Chapter 69: The Traitor

The moment he realized that the Golden Snitch was beside him, Draco rushed towards the Snitch, and his unusual behavior was immediately seen by the spectators who had been watching the game all the time.

"Oh, Malfoy seems to have spotted the snitch, he's speeding up - oh my god, it's raining so hard, we can't see anything."

The commentator of the game wanted to do his job to explain, but due to the "crackling" rainstorm, let alone the figure of the Golden Snitch, he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Damn, is it Slytherin winning the Quidditch Cup this time?"

"Harry, come on, Malfoy has spotted the snitch."

"Oh no, don't do that, why is that Bludger just staring at Harry."

The Gryffindor students also signaled that something was wrong, and they yelled at Harry to warn him. That damn Bludger seriously interfered with Harry's search for the Golden Snitch, and Malfoy took advantage of the opportunity to find it. Could it be that damn Bludger that Slytherin's hand and foot?

It's close, it's close!

Draco saw that the Golden Snitch was less than two meters in front of him, and at this moment he felt as if time had slowed down, and he could even see the trail of raindrops. All the sounds around him seemed to be gone, and only the sound of his own heartbeat was very clear.

Draco reached out, squeezing his broom in one hand and leaning in toward the Golden Snitch with the other.

I felt it, and the fingertips of my fingers had touched the metallic wings of the Golden Snitch.

Five fingers snapped together, and Draco stopped in the sky in a daze.

Ecstasy, I can't believe it, I just caught the Golden Snitch like this, it was not a dream or an illusion, the Golden Snitch was so really held in the palm of his hand.

"I, I succeeded, I caught the Golden Snitch! Look, here! ”

It was only after a half-bang that Draco finally came to his senses, and he shouted in ecstasy as he raised his hand holding the golden snitch and shouted around.

"Oh!!!! Win! ”

In the Slytherin stands, all the students stretched out their hands to the sky and reveled, despite the heavy rain in the sky.

"What?"

This is Harry, who has not yet recovered from Bludger's attack, he has been chased into disarray, how can he have some energy to pay attention to other things.

"Game over, stop, Bludger! Stop! ”

After all, the Weasley twins were more aware of the situation, and the game had already been lost, at least Harry couldn't be injured again for this matter.

But something strange happened.

It stands to reason that when the game was over, Bludger should have slowed down and stopped chasing the player, but the Bludger still shot straight at Harry as always.

Harry didn't have the strength to continue dodging, and by the time he thought the Bludger should stop when the game was over, it was too late.

Despite Harry's extreme strength, he used his flying talent to the side, dodging to the side at Zuihou, but was hit on the shoulder by a Bludger and fell off his broomstick on the spot.

"Ah!!h

In the stands, Ron and Hermione both screamed, and Hermione covered her eyes and turned away, unable to bear to see Harry fall to the ground.

With a thud, Harry fell heavily on the sand beneath the pitch.

Luckily, the builders of the Quidditch arena had expected this to happen, and there was a thick layer of sand underneath. It's better to fall on the sand and get seriously injured than to fall to your death. For wizards, it is natural not to die on the spot, no matter how serious the physical injuries are, there is a way to heal them.

"No!"

Ron's eyes widened in horror as he watched as the Bludger who knocked Harry off the broomstick didn't give up and crashed into Harry, who was no longer able to dodge on the ground.

Does anyone want to kill Harry Potter?

This level is not a haha, and it can be revealed as a prank.

Harry felt that he might be dead, and he felt as if all his bones had just fallen apart, and the pain in his shoulder made him unable to move, and he could only watch the Bludger approach him.

"Get out of here!"

In the nick of time, Fred and George stepped forward to protect Harry once again. Fred struggled to hit the Bludger to the ground, and George pounced on it, holding on to it to prevent it from getting any closer to Harry.

"Thank goodness."

Ron and Hermione felt like they were about to be scared to death, and they collapsed into the chairs behind them, and their hearts were pounding all at once, and they couldn't stand the slightest stimulation anymore.

At this time, Draco also slowly lowered his broomstick, but he also had a stomach full of questions, and wanted to end the game quickly, go back to the Slytherin common room, grab someone, and ask someone well.

Thinking back to Sephiroth's words, it always felt like there was something that Draco hadn't realized before. But now, no matter how stupid he is, he knows that Sephiroth guy had expected this situation in the first place.

