The days go by quickly, and as we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The mountains around the school are gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake is cold and hard like hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

Malfoy, who was at the dinner table, couldn't help but yawn, he read late yesterday, because he thought that today was a Quidditch tournament and the whole school didn't have to go to class, so he stayed up a little late. Unexpectedly, however, he was forcibly pulled out of bed by Pansy this morning.

"First, why are girls allowed to go to the boys' dormitory at will, and second, why is everyone so fanatical about this competition?" Malfoy mechanically repeated the action with two large dark circles under his eyes, shoving the bread into his mouth. I can't help but slander in my heart.

"Today is the most crucial day, if we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us. Pansy was next to Malfoy analyzing the situation in Quidditch and its impact on the House Cup.

"In any case, Dumbledore will give this year's House Cup to the Lion House in order to give Harry prestige. Malfoy knew it, but he wouldn't say it.

"What's more, others still have the aura of the protagonist, the golden snitch flew directly into his mouth, how can he win here. Naturally, none of these words could be said to Pansy. Malfoy could only say a few perfunctory words: "With those little Gryffindors, our team can definitely crush them, so don't worry." ”

"By the way, I heard that the savior is still a Gryffindor Seeker, and their captain said it was a secret weapon. What does a first grade do? can't cheat, does it?" Pansy said as she took two loaves of bread and spread jam in the middle.

"Miss, when it comes to cheating, most people will think about whether our academy is good or not. Malfoy wanted to laugh. When it comes to Quidditch, Slytherin doesn't cheat, but there are so many small moves that many people don't have a good impression of their team.

"You're pretty much there. Pansy gave Malfoy a look of anticipation. "Crack down on their arrogance. ”

"I'm not interested in this set, if you hadn't called me today, I wouldn't have watched the game. Malfoy, of course, refused.

"Not interested, you're still pretty good, aren't you?" Pansy seemed to catch a loophole in Malfoy's words.

"Don't talk while eating. Malfoy shoved a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth, and Pansy could only let out a slight whine and glare at Malfoy with hatred.

"You want to murder me?" The loaf of bread seemed to be a bit big, and Pansy swallowed it for half a day before it was completely resolved, and took a large sip of honey tea.

"You're murdering me by asking me to go to those events. You know..."

"Time is of the essence. Pansy said in a strange voice. "What's wrong with me murdering me? Today you are willing to go, and you are not willing to go. ”

"Okay, okay. Malfoy waved his hand for mercy.

"It's time to gather information about the Dark Lord. Malfoy tried to convince himself that today's event was meaningful.

"That's pretty much it. Pansy raised her head, as if to declare her victory once again.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Due to Pansy's enthusiasm, Malfoy and her arrived early and sat at the front, but the difference between the seats and the front and back of the seats was not much for this kind of competition.

"Oops. Pansy slapped herself on the forehead. "I forgot to bring my binoculars. Then he looked at Malfoy, expecting him to have a solution.

"Don't look at me, why don't I try it with the Flying Charm?"

"Die. "Malfoy was joking, it was too far from the dorm. The Flying Charm also has a distance limit, and Dumbledore's shot may be successful.

"Actually, I can't see it clearly, and the blow will be lighter. Malfoy thought to himself.

"Close your eyes. Malfoy whispered, still ready to grant Pansy's wish.

Pansy immediately did so.

"When I ask for someone, I'm not arrogant at all. Malfoy couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wide horizons!" Malfoy whispered a spell.

As a self-motivated wizard, creating a self-created spell can be said to be a dividing point, in a sense, only after creating or improving a spell can you really be regarded as a member of the wizard in the field of magic, otherwise you can only be regarded as picking up the wisdom of your predecessors. Although Professor Lockhart, who will be teaching next year, is mediocre, he is still thriving in the wizarding world by relying on the improved "Forget Everything".

"Innovation is the primary productive force. Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.

"The first self-created spell was used in this kind of place. Malfoy didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As far as human nature is concerned, fighting and ruthlessness has long been ingrained in the genes, and if he could, Malfoy would certainly want to create a lethal spell like "Bladeless", but it seems to have backfired.

"The auxiliary ones are also good. Malfoy could only comfort himself.

"It's time to open your eyes. ”

"Now I finally understand why you ran to the library all day. Pansy looked into the middle of the pitch and felt like she was listening to the captain around the Slytherins, no Slytherin could escape her eyes, even the foaming stars that Flint was splattering as he spoke.

"So-so. Pansy commented. "I want to hear what they're saying. ”

"I really can't do that. Malfoy shrugged helplessly.

"It's useless. Pansy pouted.

"Hey, you're not crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. ”

"Don't make a noise, the game is about to start. ”

"Sure enough, no matter which world female fans are unreasonable. "Malfoy felt a little hurt.

As the game was about to begin, Mrs. Hodge stood in the middle of the pitch as the referee, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

The stands on the periphery of the stadium were bustling with people, some pulling banners and others waving small flags of their own making. Some people quietly and intently observe their teammates with binoculars. Some people are wandering. Yes, it's Malfoy, he's looking around while everyone else is looking forward to the game.

"Infatuated professor, the beloved will continue to be a nanny for her son when he dies. Soon Malfoy saw Snape, still with the same grim expression, but his eyes swept over Harry from time to time.

His gaze shifted, and soon Malfoy saw Professor Quirrell in a turban.

