Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Runaway Bludger

It's been weeks since Filch's cat, Lady Loris, was petrified.

The turmoil gradually subsided, after all, it was just a nasty cat that was attacked, wasn't it? Maybe it was really a warrior who didn't like it that secretly made a move.

Life still has to pass after all, such a big thing was left behind by the students in a few days, and there is only a legend of the secret room, which is still spreading.

Since the accident in that class, Lockhart no longer seems to dare to bring living creatures into the classroom, so many people are secretly relieved, especially Neville Longbottom, who has been hurt in the past, and is grateful for it.

However, after that, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class became Lockhart's acting time, in addition to chanting the novels he wrote, it was to perform those stage drama-like fragments, and of course the actors were Lockhart himself, and Harry, who was often accompanied by bad luck.

What makes Sephiroth complain is that in Lockhart's performances, he barely uses any magic, and often uses his fists to solve problems.

Sephiroth thus gave him a conclusion, that he was like a warrior and evaded like a wizard.

Of course, by spying on the information from their men, Sephiroth and Draco also learned of Hermione's little tricks, taking advantage of Lockhart's fondness to get a banned book.

As for what they want to do, God knows, but who cares.

"Tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, right? Gryffindor vs. our team? Draco, it's said you've been training really hard lately. But you have to do a good job and teach Gryffindor a lesson, your opponent is that Potter, do you need us to secretly attack him? ”

After class, Sephiroth handed his books to a Slytherin student of the same year and followed Draco to the place where they were training.

"Well, that's right. But I don't need your help, I'm going to teach Harry a lesson in the arena myself, and I'm going to show him that he's just a bad student who doesn't know anything and only breaks the school rules. Even if he was lucky enough to get into the Quidditch team, it was just luck. ”

Draco looked very confident, and he said with a frown on his face.

Maybe after so many days of hard training, Draco was very confident that he would be much better than Harry Potter who was playing for the first time.

"You'd better not be careless, Draco. You know, Harry's talent for Quidditch is good, isn't it enough for you to be vigilant when the people we went to peep come back and report back? James Potter also seems to be a very good Seeker, and Harry shouldn't be too bad if he has his genetics. ”

Thinking back to Draco's performance in the game, whenever Harry Yujian had all kinds of accidents, Draco was either snickering at the show, or stunned, which was simply stupid, which made Sephiroth pinch a cold sweat for him.

Could it be that Draco really wanted to level the playing field with Harry, and then he wouldn't be an unscrupulous Slytherin?

"Are you worried about me? Then you may be worried about the wrong person, and it is Potter who should be worried. ”

Draco raised his eyebrows, Slytherin is a proud person, Sephiroth's worry is a bit insulting to him, doesn't it mean that in Sephiroth's heart, Draco is not as good as Harry Potter.

On Saturday morning, Draco got up early in the morning and knocked on Sephiroth's door to drag him out of the warmth and comfort of his bed.

It seems that even Draco, who is very confident in himself, will be nervous for the first time.

"Come, eat some creamy chocolate ice cream, which, according to Muggle research, seems to have a soothing effect. Isn't eating sweets your favorite thing to do? ”

Sephiroth took a cup of creamy chocolate ice cream from the table and gave it to Draco, who couldn't possibly give Draco any stress-relieving potions for a first-time player.

"Well, xiexie. Well, I mean, imagine that Slytherin has been winning the Quidditch trophy for several years in a row, what if they hadn't won it this year? ”

Draco took the ice cream and asked casually as if he didn't care. Just looking at his appearance, anyone can see that he is actually very awkward and very nervous.

"Do you know how nervous you are at this point? There's nothing to worry about, isn't your mission just to find the Golden Snitch? Listen, don't bother with anything after you play, go to the Golden Snitch wholeheartedly, and believe in yourself and the broom under your crotch, isn't that the fastest broom right now? You have to believe that you will win, otherwise even the trophies in your hands will fly. ”

Sephiroth patted Draco on the back hard, almost letting his face fall on the ice cream, but it was also to distract Draco.

The Seeker is the hero of Quidditch, and the burden on one person's shoulders can almost mean the difference between victory and defeat in a match. Even if this honor is a burden, as long as it is a small mistake, it is possible that the efforts of teammates for dozens of minutes may be lost.

For Draco, who was participating in the tournament for the first time, he was not sure that he would be able to find the Golden Snitch first, that thing was really too small and inconspicuous compared to the entire arena.