A farce, in which Harry's hand bones and shoulder lute bones are removed from Lockhart's pranks.

The shattered bones were gone, and Harry's shoulder suddenly became painless.

However, at the expense, the sensation of Harry's hands was completely lost, and they became like a pair of soft gloves, and they were not yet Harry's gloves.

"Haha, that's amazing. Scarhead, your hands can be rolled up and tucked into your body. hahahahahaha! ”

Having won the match, Draco didn't miss the opportunity to show off and laugh at his rivals.

Harry was lifted, and Ron and Hermione helped him towards the infirmary, they were worried that Madam Pomfrey would be able to heal even such an "injury".

"Sephiroth, you know what's going on, right? Answer me, didn't you promise me not to interfere in the game? ”

Harry had been sent away, and Draco was bored by staying here, remembering that Sephiroth hadn't given him an explanation yet.

"You can't blame me, you know I'm not interested in Quidditch, how could I possibly interfere."

Sephiroth explained innocently that he had really been wronged this time. Even if he knew what was going on, it wasn't his hand, if he did, it should have been Draco's hand.

"Not you? So what's all going on here? Don't tell me you don't know. ”

Draco gave Sephiroth a suspicious look, but chose to believe him.

"Want to know the truth? Come with me somewhere tonight. ”

With an inscrutable smile, Sephiroth left Draco and went back to sleep in his lounge. When the door was closed, he also threw a [Silent], no matter how Draco shouted outside the door, there was no reaction at all inside.

But there is a show in the evening, if you don't rest now, where will you get the energy at night.

"Hey, make it clear—damn it!"

Draco stomped his foot in hatred, and he decided to stay in the common room for the day to see how long he could hide.

As night fell, Draco endured the curious stares of the other Slytherins for a day, and finally waited for some bastard to come out of his room.

"It's finally out, huh!"

Draco let out a puff of air from his nostrils in exasperation.

"You have to be patient if you want to see a show, Draco. Come with me - by the way, you should have learned the Transfiguration Charm, and don't forget to add one to yourself. ”

Beckoning to Draco, Sephiroth pushed open the portrait of the cellar and peered out for a moment to make sure no one was looking.

"Come with me, if you're late, you won't have to watch. Really, haven't you had a good rest? It looks like he's about to fall asleep. ”

Sephiroth urged Draco, who was moving slowly, as if he hadn't woken up.

I don't know who made Draco look like this, from noon to night, for nearly 20 hours without rest, of course he would be confused.

Taking Draco, who could fall asleep at any moment, Sephiroth cautiously bypassed the patrolling Filch and sneaked up to the school infirmary on the second floor.

"Here's—"

The drowsiness immediately disappeared from his mind, and Draco woke up instantly.

Draco knew who was here, so he wanted to be here so late......

"Shhhh Listen! ”

Holding up his fingers in a small gesture, Sephiroth motioned for Draco to put his ear to the door and listen to the sound inside.

When it came to Harry Potter, Draco didn't care about anything, he directly pasted the whole person to the door, and vaguely seemed to hear two people talking inside.

“…… Harry Potter must be home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be able to—"

"What do you mean by that, your Bludger? You let that Bludger ......"

……

"Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life...... Dobby only wants Harry Potter to get hurt a little bit......"

Dobby?

Draco moved, wasn't that the name his house-elf, how could it be here?

Draco looked surprised, and he pressed his ear to the door even harder, hoping to hear the conversation in its entirety.

It didn't take long for Draco's face to turn pale, and although he didn't know much about what had happened, he still knew that there was a traitor in his house, and that traitor was the house-elf they thought would never betray - Dobby.

"This damn guy!"

Draco cursed through gritted teeth, straightening up to push the door open and rush in to kill the traitor.

"Don't be impulsive."

Sephiroth was quick and pulled Draco back in time.

"Xiexie, Sephiroth."

Draco bowed his head and thanked Sephiroth, if it weren't for his reminder, he probably wouldn't have known that there was such a house-elf in his home who longed for freedom.

"Damn traitor, I'm not going to make it easy for you. I already know what's going on, go back. ”

Zuihou glared at the door of the medical room in disgust, Draco didn't want to stay here any longer, and he walked away in a rage.