In the Slytherin dressing room.

Malfoy gave one last lecture.

Originally, the team members thought that they were familiar with it, 'You bunnies make me feel bad, and I will make you all bad in the future, but it turned out to be different.'

"I'll admit I'm being harsh these days."

For the first time, Malfoy actually said that he was not good.

"For the sake of my own selfish desires, I have subjected you to the most difficult training, and even the level of training inside is beyond the scope of the students."

Malfoy looked at the group and said, "I'm here to say thank you."

"Thank you all, Quidditch is never a one-man game, and even the most powerful Seeker needs to have teammates."

"Besides, I'm not a strong Seeker."

"In my game against Potter, it is always Harry Potter who wins."

"Good teammates are the reason for Slytherin's victory."

His words silenced the Slytherins.

Crabbe couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have this technique, Draco."

"No," Malfoy said, with a deep sigh, "it's your efforts."

"You're working harder than we do!" "You're the first to arrive at the stadium, and you're always the last to leave."

"We all know that you're doing it for our good."

"Really? Do you think the same way?" Malfoy was surprised.

The team members nodded firmly, and Goyle said, "We know the captain's good intentions, and no matter what the outcome, you are the most successful captain!"

"Good, good!" Malfoy nodded in satisfaction.

"Then you bastards don't hurry up and put on your clothes, if I am tied to the pillar of shame, none of you will be happy!"

The picture is poor, and the sensationalism in front is for the ugly face in the back.

Malfoy sneered, "This is still the last one, whoever makes me unhappy, I don't make him happy."

Familiar taste, familiar recipe.

"Change into our jersey and walk out of the field, we're Slytherin."

Malfoy said arrogantly, "Victory is our treasure, and we will take it by any means!"

...

Gryffindor locker room.

Harry also gave his final reprimand.

"We just need to play this last game well and play to our original abilities."

Harry inspired, "We've cornered them countless times, and this time it's different, we're going to win."

"In the name of Gryffindor, we will topple the throne and become the new champion!"

"For Gryffindor!"

The morale of the Gryffindor locker room was boosted.

This year's Gryffindors are different, they are more mature.

They have the best chasers and the best seekers, and victory will be in their pocket.

Ron has been in great form this year and has been transferred to the goalkeeper position to make a huge contribution to Gryffindor's win games.

The new addition Dean takes over the chaser position and works well with his ex-girlfriend.

"We have everything we need to win, why should we lose to Slytherin!"

Harry listened to the call from outside as the team entered the arena, he took a deep breath, his eyes swept over his teammates, and said firmly, "Get out of the arena and let us have no regrets!"

The Gryffindor team nodded earnestly.

In cheers.

Red and green appear.

The noisy cheering in the audience was endless.

"The first to come out is the Gryffindor team, their captain Harry Potter has a determined eye, this is the last battle, and the end of fate."

Ernie McMillan is passionately microphone.

"Slytherin is out, their captain Draco Malfoy, well, this year is also his last

In World War I, according to reliable grapevines, this person has repeatedly conducted inhumane training for the team members, and each team member has been in the school hospital, which is simply inhumane."

Malfoy was enjoying the cheers, and when he heard this, he immediately cast a murderous look at Ernie.

"," Malfoy scolded, "I haven't been to my house!"

Goyle and Crabbe's henchmen were silent.

Not only them, but Slytherin was silent.

Well, except for Astoria, all have been.

But what are you proud of?

Ms. Huo Qi was still the referee, and the captains of both sides shook hands.

Malfoy was secretly struggling, and so was Harry.

The two of them clasped their hands, which meant that they were old in the wilderness.

Ms. Hodge was speechless and let the two of them let go.

"Game on!"

The seekers on both sides immediately flew to the right place in search of the Golden Snitch.

"Astoria was the first to get the ball, she was at the helm of the firebolt and went straight to the Gryffindor goal, this beautiful girl...... What! Ginny Weasley shows up and she cuts off Astoria's ball!"

The competition was fierce from the start.

Astoria takes the ball first, but Ginny turns out and steals the Quaffle in her arms.

Astoria reacted and immediately turned back to grab the ball, and the two rapid figures collided in the air to fight.

"Oh Maiga, Astoria got the ball, oh no, she didn't, Ginny passed the ball out, Dean Thomas caught it, where did the Bludger come from, Dean was hit! The ball changes hands again!"

The two sides went back and forth, and Harry smiled as soon as he saw Ginny take the ball.

Goyle and Crabbe, two Bludger specialists, hit the ball at Ginny, who dodged it.

But it still bought time for Astoria, accelerated with the ball, confused Ron with a feint, and threw the ball into the bottom right corner goal.

"Slytherin takes the lead !! points"

Ernie yelled excitedly, his throat hurting.

The back-and-forth battle was unprecedentedly fierce, and everyone could smell how exciting the game was.

Malfoy smirked, "My Ato is the best."

Harry immediately retorted, ", Ginny is the best."

The two men glanced at each other, and fierce sparks burst out of their sights.

Immediately, the two quarreled over who was the best.

Ginny makes a quick break, teaming up with Dean to penetrate the Slytherin gates.

"Beautiful! I love this redhead, her pitching is like art!"

Ernie pounded the table excitedly, and the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth behind him were almost uncontrollable, very happy.

The cheers were almost deafening, and John was in Slytherin's position when he saw Luna, wearing a snake scarf and a lion's hat on the other side, cheering for Slytherin and Gryffindor for a while.

"I bet this is the best game at Hogwarts in 100 years!" Ernie passionately opened the mic, "Are Slytherins going to have their thirteenth straight victory?"

"Or will the roaring lion be the one to overthrow the throne?"

"This is not a match, this is a fateful match!"

The game on the field is tense and exciting.

Astoria's speed, Ginny's technique.

Goyle and Crabbe's Bludger bombardment.

Ron formed an iron wall and resolutely defended it.

The score was always tight, the difference did not even exceed 20 points, and even the advantages and disadvantages were exchanged at one point.

And the only one who decides the outcome is the golden snitch.

Get the Golden Snitch and win the world.

The captains of both sides, the Seekers, are looking in the sky with sharp eyes.

"Potter," Malfoy said defiantly to Harry, "let's wrap it up."

Harry smiled triumphantly, "That's exactly what I mean."

The entanglement that began in the first grade, let's cut it here.

You're not a savior, I'm not the youngest Death Eater.

Fate meets again, and then there are two straight lines, never to meet again.

Gold appeared in a flash.

The two figures moved at the same time.

A familiar feeling.

2nd grade, 3rd grade, 5th grade.

Confrontation after confrontation, entanglement again and again.

We are a mess entangled with each other, and it's time to separate.

The final battle is the end for us.

Malfoy & Potter.

Slytherin and Gryffindor.

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