Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 15: Ball game
The days passed quickly, and after November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground.
Malfoy at the dining table couldn't help but yawned. Yesterday he read a book very late, because he thought that today is the Quidditch game and basically the whole school does not have classes, so he stayed up for a while. But unexpectedly, he was forcibly pulled from the bed by Pansy this morning.
"First, why can girls go to the men’s bed at will? Second, why are everyone so enthusiastic about this game?" Malfoy repeated his movements mechanically against two large black circles, and stuffed the bread into it. In his own mouth. Can not help but slander.
"Today is the most critical day. If we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us." Pansy next to Malfoy analyzed the situation of Quidditch and its impact on the College Cup.
"In any case, Dumbledore will give Harry the Academy Cup this year to the Lions in order to gain prestige." Malfoy knew it well, but he wouldn't say it.
"What's more, other people still have the protagonist's aura. The golden snitch flies directly into his mouth, how can I win here." Naturally, these words are impossible to tell Pansy. Malfoy can only say a few perfunctory words: "As for 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 is still Gryffindor's seeker, and their captain also said that it is a secret weapon. What is the role of the first grade? Can't cheat?" Pansy said while taking it. I took two pieces of bread and smeared the middle with jam.
"Miss, when it comes to cheating, most people will first think about our college." Malfoy wanted to laugh. When it comes to Quidditch, Slytherin's cheating is not counted, but there are so many small moves that many people actually don't have a good impression of their team.
"You're almost there." Pansy looked expectantly at Malfoy. "Suppress their arrogance severely."
"Don't come to this set. I'm not interested. I wouldn't go to the game if you told me to do it today." Malfoy naturally refused.
"Not interested? That means you are still very good, right?" Pansy seemed to seize the loophole in Malfoy's words.
"Don't talk while eating." Malfoy slipped a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth. 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 for half a day before it was completely resolved. He also drank a big mouthful of honey tea.
"You are murdering me when you ask me to participate in those activities. You know..."
"Time is life." Pansy said strangely. "Are you annoying, what's wrong with my murder? You are willing to go today, but you are not willing to go too."
"Fine, good." Malfoy waved his hand to exhort.
"Just collect the information about the Dark Lord." Malfoy tried his best to convince himself that today's event was meaningful.
"It's about the same." Pansy raised his head, seeming 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 seats were almost raised to mid-empty, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game.
Due to Pansy’s high enthusiasm, Malfoy and her came early, and the seats were also considered forward, but for this kind of game, the difference between the front and rear seats is not much.
"It's bad." Pansy patted his forehead. "I forgot to bring my binoculars." Then he looked at Malfoy blankly, hoping that he would have a solution.
"Don't look at me, or should I try it with a flying curse?"
"Go to hell." Malfoy was joking, and it was too far from the bedroom. There is also a distance limit for the Flying Curse, and Dumbledore's shot may still be successful.
"Actually, if you don't see clearly, the blow will be lighter." Malfoy thought.
"Close your eyes." Malfoy said softly, still preparing to fulfill Pansy's wish.
Pansy immediately followed suit.
"I'm not arrogant at all when I'm asking." Malfoy couldn't help laughing.
"The horizon is wide!" Malfoy chanted the spell softly.
As a sorcerer who pursues progress, his own magic spell can be said to be a demarcation point. In a sense, only after he creates or improves a magic spell can he truly enter the room in the magic field, otherwise Can only be regarded as picking up the teeth of the predecessors. Professor Lockhart, who will be coaching next year, is said to be mediocre, but his improved "forgetting nothing" is still very popular in the magical world.
"Innovation is the primary productive force." Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.
"The first magic spell he created 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 ruthless has long been deeply rooted in his genes. If he could, Malfoy would of course also want to create a killing curse like "Shen Feng Wuying", but it seemed that it had already backfired.
"Supportive is also good." Malfoy could only comfort himself.
"You can open your eyes."
"Now I finally understand the reason why you ran to the library in one day." Pansy looked towards the center of the court and felt like listening to the captain's words around the Slytherin players, any Slytherin The small movements of the players couldn't escape her eyes, and she even saw the spitting stars splashed when Flint spoke.
"So-and-so," Pansy commented. "I still want to hear what they are saying."
"I really can't do this." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.
"It's useless." Pansy curled his lips.
"Hey, do you count as crossing the river to demolish the bridge."
"Don't make noise, the game is about to start."
"Sure enough, no matter which world female football fan is, it is unreasonable." Malfoy felt a little injured.
The game is about to begin, and Mrs. Hooch is standing in the center of the court as the referee, holding her flying broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.
The stands on the periphery of the stadium are full of people, some people are pulling banners, and some people are shaking their own small flags. Some people use telescopes to observe teammates on both sides quietly and intently. Some people are wandering. Yes, it was Malfoy, he was looking around when everyone else was looking forward to the game.
"Infatuated professor, he will continue to be a nanny for her son after the beloved one dies." Soon Malfoy saw Snape, still with that cold look, but his eyes were always here. Profit.
his eyes moved, and Malfoy soon saw Professor Quirrell wearing a turban.
