Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a burly boy, dashes to the ground on a broomstick. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Probably because of his rage, he landed very hard, and he almost knocked down Angelina Johnson next to him.

Fred, George, and two other girls that the VIO hadn't seen also fell, and a minute later, Harry also ran over.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at Marcus, "It's training time! We're up early!

Vio hadn't seen Wood in months, and he had the impression that he was always very tall.

But standing in front of Marcus, Vio noticed that he was still a little worse in shape, and Marcus Flint seemed to be more diligent in exercising than Wood because he was bigger and stronger.

He had taken two quick steps forward, but soon, he glanced back at Draco and stopped his steps.

He jokingly said, "It's a big place, Wood." ”

Vio breathed a sigh of relief, and although she felt that Flint definitely didn't mean anything, at the moment, such a gesture of favor was much more meaningful than what he wanted to say.

I don't quite understand what caused him to restrain a little, but it's a good sign, as long as—

"But I've got the court!" Wood snapped, "I've got it!"

Vio weakly stopped fantasizing, there was no "as if".

Marcus's expression finally grew impatient, he clenched his fists and took two more steps forward.

This time, all of the regular Slytherin members stood in a row side by side, looking at the Gryffindor team members with the same contempt.

"Well, Wood. I have a note signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor Severus Snape, have allowed the Slytherin team to train at Quidditch today, their new Seeker. ”

"You've got a new Seeker?!" Wood said, his unpretentious face showing surprise, and his attention quickly diverted. "Where is he?"

Draco stood gracefully in front of him, his face as pale as ever, but radiant and proud.

"George, it's that kid!" Fred stared at him for two seconds, and then suddenly realized, "The boy we beat up in the bookstore - Lucius Malfoy's son!"

George deliberately laughed, "I remember him crying!"

Fred laughed along with him, and turned to look at his teammates, waiting for them to laugh at Draco as well.

But it seemed to backfire, and only the dry laughter of him and George echoed throughout the court, and later, they stopped boringly.

The Slytherins looked at Fred and George like fools, and then laughed louder than they could.

Angelina, a member of the Gryffindor team, and the girl next to her with the nameplate reading Arya Spinnett awkwardly look away.

Harry tugged at Lafred's sleeve and reminded, "Hermione said that after Lockhart's book signing, someone added fuel to the Daily Prophet to describe what happened, and got a picture of you and George sitting in a bunch of books. ”

"・・・・・・" Fred and George's eyes widened in astonishment, and they couldn't say anything for a moment.

"What's that in your hand?" Wood asked, looking at Flint's new, polished broom handle as he looked at the new, polished broom handle in Flint's hand.

"This is the father of Draco you just mentioned, and the father of Santriel, who you would not have imagined, together with a generous gift to the Slytherins. ”

The entire Slytherin team grinned even more, with Flint concluding: "To celebrate the addition of our new Seekers and substitute Seekers. ”

Seven people lifted the broom forward together, seven flying broomsticks with bright color, smooth and graceful, and seven lines of beautiful gold characters "Light Wheel 2001", reflecting bright and shining light in the sun, and the eyes and hearts of the Gryffindor team members were cold.

"The latest model, just came out last month. Flint said nonchalantly, then gently dusting off a bit of dust from the top of his broomstick, "I'm sure it's much faster than the old Halo 2000 series." As for the old-fashioned Sweeping Seven Stars—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone in the Slytherin team laughed out loud again at this sheer advantage. "- They're the last resort for sweeping floors. Flint winked at Fred and George with bad intentions.

Even Wood had nothing to say at this point. The Gryffindors glared at Flint and his broomsticks.

Vio glanced to the side, Draco didn't know when he was standing with Xiao Luo, put his arm on Xiao Luo's shoulder, and the two of them laughed together very comfortably.

At this point, Flint said, "Look, you've chartered the court? Who's going to break in?"

Ron and Hermione came over from the lawn.

It was clear that they should have been sitting in the audience early in the morning waiting for Harry to finish training, when they saw the crowd gather and come over to see what was going on.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked Harry, "why don't you play? What is he doing here?and- vio is here- vio?!"