"This is the real lucky E, you can meet the Dark Lord if you go to the wild. Malfoy let out a low sigh. "However, the boss only uses you as cannon fodder. ”

Moving his gaze again, he swept over the top row, and he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, next to Simonaway and the others, pulling a banner made of bed sheets that said Potter will win, and a lion symbolizing Gryffindor was drawn below, Hermione chanted a mantra softly, causing the paint on the banner to shimmer in different colors.

As the players on both sides moved closer to the center, Mrs. Hodge raised her voice: "Listen, I want everyone to participate in the game fairly and honestly. Lady Hodge's eyes stayed on the Slytherin captain as she spoke, apparently with a special warning.

"Please get on your broomsticks. ”

Both team members mounted their broomsticks.

Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The race is on.

"Gear Crushing, how do you play with this?" Malfoy's eyesight is good, and he can still see what is going on on the field without applying magic. However, when he saw the speed of the crowd when he took off, he couldn't help but shake his head. "No wonder the team has to pull sponsorship in the second year, the gap is too big. Harry took the lead and rushed into the sky with a broomstick. Slytherin and Fendor's players are clearly behind him.

The ensuing game went back and forth, and Malfoy only felt bored. The existence of the Golden Snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this kind of game, and the game that almost puts the victory or defeat of the game on one person is really not interesting.

"Whoever goes up another day and uses the ghost flying ball to get two or three hundred points to crack down on this rule. Malfoy couldn't help but think maliciously.

"Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood made a nice move and cut the ball off, and now it's Gryffindor taking the ball -- that's Katie Bell, the Gryffindor chaser, over the pitch, dashing around Flint with agility -- ouch -- it must have hurt." Lee Jordan's voice echoed loudly over the court. Malfoy was only sad about the professionalism of the event. As a commentary, how can there be such a clear bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful and perfect as soon as he gets the ball. Slytherin had nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a quote from his previous life: "Long live Italy." The narrator who said this sentence was also sprayed.

The game then resumed. Flint fouled Harry and gave Gryffindor a free-kick opportunity. But it seems that they did not take advantage of this opportunity.

At this moment, Harry on the pitch seemed to feel that something was wrong with his broomstick. He simply could not command it. The broomstick swerved left and right in the air, swishing violently from time to time, almost throwing him off the top.

"Ron, you see, there's something wrong with Harry's broomstick. Hermione seemed to be the first to notice the problem.

Harry's broomstick twitched and writhed wildly, slowly, higher and higher to keep Harry away from the ring.

"Harry's talent is as strong as his dad's, don't worry. Hagrid muttered. Because of his pile of magical creatures, he had to be a little late. "It must have been a Gryffindor ploy, you know—it can't be!" Hagrid suddenly shouted.

The people in the stands were all pointing up at Harry. His broomstick began to roll incessantly, and Harry could barely hold on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

"Did something go wrong with the broomstick when Flint hit him just now?" Seamus whispered.

"That's the latest Halo 2000. Ron's voice trembled.

"Black magic for sure. Hermione gave her own reasoning and snatched Hagrid's binoculars as she spoke, but instead of looking at the field, she looked at the crowd in the stands.

Soon she seemed to have found her target, and quickly left the small group of Gryffindors.

"The little girl is going to act. Malfoy watched as Hermione struggled through the crowd to the stands where Snape was.

"It's a pity that I found the wrong person. Malfoy touched his nose and sat down to watch the show.

"IQ is worrying. Malfoy stared at Quirrell, who was inadvertently interrupted by Hermione, and couldn't help but laugh, how big did he dare to solve Harry in front of everyone, Dumbledore was not a vegetarian, even if it wasn't for Hermione's mistake, Old Deng couldn't have let Harry have an accident.

The effect of the curse stopped, and Harry's broom returned to normal.

Suddenly, there was a tidal wave of cheers in the stands, and people stood up and clapped their hands. Harry spat out the golden snitch from his mouth, brandished his broomstick, and said, "I caught the snitch!". Lee Jordan loudly announced the result of the match, 170 points to 60, and Gryffindor won the game.

"Damn it. Pansy said hatefully.

"So you're pinching my leg, miss. Malfoy only felt a tingling pain in his thigh, and Pansy pinched him hard, as if to vent, and as for whose leg he pinched, it was not Pansy's concern.

"I don't sit with female fans anymore. Malfoy said to himself secretly.

Finally, there was a two-second silence for Mr. Snape, whose robe had been burned. Malfoy gave a final silent glance at the professor who had been tricked by Hermione.

"Let's go. Pansy puffed to her feet, and was thrown back into her chair as soon as she took a step.

"The horizon is as good as ever!" Malfoy couldn't help but wonder. Apparently Pansy, who hadn't solved the spell, couldn't notice what was going on.

"Get up. Malfoy reached out to pick up Pansy and lead her away. But she kept her head down, as if thinking about something.

"It's just a fluke that they won today, isn't it?" Pansy said as she suddenly looked at Malfoy.

"Absolutely a fluke. Naturally, Malfoy could only go along with her.

"We're going to win next year, aren't we?"

"Of course. Malfoy reassured.

"You're going to get our revenge, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. As soon as he spoke, Malfoy felt like he was being put on the table.

"Great, I'm in a much better mood now. Pansy suddenly smiled like a ray of sunlight cast by a cloudy cloud that had been raining for a long time. "Let's go. Pansy happily said that it seemed that the loss of the match had no effect on her.

Malfoy: "......."