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"Ron, you called me here just to sue me, and the result of your research for a long time is that you suspect Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin?" Silver raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it? The Malfoys are so evil. Ron blushed. "You heard him say, 'You are next, Mudbloods!' Actually, you only have to look at his ugly mouse face to know it's him—"

Silver shook his head: "That's not enough to prove that, Ron, you're a pure-blood yourself, and you should know that, with very few exceptions, most pure-bloods have a sense of superiority and consider Muggle-born wizards to be lowly. For this reason, there are definitely not a few pure-blood wizards who want to get rid of Muggle-born wizards. You can't say they're all Slytherin heirs. ”

"Look at their family," said Harry, "their whole family is in Slytherin, and he often shows it off. They are most likely descendants of Slytherin. His father was evil enough. ”

"They may have held the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" Ron said, "From generation to generation, father to son......"

Silver chuckled, "Don't let grudges blind you. Malfoy is definitely not a Slytherin heir, he does not have the qualifications. Silver glanced at Harry and Ron and motioned for them to be quiet. "The Malfoys are not a very old wizarding family. Malfoy's family did not become a wizarding family until 1158 AD. It is well documented that Malfoy's ancestors were also Muggle-born. Of course, they always deliberately ignore this. The Malfoys insisted on intermarrying purebloods, and for hundreds of years, the Malfoys were considered purebloods by today's standards. However, in Slytherin's time, the Malfoys' ancestors were still digging in the fields like other Muggles. So the Malfoys couldn't be Slytherin's heirs. ”

"Maybe they're marrying off House Slytherin?" said Harry.

"I know the nature of the Malfoy family very well. The surname Slytherin definitely means a lot to a pure-blood family. Like the Malfoy family, if they intermarry with a Slytherin descendant, they will definitely have a descendant with the glorious surname Slytherin. But as it turned out, they didn't. Silver waved his hand.

"Who the hell could it be?" asked Hermione, who had been listening for a long time.

"I don't know. Silver shrugged. "If we were to reason so lightly, Professor Dumbledore would have already appeared. This Slytherin heir must be well hidden. Without a little effort, it is impossible to find him lightly. ”

Harry and Ron frowned.

"Alright, Harry, don't think about it. Instead of thinking about it, think about your next match: the Slytherin team you're going to play against is full of broomsticks equipped with a Halo 2oo1, and you don't want to lose to Malfoy. Hermione and I went to look up information on the descendants of Slytherin. Silver said, pulling Hermione away. Harry and Ron were left staring wide-eyed.

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Harry hadn't slept well all night: what he and Ron thought were very plausible reasoning was lightly rejected by Silver. Tomorrow is the match against the Slytherin Quidditch team, and the Slytherin team is equipped with the best broomsticks money can buy. Harry had nightmares. Dreaming of being defeated by the Slytherins, Wood chases him with a thick stick. After a while, I dreamed that a big snake came out and swallowed him in one gulp. After a while, Malfoy confessed to being a descendant of Slytherin, and commanded a group of giant monsters to raze Hogwarts to the ground. Anyway, when Harry got up and came to the Great Hall, he looked very depressed. The rest of his current Gryffindor team sat huddled around the long empty table, all of them looking nervous and taciturn.

As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium. It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air. As Harry walked into the locker room, Ron hurried over to wish him good luck. But Harry didn't hear what Ron was saying. The players donned their bright red Gryffindor uniforms and sat down to give them their usual pre-match morale-boosting speech.

"The Slytherins have better broomsticks than we do," Wood said, "and that's undeniable. But the people on our brooms are stronger than them. We've trained harder than they have flown in all kinds of weather—" ("That's right," said George Weasley, "and my clothes haven't dried since August.") We're going to make them regret letting that little villain Malfoy spend money to get into their team. ”

Wood's chest heaved with excitement as he turned to Harry.

"It's up to you, Harry, to show them that a rich dad isn't enough to be a Seeker. Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy or die in the ring, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win. ”

"So don't be pressured, Harry. Fred winked at him and said.

"Are you alright, Scarhead?" Malfoy shouted, his arrows flying beneath Harry, as if to show off the degree of his broomstick. Harry wanted to knock him off at this point.

But Harry didn't have time to answer. Just then, a heavy black Bludger flew towards him, barely dodging it, feeling the ball flick his head as it flew by.

"What a hang, Harry!" George said that he had a bat, with a bat, and sped past Harry, ready to hit the Bludger at the Slytherin players. Harry saw George hit the Bludger hard at Derian Pusey, but the Bludger changed direction and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry ducked down to dodge, and George slammed it down on Malfoy. However, like a spinning dart, Bludger spun around again and went straight to Harry's head.

Harry suddenly added, swishing to the other end of the arena. He could hear Bludger whizzing after him. Fred Weasley was waiting for Bludger on the other end. Harry jerked his head, and Fred slammed the Bludger with all his strength, which was knocked to the side.

"Now it's good!" Fred shouted happily. However, he was wrong, and the Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted around Harry, and once again it flew after him, and Harry had to flee as fast as he could.

