convenient to be alone, after all, he still needed to support his ancestors.