The days passed quickly, and as we entered November, it became very cold. The mountains around the school are gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake is as cold and hard as tempered steel. Every morning there is frost on the ground.
Malfoy at the dining table couldn't help yawning. He read very late yesterday, because he thought that today was the Quidditch match and basically the whole school was on holiday, so he didn't have to go to class, so he stayed up for a while. Unexpectedly, he was forcibly pulled from bed by Pansy this morning.
"First, why can girls go to the men's dormitory at will? Second, why are everyone so crazy about this competition?" Malfoy, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, repeated the movement mechanically, stuffing the bread into his mouth inside. I can't help but slander in my heart.
"Today is the most critical day. If we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us." Pansy was analyzing the Quidditch situation and its impact on the House Cup next to Malfoy.
"In any case, Dumbledore will give this year's House Cup to the Lions in order to gain reputation for Harry." Malfoy knew it well, but he would not say it out loud.
"What's more, others still have the aura of the protagonist. The Golden Snitch flew directly into the mouth, how can we win here." Naturally, it was impossible to say these words to Pan Xi. Malfoy could only say a few perfunctory words: "As far as Gryffindors are small, our team can definitely crush them, so don't worry."
"By the way, I heard that the savior is Gryffindor's Seeker, and their captain said it was a secret weapon. What can the first grade do? They won't cheat, right?" Pansy said, taking two dollars. The bread spreads jam in the middle.
"Miss, when it comes to cheating, most people will first think of our college." Malfoy wanted to laugh. Speaking of Quidditch, Slytherin's cheating is not really considered, but there are so many small tricks that many people actually don't have a good impression of their team.
"It's not too late for you to go." Pansy looked expectantly at Malfoy. "Suppress their arrogance severely."
"Stop doing this, I'm not interested. I wouldn't have gone to the game today if you hadn't asked me to." Malfoy naturally refused.
"Not interested? That means you are still very good, right?" Pansy seemed to catch the loophole in Malfoy's words.
"Don't talk while eating." Malfoy stuffed a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth, and Pansy could only make a slight whine and stared at Malfoy bitterly.
"You want to murder me?" The piece of bread seemed a bit big, and Pansy swallowed it for a long time before finishing it completely, and took a big gulp of honey tea.
"You're murdering me by asking me to go to those events. You know..."
"Time is life." Pansy said strangely. "Aren't you bothered? What if I murdered you? If you want to go today, you will go if you don't."
"Okay, okay." Malfoy waved his hand for forgiveness.
"Just collect information about the Dark Lord." Malfoy tried his best to convince himself that today's activities were meaningful.
"That's about the same." Pan Xi raised his head, as if declaring his victory once again.
By eleven o'clock, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats are literally raised to mid-air, but it's still hard to see the game at times.
Due to Pansy's high enthusiasm, Malfoy and her came relatively early and sat in the front seats, but the difference between the front and back seats was actually not that big for this kind of competition.
"Oops." Pansy patted himself on the forehead. "I forgot to bring my binoculars." Then he looked at Malfoy eagerly, hoping that he would have a solution.
"Don't look at me, why don't I try using the Flying Curse?"
"Go to hell." It was obvious that Malfoy was joking, and this place was too far from the dormitory. The Flying Curse also has a distance limit, and Dumbledore might be able to do it.
"Actually, I can't see that the blow will be lighter later on." Malfoy thought to himself.
"Close your eyes," Malfoy said softly, still ready to grant Pansy's wish.
Pansy immediately obediently complied.
"I'm not arrogant at all when I ask for help from others." Malfoy couldn't help but chuckle secretly.
"Expand the horizon!" Malfoy whispered the spell.
As a wizard who pursues self-improvement, self-created spells can be said to be a dividing point. In a sense, only after creating or improving a spell can one truly enter the magic field, otherwise it can only be counted as a magic spell. Pick up the wisdom of the predecessors. Although Professor Lockhart, who will be coaching next year, is mediocre, he is still thriving in the magic world thanks to his improved "Forget It All".
"Innovation is the primary productive force." Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.
"The first self-created spell to be used in this kind of place." Malfoy didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As far as human nature is concerned, being brave and ruthless has already been deeply embedded in the genes. If possible, Malfoy would certainly want to create a lethal spell like "Shen Feng Wu Ying", but it seems that things have backfired.
"Auxiliary ones are also good." Malfoy could only comfort himself.
"You can open your eyes."
"Now I finally understand the reason why you ran to the library all day." Pansy looked towards the center of the court, feeling as if he was listening to the captain's lecture around the Slytherin players, any small movement of the Slytherin players She couldn't escape her eyes, even the spittle that Flint spattered when he spoke.
"So-so," Pansy commented. "I still want to hear what they're saying."
"I really can't do this." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.
"It's useless." Pansy pouted.
"Hey, are you crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?"
"Don't make noise, the game is about to start."
"Sure enough, female fans in any world are unreasonable." Malfoy felt a little hurt.
The game is about to start, and Mrs. Hooch is standing in the middle of the court as the referee, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.
The stands outside the stadium were buzzing with people, some were holding banners, some were waving small flags they made themselves. Some people use binoculars to observe teammates on both sides quietly and attentively. Some people are distracted. Yes, Malfoy, looking around while everyone else was looking forward to the game.
"Infatuated professor, my beloved will continue to be her son's nanny after his death." Soon Malfoy saw Snape, still with the same gloomy expression, but glanced at Harry from time to time.