"This is the real lucky E. You can meet the Dark Lord in the wild." Malfoy sighed. "However, BOSS only uses you as cannon fodder."
moved his gaze again and swept across the tallest row. He saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, and Simonaway and others beside him. They were holding a banner made of sheets with the words Potter will win, and a lion symbolizing Gryffindor is drawn below, and Hermione chants softly, making the paint on the banner sparkle with different colors.
The players on both sides gradually moved closer to the center, and Mrs. Hooch raised her own volume: "Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." Madam Hooch's eyes stayed in Slytherin when she spoke. The captain of the team was obviously giving a special warning.
"Please ride on the flying broomstick."
Both players rode their broomsticks.
Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.
Fifteen flying broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game started.
"Equipment rolling, how do you play this?" Malfoy's eyesight is very good, and he can see the situation on the field without applying magic. However, he couldn't help shook his head when he saw the speed of the crowd during takeoff. "No wonder the team has to sponsor the next year, the gap is too big." Harry took the lead and rushed into the sky holding the broom. The players of Slytherin and Fendor are clearly behind him.
You come and go in the following game, and Malfoy just feels dull. The existence of the Golden Snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this kind of game, and the game that puts the outcome of the game on one person is really unattractive.
"Whoever will go up and use the ghost fly ball to get two or three hundred points to beat this rule." Malfoy could not help but think maliciously.
" Gryffindor’s goalkeeper Wood made a beautiful move and broke the ball. Now it’s Gryffindor taking the ball—that’s Gryffindor’s chaser Katie Bell. Over the court, rushing around Flint quickly-oops-that must be painful." Li Jordan's voice echoed loudly over the court. Malfoy only felt sad for the professionalism of this event. As a commentator, how can there be such a clear bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful and perfect when he gets the ball. Slytherin had nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a sentence from his previous life: "Long live Italy." The commentator who said this sentence was often sprayed.
Then the game continued. Flint fouled, he slammed into Harry and gave Gryffindor a free kick. But it seems that they did not grasp this opportunity.
At this moment, Harry on the court seemed to feel something wrong with his broomstick. He can't direct it at all. Flying broomstick turned left and right and shuttled in the air, swaying violently from time to time with "swooshing", and almost fell him from above.
"Ron, you see, Harry's broomstick is a little abnormal." Hermione seemed to have noticed the problem first.
Harry's broom twitched and twisted wildly all the way, slowly and higher and higher to keep Harry away from the arena.
"Harry's talent is as powerful as his father, don't worry." Hagrid muttered. Because of his magical creatures, he had to be a little late. "This must be a Gryffindor's strategy, you know—it's impossible!" Hagrid yelled suddenly.
At the moment, all the people in the stands pointed upwards at Harry. His broomstick started to churn and roll, and Harry could barely support it from falling. Suddenly, there was another crazy twist of the flying broomstick, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick with only one hand and hangs it in the air.
"Did Flint have a problem with the broomstick when he hit him just now?" Seamus whispered.
"That's the latest light wheel 2000." Ron's voice trembled a little.
"It must be black magic." Hermione gave her own inference, talking about the telescope that had taken Hagrid, but instead of looking at the court, she looked at the crowd in the stands.
Soon she seemed to have found the target and quickly left the small group in Gryffindor.
"Little girl is going to act." Malfoy watched Hermione squeeze through the crowd with difficulty and came to the stand where Snape was.
"It's a pity that I found the wrong person." Malfoy rubbed his nose and sat watching the show.
"IQ is worrying." Malfoy stared at Quirrell, who was interrupted by Hermione inadvertently. He couldn't help but laugh. How old was his experience to solve Harry in full view. Dumbledore is not a vegetarian, even if Without Hermione's misplay, it would be impossible for Old Deng to cause Harry to have an accident.
The effect of the curse ceased, and Harry's broomstick returned to normal.
Suddenly there was a tidal wave of cheers from the stands, and people stood up and clapped their hands. Harry spit out the golden snitch in his mouth, waved his broom, and said, "I caught the snitch!" Li Jordan announced the result of the game loudly, 170 points ~IndoMTL.com~Gryffindor won the game.
"Damn it." Pansy said bitterly.
"So what you pinched is my leg, eldest lady." Malfoy only felt a tingling in his thigh, Pansy pinched him hard, as if to vent, as to whose pinch was it. The legs are not Pansy's concern.
"Never sit with female fans again." Malfoy said to himself secretly.
"Finally, a two-second silence for Mr. Snape whose robes were burned." Malfoy finally glanced in silence at the professor who had been smashed by Hermione.
"Let's go." Pansy stood up angrily, and was thrown back into the chair after just a step.
"The horizon is as before!" Malfoy couldn't help but smile. Obviously, Pansy, who hadn't solved the curse, couldn't notice his feet.
"Get up." Malfoy reached out and prepared to pull Pansy up and take her away. But she lowered her head as if thinking about something.
"They won today as a fluke, right?" Pansy suddenly looked at Malfoy and said.
"It's definitely a fluke." Naturally, 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, yes." Malfoy felt as though he was being slapped.
"Very good, I am in a much better mood now." A smile suddenly appeared on Pansy's face, like a ray of sunshine cast by the rainy clouds. "Let's go." Pansy said happily, it seems that the loss of the game has no effect on her.
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