Christmas is over, and schools are back up and running as usual. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Malfoy still lives his seemingly peaceful campus life, with a cafeteria, library, dorms, classrooms, with few exceptions.

As for Harry, it was miserable, their house's Quidditch captain, Wood, was more demanding than ever. Even in the continuous rain after the heavy snowfall, his strength did not cool down at all. The Weasley brothers kept complaining, but they persevered, let alone Harry.

Because let's say they win the game. They are likely to end Slytherin's seven-year winning streak in the House Cup this year.

People usually give up on trying when a goal is out of reach, and most people tend to grit their teeth and stick to it when the goal may be something you can reach on your tiptoes. That's exactly what the Gryffindor team is all about.

The Weasley brothers on the training ground began to be funny again, constantly diving and bombing each other, pretending to fall off their broomsticks.

They were given a beating by Wood, and the bad news followed: "Snape will referee the game." ”

Suddenly, almost all the team members had dark clouds on their faces, and it was clear that the goal that could be achieved by working hard had suddenly become an unachievable task.

Morale was low, and enthusiasm for training was much lower, and it was clear that this was a fatal blow.

The training was over, and the Gryffindor players were still whispering and chatting, presumably speculating about how Snape would embarrass them, and Harry didn't bother to listen to them, and went straight to the Gryffindor common room, he wanted Hermione and Ron to give him ideas, and he suspected that Snape would do anything to him.

"Don't compete. Hermione said immediately.

"Just say you're sick. Ron said.

"Pretending to break your leg. Hermione suggested.

"Really broke my leg. Ron said.

Harry cupped his forehead and said, "I'm the only Seeker on the team, and if I'm absent, the team won't be able to play." ”

Ron and Hermione immediately stopped talking, they both knew that Harry was a very responsible boy and there was no way he could drag down the whole team for his own safety.

Of course, this once again reflects the irrationality of this game and the mistake of the Gryffindor team in cultivating talents, how can there be no substitute in a big game?

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"Damn it. Malfoy took a hard bite of the butter bread, feeling a little sluggish.

"My eldest lady, can we not care if it is not a game in our house? Do you know what time I went to bed last night?" Malfoy at the table wailed exaggeratedly.

"I have to see Gryffindor lose. It was clear that Pansy was haunted by the team's defeat last time, clenching her fists as she spoke.

"I hate female fans. Malfoy sneered. "But today should be able to make a quick decision, hurry up and go back to make up for sleep. Thinking about it like this, his mood seemed to improve.

"In this competition, our dean is the referee, and Gryffindor will definitely suffer a big loss. Pansy whispered, but Malfoy could feel the excitement in her tone.

Malfoy couldn't help but raise his forehead: "Is it really good to be happy like this for an unfair referee?"

Soon they were all the way to the stadium, and the enthusiasm of the crowd was at an all-time high. The cheers and cheers resounded throughout the stadium even before the game had even begun, and Gryffindor was particularly excited, the game was too crucial for them, but when they knew it was Snape who was refereeing, there was obviously a chorus of boos from the sidelines.

"Ron, look, Professor Dumbledore is here. Hermione in the stands tugged at Ron's sleeve and said.

Dumbledore dragged his robes and walked slowly into the venue.

"Thank goodness. Ron let out a sigh, "Then we can rest assured that Snape wouldn't dare to mess with him in front of him." ”

"Not true. Hermione frowned. "Last time it seemed that Professor Dumbledore was in the stands. She said.

"Then why didn't he help Harry last time?" said Ron, apparently unconvinced.

"I don't know. She paused, clenching her wand tightly, "So we still can't take it lightly. ”

"Remember, don't forget, it's 'the leg stiffens and dies'. Hermione reminded Ron.

"Got it. Ron was a little impatient. "I still don't believe he dares to do anything in public. He said again.

Hermione decided that the efficiency of the last stop was too slow, so today she chose to use a new spell against Snape.

On the pitch, the players from both sides came to the center of the field, and as was customary in the previous game, Mrs. Hodge said something like fair play, and the game began.

"Hufflepuff free throws!" Snape said in a somber tone.

Less than minutes into the game, Snape awarded Hufflepuff a penalty for interfering with the referee by hitting him with a Bludger.

