Christmas is over and the school is back to business as usual.
Malfoy is still living his seemingly peaceful campus life, dining hall, library, dormitory, classroom, four points and one line, with few exceptions.
As for Harry, it was miserable. Wood, the Quidditch captain of their academy, had stricter requirements on the players than ever before. Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snow, his energy did not cool down in the slightest. The Weasley brothers kept complaining, but persevered, not to mention Harry.
Because assuming they win this game. They are likely to end Slytherin's seven consecutive House Cup wins this year.
When the goal is out of reach, people usually give up their efforts. When the goal may be within reach of your toes, most people tend to grit their teeth and stick to it. This is the true portrayal of the Gryffindor team.
The Weasleys on the training ground were at it again, as they kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off broomsticks.
In the end, they were scolded by Wood, and there was another bad news: "Snape will be the referee of the game."
In an instant, the faces of almost all the team members were covered with dark clouds. Obviously, the goal that could be achieved with a step-by-step effort suddenly became an impossible task.
Everyone's morale has dropped, and the enthusiasm for training has also dropped a lot. Obviously, this is a fatal blow.
The training was over, and the Gryffindor players were still discussing and chatting quietly, probably guessing how Snape would make things difficult for them, but Harry didn't care to listen to them, and went straight to the Gryffindor lounge , he wanted Hermione and Ron to give him advice, and he doubted Snape would do anything to him.
"Don't take part in the competition," said Hermione immediately.
"Just say you're sick," said Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," suggested Hermione.
"Really broke a leg," said Ron.
Harry held his forehead in pain and said, "I'm the only Seeker in the team. If I'm absent, the team won't be able to participate."
Ron and Hermione stopped talking immediately. They both knew that Harry was a very responsible boy, and he couldn't drag the whole team down for his own safety.
Of course, this once again reflects the irrationality of this game and the mistakes of the Gryffindor team in cultivating talents. How can there be no substitute in a big game
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"Damn it." Malfoy took a hard bite of the buttered bread, feeling a little depressed.
"My eldest lady, can we not care about the games that are not in our academy? Do you know what time I went to bed last night?" Malfoy on the dining table wailed exaggeratedly.
"I must see Gryffindor lose." Pansy was obviously brooding over the team's failure last time, and he clenched his fists as he spoke.
"I hate female football fans." Malfoy cursed. "However, it looks like we can make a quick decision today. Hurry up and go back to catch up on sleep." Thinking of this, his mood seemed to improve.
"Our dean is the referee in this competition, and Gryffindor must suffer a lot." Pansy said in a low voice, but Malfoy could feel the excitement in her tone.
Malfoy couldn't help rubbing his forehead: "Is it really good to be so happy for an unfair referee?"
Soon they were on the field together, and the enthusiasm of the audience was at an all-time high. Cheers and cheers resounded through the audience even before the game started, Gryffindor was especially excited, this game was so crucial for them, but when they knew that Snape was the referee, the audience was obviously There was a lot of booing.
"Look, Ron, Professor Dumbledore is here." Hermione in the stands tugged at Ron's sleeve and said.
Dumbledore walked slowly into the venue, dragging his robe.
"Thank goodness." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "That way we can rest assured that Snape won't dare to play tricks in front of him."
"No." Hermione frowned. "It seemed Professor Dumbledore was in the stands last time," she said.
"Then why didn't he help Harry last time?" Ron obviously didn't believe it.
"I don't know." She paused, clenched the wand in her hand: "So we still can't take it lightly."
"Remember, don't forget, it's 'legs stop dead'." Hermione reminded Ron.
"Got it." Ron was a little impatient. "I still don't believe he dared to play tricks in public," he said again.
Hermione thought that the efficiency of stopping it last time was too slow, so today she chose to use a new spell to deal with Snape.
On the field, the players from both sides came to the center of the field. As usual in the previous game, Mrs. Hooch said some more words such as fair play, and the game began.
"Hufflepuff penalty!" Snape said in a dark tone.
Less than a few minutes into the game, Snape awarded Hufflepuff a free throw for disrupting the referee by hitting him with a Bludger.