It's starting to rain. Harry felt a large drop of rain hit his face and splash on his glasses. The Slytherin's broomstick wielded. Gryffindor's chasers can't compete with Slytherin: their broomsticks are too fast, and Gryffindor's broomsticks are nowhere near as good as Halo 2oo1. The score was quickly pulled to 6o:o. The crazy Bludger seemed to have taken aim at Harry. Fred and George had to stay with them to protect Harry.

"Somebody's done something to -- this -- Bludger—" Fred muttered, slamming the Bludger away as it was attacking Harry again.

"We need to pause. George said, gesturing to Wood to stop the Bludger from hitting Harry's nose.

Wood apparently caught his signal. Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, and Harry, Fred, and George landed on the ground, still dodging the crazy Bludger.

"What's going on?" Wood asked, as the Gryffindor team members had gathered, and the Slytherin members in the crowd laughed. "We were defeated. Fred, George, where did you go when that Bludger stopped Angelina from scoring?"

"We're twenty feet above her, stopping another Bludger from killing Harry, Wood. George huffed, "Somebody threw the ball over - it wouldn't let Harry go, and it didn't chase anyone else the whole game." The Slytherins must have done something to it. ”

"But the Bludgers have been locked in Mrs. Hodge's office since our last practice, and they're all fine ......," Wood said anxiously.

Mrs. Hodge was walking towards them. Harry's gaze crossed her shoulder, and the Slytherin players could be seen sneering and pointing at him.

"Listen. Harry said, Lady Hooch getting closer. "You two are flying around me all the time, and I have no hope of catching the Golden Snitch unless it burrows into my sleeve on its own. Harry said, "You'd better go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the wild ball myself." ”

"Don't be stupid," said Fred, "it's going to knock your head off." ”

Wood looked at Harry, then at the Weasley twins.

"Oliver, this is irrational," Arya Spinnett said angrily, "you can't leave Harry alone with that thing. Let's ask for an investigation—"

"If we stop now, we'll be disqualified!" Harry said, "We can't afford to lose to Slytherin with an out-of-control Bludger! Hurry up, Oliver, tell them to stop caring about me!"

"It's all your fault," George said angrily to Wood, "'Catch the Golden Snitch or die in the ring.'" '—you're so dazed to say such things to him!" Mrs. Hodge came to them and asked.

"Can you continue playing?" She asked Wood.

Wood looked at the determined look on Harry's face.

"All right," he said, "Fred, George, you've all heard Harry—leave him alone, let him deal with the Bludger himself." Now it's raining harder. As soon as Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky, and he heard the whizzing behind his head and knew that the Bludger was coming after him again. Harry rose higher and higher, turning and turning, spinning, turning sharply, spiraling upwards, and then going around and around, taking a zigzag route. He was slightly dizzy, but still kept his eyes wide open. Raindrops crackled against his glasses, and the rain ran down his nostrils as he hung headfirst to avoid another ferocious attack from Bludger. He heard a loud laugh from the crowd, and he knew he must be stupid, but the wild Bludger was too heavy to change direction as quickly as he was. He began to fly around the edge of the field like a cylindrical pulley, squinting his eyes and staring at the Gryffindor goal post through the silver-white curtain of rain until Derian was trying to pass Wood's whistling sound, Harry knew that the Bludger had nearly hit him again, and he turned his head and sped in the opposite direction.

"Are you doing ballet, Potter?" Malfoy yelled as Harry had to spin stupidly in the air to avoid Bludger. Harry sped away, Bludger chasing after him, just a few feet away. He looked back at Malfoy with hatred, and just then, he saw, saw the Golden Snitch, hovering a few inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was patronizing and laughing at Harry, not seeing it.

In that difficult moment, Harry hung in the air, afraid to rush towards Malfoy, for fear that he would look up and see the Golden Snitch. He paused for a little too long. The Bludger finally hit him, slamming into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm snap all at once. A burning pain that made him feel a little dizzy, and he slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick, one leg still hooked to the broom, his right hand dangling unconsciously beside his body. Bludger struck him a second time, this time aiming at his face. Harry Meng. The earth was off course, and only one thought firmly occupied his already dull mind: to rush to Malfoy. In the hazy curtain of rain, Harry endured the sharp pain in his heart and rushed to the shiny face below that was sneering. He saw the eyes on that face widen in horror: Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him. "What are you doing—" he gasped as he hurried away from Harry. Harry's uninjured hand let go of the broomstick and reached out to grab it, he felt his fingers grip the cold golden snitch, but as he was now holding the broom between his two legs, he fell straight to the ground, holding himself out of his way to keep himself unconscious, when he heard an exclamation from the crowd below.

There was a thud, and the water splashed, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off his broomstick. His arm was dangling there at a very strange angle. In the midst of a sharp pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if coming from far away. He fixed his eyes on the Golden Snitch firmly in his wounded hand.

"Aha," he said vaguely, "we won." Then he fainted.

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