His eyes moved, and Malfoy soon saw Professor Quirrell wearing a turban.
"This is the real luck. You can meet the Dark Lord wherever you go in the wild." Malfoy sighed. "But the boss only uses you as cannon fodder."
Moving his eyes again, and scanning the highest row, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, beside Simonavi and others, they were pulling a banner made of bed sheets, which said Potter must Win, a lion symbolizing Gryffindor was drawn below, and Hermione chanted softly, making the paint on the banner flash different colors.
The players on both sides gradually moved closer to the center, and Mrs. Hooch raised her voice: "Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." Mrs. Hooch kept her eyes on the captain of the Slytherin team as she spoke. On the body, it is obviously a special warning.
"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks."
Players from both sides got on their broomsticks.
Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle hard.
Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game begins.
"Equipment crushing, how does this work?" Malfoy's eyesight is very good, and he can still see the situation on the field without applying magic. But he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the speed of everyone when they took off. "No wonder the team has to get sponsorship in the second year, the gap is too big." Harry took the lead and rushed into the sky holding the broom. The players in Slytherin and Fendor were significantly behind him.
Malfoy just found it dull in the subsequent games where you came and went. The existence of the Golden Snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this kind of game. The game that almost puts the outcome of the game on one person is really worthless.
"Someday someone will go up and use the Quaffle to get two or three hundred points to crack down on this rule." Malfoy couldn't help thinking maliciously.
"Gryffindor keeper Wood made a nice move and broke the ball, now it's Gryffindor with the ball - that's Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell, over the field, in the Dancing around Flint nimbly — ouch — that must hurt.” Lee Jordan's voice echoed loudly over the court. Malfoy was only saddened by the professionalism of the event. As a commentary, how can there be such an obvious bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful and perfect when he has the ball. Slytherin has nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a sentence from his previous life: "Long live Italy." The commentator who said this sentence was not uncommonly criticized.
Then the game continued. Flint fouled and charged Harry, giving Gryffindor a free-kick. But it seems that they did not seize this opportunity.
Harry on the pitch seemed to feel something was wrong with his broom at this moment. He couldn't direct it at all. The broomstick shuttled through the air turning left and right, shaking violently from time to time, almost falling him off.
"Look, Ron, there's something wrong with Harry's broom." Hermione seemed to be the first to notice the problem.
Harry's broom twitched and twisted wildly all the way, slowly, higher and higher, taking Harry away from the field.
"Harry's talent is as powerful as his father's, don't worry." Hagrid muttered. He had to be a little late because of his bunch of magical creatures. "It must be a Gryffindor ruse, you know—impossible!" Hagrid exclaimed suddenly.
Everyone in the stands was pointing upwards at Harry. His broomstick began to roll and roll, and Harry could barely hold it together. Suddenly, there was another frantic twist on the broomstick, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now hangs in the air with only one hand on the handle of the broom.
"Did something happen to the broomstick when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus whispered.
"That's the latest Nimbus 2000." Ron's voice trembled.
"It must be black magic." Hermione gave her inference, and snatched Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking at the field, she looked at the crowd in the stands.
Soon she seemed to have found her purpose, and quickly left the small group in Gryffindor.
"Little girl is about to act." Malfoy watched as Hermione struggled through the crowd and came to the stand where Snape was.
"It's a pity that I found the wrong person." Malfoy rubbed his nose and sat watching the show.
"IQ is worrying." Malfoy stared at Quirrell who was accidentally interrupted by Hermione, and couldn't help but want to laugh. How much experience would he dare to deal with Harry in full view? Dumbledore is not a vegetarian, even without Hermione It is impossible for Lao Deng to let Harry have an accident.
The jinx stopped working and Harry's broom returned to normal.
Suddenly there was a tidal wave of cheers from the stands, and people stood up and clapped their hands. Harry spat out the Snitch in his mouth, waved his broom, and said, "I caught the Snitch!". Lee Jordan loudly announced the result of the game, with a score of 17o to 6o, Gryffindor won the game.
"Damn it," Pansy said bitterly.
"So it's my leg you're pinching, miss." Malfoy only felt a tingling pain in his thigh, and Pansy pinched him hard, as if to vent, as for whose leg was pinching, it wasn't. Pansy was concerned.
"Never sit with female fans again." Malfoy said to himself secretly.
"Finally, two seconds of silence for Mr. Snape whose robe was burned." Malfoy finally silently glanced at the professor who had been severely tricked by Hermione.
"Let's go." Pan Xi stood up angrily, but just after taking a step, she was thrown back on the chair.
"The vision is the same as before!" Malfoy couldn't help smiling. Apparently Pansy, who hadn't broken the spell, couldn't notice his feet.
"Get up." Malfoy reached out his hand to pull Pansy up and lead her away. But she lowered her head as if thinking about something.
"It was just a fluke that they won today, right?" Pansy said, looking at Malfoy suddenly.
"It's definitely a fluke." Malfoy could only follow her naturally.
"Next year we will definitely win, right?"
"Of course." Malfoy reassured.
"You will definitely help us avenge you, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." As soon as the words came out, Malfoy felt that he had been put in a different position.
"Very well, I'm in a much better mood now." A smile suddenly appeared on Pansy's face, like a ray of sunshine cast on a cloud that had been overcast and rainy for a long time. "Let's go." Pan Xi said happily, as if the loss of the game had no effect on her.
Malfoy: "... . . . "