Harry was still hovering around the pitch like an eagle, and he was going to find the Snitch as quickly as possible and get Snape to favor Hufflepuff with as little time as possible.

"Hufflepuff free throws!" he said again, this time for no reason.

The Gryffindor students in the audience were boiling, and shrill whistles came from all grades, and even the Hufflepuff students did not look very good, and it was clear that with their loyal character, even if they were favoring them, as vested interests, they could not accept it.

"Well done. Pansy cheered with her hands held in the air.

"Why don't you cheer, our academy has scored again. Pansy poked Malfoy with her arm.

"Oh, yes!" Malfoy stiffened as he raised his hand and waved. "Well done!" he said in a dry tone.

As soon as the words ended, thunderous applause suddenly rang out from all around the stands, except for the seats on this side of their academy, there was an eerie dead silence here.

Pansy reminded Malfoy that it seemed like the outcome had already been decided, and she missed the crucial moment.

The narrator's excited voice rang out: "Oh my God, I saw something, there must have been a lot of spectators who didn't react just now, even I almost missed the historic moment! Harry Potter of the Gryffindor team just suddenly made a beautiful dive, and his speed was so fast that I thought he was about to hit the ground, and the referee was the same." He took a breath and continued. "Mr. Snape is already on his broom and ready to rescue him. But Harry didn't fall, just a few inches next to the referee, he managed to catch the Golden Snitch, and now he lifted the Golden Snitch high and declared his victory! Let the crowd cheer, for this historic moment, we had the privilege of witnessing the fastest game in Quidditch history!"

The loud cheers almost overturned the entire venue.

Not enough, Ron still whispered: "Obviously just looking for an opportunity to fall into the well." Ron, who didn't believe anything, was still startled when he saw Snape on his broomstick, so his position easily changed.

"Hmm. Hermione agreed. "But Harry didn't give him a chance!" she smiled happily.

"Well done," a kind voice came from behind Harry, who looked back at Dumbledore's smiling face. "I'm glad to see that you didn't think about that magic mirror all day, it's great to live life to the fullest," the professor's voice was so small that he was the only one who could hear it.

Harry looked further back, only to see Snape foaming at the ground, he felt that it might be the happiest moment of his life, he was in a happier mood than ever. He's finally done something to be truly proud of—and no one will ever say he's just a big name. The night air has never been sweeter. As he walked through the wet meadows, the scene of the hour before replaying in his mind were vague fragments of happiness: Gryffindor students running over and putting him on their shoulders, Ron and Hermione jumping up and down in the distance, Ron cheering with a nosebleed.

Harry had arrived at the broomroom shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows glowing red in the setting sun. The Gryffindors took the lead. He did it.

Some people are happy, and some people are sad.

Someone suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot, and he was stepped on. He turned his head to look at Pansy's flushed face. Malfoy saw that her whole body was trembling, and her eyes were red.

"I said I didn't come, I had to come to bear the blow. Malfoy apparently didn't say that, which clearly added fuel to the fire, and the priority now is to cool down. But for a moment he couldn't find any words of comfort.

"Who am I? I'm the rich second generation!" he suddenly patted his head. Slowly said to Pansy: "Gryffindor, they are invincible, Harry Potter's broomstick is the latest Halo 2000, Professor McGonagall seems to be fair, but in fact, he is the most partial to them." Hearing this, Pansy nodded fiercely. Apparently agrees with this reason. "But this problem is not going to continue next year, I will ask my dad to sponsor the Slytherin team, and next year's Halo 2001 will definitely be better than them. ”

"Really? That's not a small amount, is it?" Pansy couldn't believe it.

"For the honor of the Academy, Kim Gallon is nothing. Malfoy said.

Pansy stared at him blankly, and suddenly "poofed" a smile. said: "Come on, you, the person with the least sense of honor in the academy is you, and I have to pull you in both competitions." ”

"Uhhhhhh

"But I know you're doing it for me. Pansy's voice was lowered, and unlike the flush caused by anger just now, her face was now flushed with shyness, and she looked shy and cute.

"Thank you. She whispered, then gave him a watery kiss on the cheek, then got up and ran away.

"Capitalism of all evils. Malfoy sighed as he touched the place where he had been kissed. "But I like it. He added in his heart.