Ron glared at Vio in disbelief, and Hermione was surprised, and she asked in a stern tone, "Are you supposed to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team, vio?" - a tone that Hermione only used to correct Harry and Ron's mistakes, such as after driving a flying car.

Vio regretted it - she had planned to tell them about being a Slytherin substitute Seeker today because she had been going on too much lately.

But who would have thought that they had met like this in the morning, and she hadn't had time to tell any of the three.

She sighed, and then said, "I was going to tell you about it this morning—the result—".

Hermione's expression fluctuated, and for a moment the corners of her mouth curled up as if she were going to smile.

As a result, she just said coldly, "We don't care about this-"

Vio felt a "chuckle" in her heart, cold water poured down on her head, and she couldn't help but shiver lightly.

But Hermione added, "You'd better figure it out what you're going to explain to us later." Vio suddenly felt the refreshing breeze of October again, hoping to descend on the earth.

Ron coughed, shifting the subject, pointing at Draco and saying, "Could he be a Seeker too?"

"Not bad. Draco smirked, "Everyone was admiring the broomsticks that my father and Mr. Santrill gave us. ”

This was too much for Ron to accept at once, and he stared at the seven high-grade brooms in front of him in a daze.

Hermione coughed heavily.

Ron came back to his senses, his gaze reluctantly moving away from the broomstick.

"Nice, isn't it?" Draco chuckled, looking very pleasant, "Maybe the Gryffindor team can get some gold for some new broomsticks, too." You can redeem the prize and sell the Sweep Seven Star Five, I think about the customer, ah, I'm afraid the museum will bid for them. ”

The Slytherins clapped implicitly.

"Don't be complacent, Malfoy. Hermione said scathingly, "At least none of the Gryffindor team members had to spend money to be on the team - they came in purely on merit." ”

"Speaking of which," Flint didn't take Hermione's comment to heart at all, "we do have a team that paid for money, but unfortunately it's not the one you think it is, it's yours—"

But before he could finish speaking, Draco interrupted him and said gloomily, "Massa, why waste your tongue with them. ”

"Hermione got you right!" Ron said sharply.

"Come on, what does a stinky little mudblood know!" Pansy's shrill voice came, she didn't know when she arrived at the court, followed by Bailey, Daphne, and the others, looking at Hermione with disdain.

This sentence set off an explosive chain reaction.

Flint had to rush over to protect Pansy behind him, and Fred and George squarely punched and kicked a few of the Slytherin front rows.

Gryffindor's female team members, Angelina and Arya, as well as another girl, angrily asked Pansy, "How dare you!"

Harry and Hermione were stunned as they did not know how to react - they had both been in the Muggle world until they were eleven years old, so they didn't know that "Mudblood" was the most vicious word used to scold Muggle-born wizards.

Ron looked at the ignorant Hermione, pulled his wand out of his robes, and shouted, "You're going to pay for it, Parkinson!" and he angrily walked around Flint's shoulder, clinging to the other's arm and pointing directly at Parkinson's face.

As soon as Vio saw his "mummy" wand, he felt that something was not good, and immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Ron.

"What are you going to do, see clearly, that's Ron!" Harry yelled as he rushed over to stop Vio.

But it was too late.

A loud explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand and slammed into Ron's abdomen - the shield that slammed into Ron's body between the lightning and flint, then bounced outward, eventually hitting Vio and knocking her to the ground.

"・・・・・・" Vio couldn't help but sigh while he was still a little conscious, his luck was really not very good, you know, from the perspective of the spell launched by Ron hitting the shield, the spell rebounded into the crowd and hit the polar probability of Vio - she only had one hand in front of her, and the rest was blocked by the crowd, but it was so coincidental that the spell hit her wrist.

But fortunately, it's not the slug spell in the original books, and it is estimated that Hermione will not ask Ron to use his broken wand to cast magic in the future.

Vio felt her eyelids grow heavier, and there seemed to be a large group of people around her, all kinds of voices calling out to her:

"Vio!vio!

"Santriel?!scum, get out of the way and get her to Madam Pomfrey at once!"

"Miss Santriel・・・・・・ you have to hold on!"

"Draco, put Lady's hand on my shoulder・・・・・・"