Harry was still circling the pitch like a hawk, trying to find the Snitch as quickly as possible, giving Snape as little time as possible to favor Hufflepuff.
"Hufflepuff penalty!" he said again, this time for no reason.
The Gryffindor students off the field were boiling, harsh whistles came from all grades, and even the Hufflepuff students were not very happy. , as those with vested interests, they cannot accept it either.
"Nice job." Pansy cheered, hands up.
"Why don't you cheer, our academy has scored again." Pansy poked Malfoy with his arm.
"Oh, yeah!" Malfoy raised his hand stiffly and waved it. "Nice job!" he said dryly.
As soon as the words were finished, thunderous applause suddenly came from all around the stands. Except for the seats on the side of their academy, there was a strange dead silence here.
When Pansy reminded Malfoy, it seemed that the outcome had already been decided, and she missed that crucial moment.
The excited voice of the commentator sounded: "Oh my God, what did I see? There must be many viewers who didn't realize it just now. Even I almost missed the historic moment! Harry Potter of the Gryffindor team just now Suddenly a nice dive, he was so fast that I thought he was going to hit the ground, and so did the referee," he continued, taking a breath. "Mr. Snape was already on his broom to rescue him. But Harry didn't fall, just inches from the referee's side, he managed to catch the Snitch, and now he's holding the Snitch high Hold it high and declare your victory! Audience, let us cheer, for this historic moment, we are honored to witness the fastest end of a game in Quidditch history!"
Huge cheers almost overturned the entire venue.
Not enough, Ron complained in a low voice: "Obviously just looking for an opportunity to make trouble." Ron, who didn't believe what he said just now, was still shocked when he saw Snape riding on the broom, so his current position is very easy. changed.
"Yeah." Hermione agreed. "But Harry didn't give him a chance!" She smiled happily.
"Well done," said a kind voice from behind Harry, who looked back to see Dumbledore's smiling face. ""I'm glad to see that you're not thinking about that magic mirror all day. It's great to live life to the fullest." The professor's voice was so small that he was the only one who could hear it.
Harry looked further back and saw Snape spitting fiercely on the ground. He felt that this might be the happiest moment in his life, and his mood was happier than ever. At last he had done something to be really proud of—no one would ever say that he was just a famous name. The night air has never been sweeter. As he walked across the damp grass, the events of the previous hour replayed in his mind, in vaguely blissful episodes: the Gryffindors running up to lift him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione Jumping up and down in the distance, Ron was cheering with a nosebleed.
Harry had reached the broom shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor took the lead. He succeeded.
Some people are very happy, some people are sad.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in someone's foot, and he was stepped on. He turned his head to look over, and it was Pansy's flushed little face. Malfoy saw her trembling all over, and her eyes were red.
"I said earlier not to come, I insisted on coming to take the blow." Malfoy obviously didn't say these words out of his mouth, which obviously added fuel to the fire, and the priority now is to cool down. But for a while, he couldn't find any words of comfort.
"Who am I? I'm the rich second generation!" He suddenly slapped his head. Slowly said to Pansy: "Gryffindor and the others are no match for them. Harry Potter's broom is the latest Nimbus 2000. Professor McGonagall seems to be fair, but in fact he is the most partial to them." Pansy nodded sharply. Obviously very much agree with this reason. "But this problem is unlikely to continue next year. I will ask my father to sponsor the Slytherin team. Nimbus 2001 will definitely be better than them next year."
"Really? Isn't that a small sum?" Pan Xi couldn't believe it.
"Golden Gallon is nothing for the honor of the academy." Malfoy said seriously.
Pan Xi stared at him blankly, and suddenly gave a "puchi" smile. Said: "Come on, you, the person with the least sense of honor in the academy is you, and I have to pull you to come to the two competitions."
"Uh..." Malfoy didn't know how to continue.
"But I know you're doing it for me." Pansy's voice trailed off, and unlike the flush caused by anger just now, her face now had a shy blush, making her look shy and cute.
"Thank you." She said softly, then kissed him on the cheek like a dragonfly, and then got up and ran away.
"Evil capitalism." Malfoy touched the place where he was kissed just now, and couldn't help sighing. "But I like it." He added this sentence in his heart.