As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium. Sephiroth was no exception this time, promising Draco to go to the Quidditch pitch to cheer him on.

It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air. I don't know if it will rain during the match, which would be too difficult for both first-time Seekers.

"Our broomsticks are better than Gryffindor, that's for sure, thanks to Malfoy's great support."

Before the start of the game, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint was cheering on his teammates in the players' locker room. He gave Draco a thankful glance at the broomstick, and of course Draco smiled proudly.

"There's no denying that Gryffindors are very good, they train very hard and we have to give credit for that. They've always been our great enemies—"

"However, we're not bad either. Not only do we have the best broomsticks in the world, we're also the best Quidditch players in the school, right? ”

To underestimate your opponent is to underestimate yourself, and as a cautious Slytherin, Marcus Flint will never allow his players to be careless. The only team that can compete with them for the Quidditch Cup is the Gryffindor team, and any contempt is an insult to themselves.

Giving respect to your opponent is also respecting yourself.

"Yes!"

Encouraged by the face of Marcus, the Slytherin team was so motivated that even Draco yelled at his neck with a red face, as if he would not be able to show their resolve if he did not do so.

When they came out to the arena, they were greeted by a loud noise. It was mostly boos and cheers, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but the crowd could also hear the Slytherins cheering and cheering.

Slytherins weren't in a good place, and there was no one to cheer them on but themselves, but they didn't care. It is enough for them to fight for the glory of Slytherin, and they will show those who reject them that Slytherin is the best.

Yes, just like last year.

The Quidditch referee, Madame Hooch, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared at each other menacingly, and clasped each other's hands unnecessarily tightly, hoping that this would give their opponents a dismount, and this was a contest between captains.

Soon, with the whistle, the game began.

Everyone kicked their feet hard, and the fourteen members jumped into the lead-gray sky together.

Remembering Sephiroth's reminder, Draco ignored Harry beside him, and focused on finding the Golden Snitch while dodging the black Bludger.

It was Draco's first game, and he didn't want to lose, especially not to play Harry Potter, whom he hated from the bottom of his heart.

However, there was soon a wave of exclamations around him, and even Draco, who was focused, was interrupted. He looked around in confusion, and everyone was staring in one direction, even the other players hovering in the air.

What's going on?

Draco's mind was full of confusion, he was so focused that he didn't even notice what was just happening.

It was - Harry Potter dodging everywhere, and a Bludger that seemed to be mad and chasing Potter. Draco saw the Weasley twins, who were strikers, following closely behind Potter, and knocked the Bludger out several times, but the Bludger turned a corner and chased after him.

This doesn't fit the Bludger setting, it doesn't make sense!

Someone has done something with a Bludger, and that's something anyone can imagine.

It was starting to rain in the sky, and the bean-sized drops made Draco barely open his eyes. Wood is right when he says that Slytherin really rarely trains in this kind of weather, and they are not as hard as Gryffindor's players.

"Draco, don't be in a daze, go find the Golden Snitch now!"

Sephiroth's clear voice rang out, and Draco glanced in confusion in the direction of the stands. In this kind of weather, almost all the people in the stands are sheltering from the rain and messy, plus Draco and the stands still have a certain direction, even if Sephiroth yells at him in the stands, his voice will be drowned out in the rain, how can Sephiroth's voice reach his ears.

"Why are you still stunned, while Bludger is going crazy and dragging Potter now, go- quick, Draco, the Snitch is in your left ear."

Sephiroth was reminded again, and Draco confirmed that it was indeed Sephiroth's voice, and although he didn't know that Sephiroth could deliver his words to his ears clearly, he also knew that now was not the time to ask.

How can Bludger go crazy?

Was it Sephiroth's hands and feet?

Following Sephiroth's reminder, a golden afterimage crossed the corner of Draco's eyes, and Draco could only stuff all the questions into his stomach, he lowered his body, almost crouched on top of the broomstick and began to accelerate.

It's the time of the tournament, and it's more important to catch the Golden Snitch first than to be curious about the Bludger and win.

As for whether it would seem despicable to do so, Draco didn't care.

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PS: Fixed a thirty-seven chapter error, at this time Marcus Flint was not yet a sixth year student, he was still the captain of Slytherin, and the previous chapter had been changed.

PS2: After reading the book review, I found out that the guy in Harry, the star of Nima's "Harry Potter", is actually a gay, and he went to make a base film when he grew up, yoooooooooo...... A mouthful of old blood spurted onto the screen on the spot, and my childhood was over.