Draco squeezed through the locker room door with Lin An.

Marcus Flint, a sixth-grader and captain of the Slytherin team, is poking his massive body in place and cheering on the players with confidence.

Oh, my God! He was really burly, but Lin An just looked away without saying a word—well, ugly and burly.

Draco looked at them with envy and made up his mind, "I'll definitely join in my second year."

Lin An sincerely agreed: "No one will refuse you."

"And if you join the team, maybe the girls at the school will secretly organize a support team like [Draco Malfoy] [The Little Prince of Quidditch]!"

Draco didn't understand what the support team meant, but he could quite recognize the ridicule in Lin An's mouth, and at this moment a pink color appeared on his cheeks.

Then he stubbornly turned his head and looked at the players with longing in his eyes, and then pulled Lin An and hurried to the court.

As soon as they sat down, they saw that Ms. Hooch was already standing in the middle of the two teams:

"Please get on your broomsticks!"

She blew the silver whistle vigorously, and fifteen broomsticks rose into the air and rose high into the sky.

The race is on.

Today's narrator is Gryffindor's Lee Jordan, a friend of the Wesley twins, who is now raising his voice and shouting, "The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - what a great suitor that girl is - and she is also very charming-"

[In other words, it is the best to read aloud and listen to books at present, @, install the latest version.] 】

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry Professor!"

The narrator said that he was incompetent for the time being, but this unique personal style is really interesting.

Lin An looked at it with a smile.

She didn't know how to play the ball game, and she saw the players flying around in the sky, and she was accidentally taken away by the broomstick.

Many of the students on Slytherin's side had already pulled out their monoculars—or maybe some magic telescope. Including Draco.

He even thoughtfully prepared another: "Do you need it?"

Lin An took the binoculars over, looked at the sky casually, and lamented again in his heart - when will magic be integrated into technology?

Muggle football matches are now broadcast!

Lee Jordan is still quickly explaining:

"The Quaffle was tackled by the Slytherins - it was Derian Psy who was hurtling towards the post, but he was knocked down by another Bludger - the Bludger was tossed aside by Fred or George Weiss, the twins were hard to tell - the Gryffindor batsmen—"

Gryffindor's cheers echoed through the cold air, but Slytherin's side was furious, cursing angrily.

At this moment, Draco suddenly held the telescope and shouted, "Golden Snitch!"

Lin An subconsciously looked up, only to see Harry clutching his broom and swooping down, chasing the golden streamer.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Siggs, was still Marx or something like that (Lin An's memory is not clear), but he also saw it, and the two flew side by side towards the Snitch.

However, Harry's speed was obviously faster than Siggs, and even if Lin An was not keen on Quidditch, he was still infected by this fierce atmosphere at the moment, and subconsciously held his breath.

To be honest, at this moment, she didn't know which side to pray for to grab the ball first.

And just then, Marcus Flint suddenly rushed across the middle and knocked Harry's broomstick off course!

"Foul!"

Gryffindormen shouted.

Miss Hooch angrily rebuked Flint......

Draco snatched the binoculars and clenched his fists, the crimson of anger on his snow-white cheeks was particularly noticeable:

"Damn, what is he doing? The glory of Slytherin will be lost to him!".