The days passed quickly, and after entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were grey and covered with ice and snow, and the lake was cold and hard like hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground.
Malfoy at the table couldn't help but yawn. Yesterday he read a book late, because he thought that today is the Quidditch game and the whole school was not on holiday, so he stayed a little late. But unexpectedly, he was forcibly pulled from bed by Pansy this morning.
"First, why can girls go to men's dormitory at will? Second, why is everyone so enthusiastic about this game?" Malfoy, with two huge dark circles, mechanically repeated the action and stuffed the bread into his mouth in. Heart can not help but defamation.
"Today is the most crucial day. If we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us." Pansy was analyzing the situation of Quidditch and the impact on the Academy Cup next to Malfoy.
"In any case, Dumbledore will give this year's College Cup to the Lions College in order to give Harry a reputation." Malfoy knew it, but he would not say it.
"Not to mention that others have the protagonist aura, the golden thief flew directly into his mouth, how can he still win here." These words are naturally impossible to say to Pansy. Malfoy can only give a few perfunctory words: "On the small bodies of Gryffindor, our team can definitely crush them, so don't worry about it."
"By the way, I heard that the savior or Gryffindor's seeker. What other secret weapon did their captain say? What can the first grade do? Will it cheat?" Pansy said while taking two pieces The bread spread jam in the middle.
"Miss, when it comes to cheating, the average person will first think of our college." Malfoy wanted to laugh a little. Speaking of Quidditch, Slytherin cheating is not a big deal, but there are a lot of small moves, so that many people do not have a good impression of their team.
"You are almost there." Pansy gave Malfoy the look that he expected. "Squeeze their arrogance hard."
"I'm not interested in this one, I won't be interested. I won't go to watch the game if you call me today." Malfoy naturally refused.
"I'm not interested? That's because you're actually very powerful, right?" Pansy seemed to catch the loophole in Malfoy's words.
"Don't talk while eating." Malfoy tucked a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth, and then Pansy could only make a slight whine, staring at Malfoy bitterly.
"Do you want to murder me?" The piece of bread seemed a bit big, and Pansy swallowed it halfway before it was completely resolved, and drank a big sip of honey tea.
"You are asking me to participate in those activities is also murdering me. You know..."
"Time is life." Pansy said strangely. "Don't bother me, what happened to my murder? Today you are willing to go, and you are not willing to go."
"Go everywhere." Malfoy waved his hand.
"It's time to collect the Dark Lord's data." Malfoy tried to convince himself to make himself feel that today's activities are meaningful.
"It's almost the same." Pan Xi raised his head and seemed to declare his victory again.
At eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch Stadium. Many students also brought binoculars. The seat was almost halfway up, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game.
Due to the high enthusiasm of Pansy, Malfoy and her came too early, and the seat position is also considered to be front, but for this kind of game, the difference between the front and rear seats is actually not big.
"Oops." Pansy slapped his forehead. "I forgot to bring my telescope." Then I stared at Malfoy, expecting him to have a solution.
"Don't look at me, why don't I try it with a flying charm?"
"Go to hell." Malfoy was joking, and it was too far from the bedroom. The flying mantra is also limited in distance, and Dumbledore's shot may be successful.
"Actually, I can't see clearly, and I'll be lighter." Malfoy thought.
"Close your eyes." Malfoy said softly, still ready to satisfy Pansy's wishes.
Pansi obediently followed suit.
"It's not arrogant at all when asking for people." Malfoy couldn't help laughing.
"The horizon is broad!" Malfoy chanted the spell softly.
As a wizard who pursues self-improvement, self-made magic spells can be said to be a dividing point. In a sense, only after you create or improve a magic spell can you really count as a room in the magic field, otherwise you can only count Pick up the predecessor teeth wisdom. Professor Lockhart, who will be coaching next year, is mediocre, but his improved "one-forget-all" still relies on the magic world.
"Innovation is the first productive force." Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.
"The first self-made curse was actually used in such a place." Malfoy didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As far as human nature is concerned, being brave and aggressive has long been deeply entrenched in genes. Of course, Malfoy also wants to create a killing spell similar to "Shen Feng Wu Ying", but it seems that it has been counterproductive.
"The auxiliary ones are also good." Malfoy could only comfort himself.
"I can open my eyes."
"Now I finally understand the reason why you ran to the library in one day." Pansy looked at the center of the stadium and felt like he was listening to the captain's training around the Slytherin players, any small movements of the Slytherin players. She couldn't escape her eyes, and she even saw the spitting stars spilled when Flint was talking.
"Sloppy." Pansy commented. "I still want to hear what they are saying."
"I really can't do this." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.
"It's really useless." Pansy pouted.
"Hey, are you a cross bridge?"
"Don't be noisy, the game is about to start."
"Sure enough, no matter which world female fans are unreasonable." Malfoy felt a little hurt.
The game is about to start. Mrs. Huo Qi stands as the referee in the center of the court, holding her flying broom in hand, waiting for the players on both sides.
The stands outside the stadium were full of people, some people were pulling banners, and some people were shaking their own small flags. Some people are quietly focused on the teammates of the two sides looking through the telescope. Some people are distracted. That's right, Malfoy. He looked around when everyone else was looking forward to the game.
"Obsidian professor, the beloved is dead and will continue to be a nanny to her son." Soon Malfoy saw Snape, still with a cold look, but his eyes swept from time to time to this Harry.
'S eyes moved, and soon Malfoy saw Professor Chilo, who was wearing a headscarf.
