Harry had scrambled out of the quagmire's oak boat, the corner of his eye had been hit by a water arrow, the swollen bulge making it almost impossible for his eyes to see, but both eyes seemed to breathe fire when he looked at the Slytherin four who were also standing up gasping for breath.

Especially, when he saw that they were looking at him with smug eyes, the anger in his heart was about to blow up his stomach!

"You can't look at us like that, Potter."

Bress wiped the water splashed on his face, and a touch of pride appeared at the corner of his mouth,

"Isn't the point of the game being to win by any means necessary?"

"Hah!" Harry laughed angrily, "That's true for Slytherin... Just like your Quidditch team, cowards as cowards, who do everything they can to avoid the Gryffindor for a small advantage! ”

"You can make a lot of noise here, Potter."

Millicent, who was much stronger than Harry, looked at Harry condescendingly and said dismissively, "You've already lost this fight anyway, and by the end of the school year, you'll see Slytherin lift the Quidditch trophy again... Eight in a row, Potter, and I'm looking forward to seeing what the look on your face will be when that happens. ”

Harry immediately tried to refute, but Neville's words made the few stranded on the track look stunned.

"We didn't lose."

Neville's round little face was resolute, and Harry was stunned, as if it was the first time he had seen Neville flinch in the face of the domineering gaze of the Slytherin purebloods.

"We didn't lose, Harry."

Neville re-emphasized, his water-soaked hair hitting his forehead in locks, looking very funny, but no one could ignore the determination in Neville's eyes right now.

"Are you being hit stupid, Longbottom?"

Daphne scoffed,

"Or are you not aware of the current situation after being hit so hard that you are delirious, we are all trapped in the mire and unable to get out, but Slatling and Draco and Pansy, you..."

Neville didn't wait for Daphne's cold words to finish his actions, he spun around and lunged at the stern hemisphere, slapping it on the hemisphere with a low roar.

The hull of the ship shook violently, as if it wanted to rush forward, but then, under the stunned gaze of the Slatterins, it came to a standstill, motionless...

"If you're trying to tease us," Daphne patted her chest and feigned shock, "you've succeeded, Longbottom, we've been taken aback by you!" ”

Amid the merry laughter of the remaining three Slytherins, Daphne glared at the funny Neville, her tone thick with disgust,

"Look at your stupidity, Longbottom, it's tarnished your bloodline, I know something interesting, I hear, your stupid parents..."

"You are not allowed to insult my parents!"

Just as the Slytherin began to laugh at Neville, Harry's wand was already tilted in his naturally drooping hand, but he had been hesitating to disobey Professor Blaine's orders, and when Daphne mentioned Neville's parents, Harry's wand had been raised above his head, and the burning fire in his eyes had extinguished his fear of punishment, and in any case, he was now ready to teach the Slytherin snakes a lesson... However, Neville roared...

The screech of piercing eardrums and the sudden reactivation of the cabin made Harry forget to punish Slytherin, and he looked at the stern of the ship in amazement—Neville was hit by the water, white smoke rising from the top of his head, bruises on his forehead, and he let out a lion-like roar, and the sharpness in his eyes made Harry think he had mistaken someone for a moment!

It's moving, the ship is really moving!

Neville was able to break free from the magic of the Lamora fish lurking in the mire with his burst of magic!

Boom!

After the heavy crash, there were a few sudden sounds of falling into the water, looking at Harry and Neville who were riding in the dust, and the Slytherin who was fluttering out of the water and standing up was stunned, unable to speak for a long time...

"Yo roar!"

"Well done !!"

The sudden burst of cheers from the little wizard of Gryffindor even shook the roof, especially when he saw the ghostly expression on the Slytherin face around him, the joy in his heart was about to gush out,

"But how did they do it?"

In the past, some Gryffindor wizards had made similar attempts when they got bogged down in the quagmire, but not to mention letting the ship break free, it was impossible to even tremble a few times!

"This is called 'Explosive Seed'--"

Amosta leaned back in his chair and answered the question with a smile.

Harry was also confused by Neville's shocking performance, he didn't know how Neville did it, but now was obviously not the time to dwell on this, now that Gryffindor had once again had a chance to win the game, Harry's eyes were shining, and he was secretly determined to seize the opportunity no matter what!

By the time Harry and Neville had managed to get to the halfway point of the race with the help of Brace, Malfoy and Pansy were already on the verge of reaching the fork in the 'Y' circuit, which meant that with just one right choice, they could easily take the glory.

"What the hell is going on with that Longbottom?" ŴŴŴ.

Only by winning can he better insult Potter, this simple truth Malfoy can carry clearly, he and Pansy have been rushing to kill Gryffindor as soon as possible, but there is such a big movement in the first half of the track, there is no reason for Malfoy and Pansy not to notice.

When Millicent and Daphne rushed into the quagmire with Potter's ship hostage, Malfoy and Parkinson, who were leaning on the oak boat, were hurrying to recover a little strength, and when they saw this scene, their minds suddenly relaxed, thinking that the overall situation was decided, but what happened next made the sense of urgency take over the hearts of both of them again.

Even from a distance of half a mile, Malfoy could feel the speeding ship that had made the white waves roll and was carrying an indomitable determination.

"Hurry up, Pansy!"

Malfoy suddenly became alarmed, and he shouted orders to Pansy to add up to what little magic he had left.

"But Draco--"

Pansy Parkinson's snarky face was gentle enough to be called a lady when facing Draco, she shook off her bangs that were wet with sweat because they hung down to cover her eyes, her hands didn't shout half a bitter word even if they had twitched slightly, she turned her head to look at the fork,

"Which way shall we go?"

Both forks were shrouded in a hazy mist, with about five or six flashing orange lights in the fog on the left and only one on the right...

This is obviously unreasonable, and anyone with a clear mind should immediately recognize that there is something wrong with it.

But... Malfoy's breath faltered for a moment when his eyes fell on the orange light, which was a little more vivid in the mist on the right.

The world turned into a blur of light and shadow in his eyes in an instant, Malfoy felt his head dizzy, he realized that something was wrong, and instinctively wanted to turn the rudder to the left, but, it seemed that there was an inexplicable force controlling his body instead of his choice, after making a silent whimper, Malfoy's body trembled violently, and he struck the rudder to the right, and then, rushed into the cloud wall silently.

PS: I'm sorry guys, it's too late for the second chapter, I'm still writing, and I'll update it during the day tomorrow

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