"This is the real lucky E, you can meet the Dark Lord in the wild," Malfoy sighed. "However, BOSS only takes you as cannon fodder."
Moving his gaze again, he scanned the highest row, and he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, beside him, Simoneville and others, who were pulling a banner made of bed sheet, which said Porter must Victory, a lion symbolizing Gryffindor is drawn below, and Hermione chants softly to make the paint on the banner flash different colors.
The players on both sides gradually moved closer to the center, and Mrs. Huo Qi raised her volume: "Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." Mrs. Huo Qi's eyes stayed on the captain of the Slytherin team when she spoke Obviously, he was particularly warned.
"Please ride a flying broom."
Both team members mounted their brooms.
Madam Huo Qi blew her silver whistle.
Fifteen raised the flying broom and lifted high into the sky. The game started.
"Equipment crushing, how to play this?" Malfoy has good eyesight, and can see the situation on the field without applying magic. But he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the speed of the crowd when he took off. "No wonder the team is going to pull sponsors the next year, the gap is too big." I saw Harry rushed into the sky with a broom. Slytherin and Fendo players are clearly behind him.
You will come and go in the subsequent games, Malfoy just feels boring. The existence of the Golden Snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this kind of game. The game that almost puts the victory and defeat of the game on one person is really not worth watching.
"Whoever goes up to take a ghost ball to get two or three hundred points to strike this rule." Malfoy thought maliciously.
"The Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood made a beautiful move and broke the ball. Now it is the Gryffindor team who takes the ball-it is Gryffindor chaser Katie Bell who is above the court. Rushing around swiftly around Flint—oops—it must have hurt." Lee Jordan's voice echoed loudly over the court. Malfoy was sad only for the professionalism of this event. As an explanation, how can there be such obvious bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful and perfect as soon as he gets the ball. Slytherin has nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a sentence from the previous life: "Long live Italy." The narrator who spoke this sentence was also sprayed.
Then the game continued. Flint fouled, he slammed Harry a bit and gave Gryffindor a free kick. But it seems that they did not seize this opportunity.
Harry seemed to feel something wrong with his broom at the moment. He couldn't command it at all. The flying broom turns left and right in the air, shaking violently from time to time, almost falling him from above.
"Ron, you see, Harry's broom is a bit abnormal." Hermione seemed to have discovered the problem first.
Harry's broom twitched and twisted frantically all the way, slowly and increasingly moving Harry away from the field.
"Harry's talent is as strong as his dad, don't worry." Hagrid muttered. Because of his pile of magical creatures, he had to come a little late. "This must be a Gryffindor strategy, you know-impossible!" Hagrid yelled suddenly.
All the people in the stands were pointing up at Harry at the moment. His flying broom started tossing and rolling, and Harry could only barely support it. Suddenly, the flying broom whirled again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grasps the broomstick with only one hand and hangs in the air.
"Is there something wrong with the broomstick when Flint hit him just now?" Simo whispered.
"That's the latest light wheel 2000." Ron's voice shuddered.
"It must be black magic." Hermione gave her inference, saying that she had taken a telescope that had captured Hagrid, but instead of looking at the stadium, she looked at the crowd on the stands.
Soon she seemed to find her goal and quickly left the small group of Gryffindor.
"Little girl is about to move." Malfoy watched Hermione struggle through the crowd, and came to the stand where Snape was.
"It's a pity to find the wrong person." Malfoy touched his nose to sit and watch the show.
"I'm worried about IQ." Malfoy stared at Chilo, who was interrupted by Hermione unintentionally, and couldn't help but laugh. How big did he dare to solve Harry in the eyes of everyone? Dumbledore was not a vegetarian, even if there was no Hermione. It was impossible for Old Deng to make Harry accidental.
The effect of the evil spell ceased, and Harry's broom returned to normal.
Suddenly there was a wave of cheers from the stands, and people got up and clapped their hands. Harry spit out the golden thief in his mouth, waved his broom, and said, "I caught the thief!". Li Jordan announced the result of the game aloud, 170 points to 60, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Gryffindor won the game.
"Damn it." Pansy said bitterly.
"So you are pinching my leg, Missy." Malfoy only felt a tingling in his thigh, and Pansy pinched him fiercely, as if venting, as for who pinched the leg, it was not Pansy was concerned.
"No longer sitting with female fans." Malfoy secretly said to himself.
"Mr. Snape, who burned his robe for two seconds, finally mourned for two seconds." Malfoy finally glanced silently at the professor who had been severely pitted by Hermione.
"Let's go." Pansy stood up vigorously, just stepped back and was thrown back into his chair.
"The horizon is the same as before!" Malfoy couldn't help but smile. Apparently Pansy, who didn't dispel the spell, couldn't notice his feet.
"Get up." Malfoy reached out and prepared to lift Pansy and take her away. But she seemed to be thinking about something with her head down.
"Today they just won by chance, right?" Pansy said, suddenly looking at Malfoy.
"Absolutely a fluke." Malfoy could only follow her.
"We will definitely win next year, right?"
"Of course." Malfoy comforted.
"You will definitely help us get revenge, right?"
"Yes, yes, right." As soon as he spoke, Malfoy felt like he was being put together.
"Very good, I'm in a much better mood now." Pan Xi's face suddenly showed a smile, like a long cloud of rain casting a ray of sunlight. "Let's go." Pansy said happily, it seemed that the loss of the game had no effect on her.
Malfoy: "...."