Today was the weekend, and Harry originally planned to go to see Hagrid with Hermione Ron, but he was woken up by Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he wanted to sleep for a few more hours. But now I have to go to training.
He got up reluctantly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, squinted and looked out the window, the pink and pale gold sky was covered with a thin layer of mist. The birds chirping outside were so loud that he wondered why he hadn't been woken up just now.
He hurriedly left a note for Ron and rushed to the lounge, still carrying his Nimbus 2000, but met his admirer, Colin Creevey again. After being entangled for a long time, I finally got rid of him.
After a long time, he came to the Gryffindor dressing room, and after a while, they arrived at the stadium, and the sun was already high.
Then he stood at the back of the line and heard Wood yell violently: "I've got the court for today!"
Harry pushed his way to the front to find that the field was already occupied, and students in green robes were already training on the field.
"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our training time! We got up early! Get out, please!"
"Oh," said Flint with a half-smile. "But I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor Cy. Snape, have allowed the Slytherins to practice at the Quidditch pitch today, to train their new Seekers."
"You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where is it?"
Harry was taken aback. He saw the platinum blonde hair at the end of the Slytherin team. He thought of Malfoy's proficient spellcasting skills and excellent grades, which made him feel like Quidditch. Malfoy would be strong too, would be a rival, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.
"Miss Pansy Parkinson," said Flint. The line slowly parted before Harry saw someone hiding behind Malfoy. For some reason he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You actually let a second-year girl be the Seeker? Also, isn't that Draco, plus you have one more person, what does that mean?" Wood asked angrily.
"Draco used his summer vacation to work at Gringotts. He gave the goblins a lot of help, so the goblins gave him a generous salary, and then we would like to thank him for his generosity. A sum of money bought seven brooms for our team." After speaking, the Slytherin players raised their brooms, the beautiful gold Nimbus 200l", shaking Gran in the morning sun. The eyes of the Fendor players.
"Well, people are different." Flint looked at Fred and George maliciously and said, "Maybe some people's fathers can't earn so much money a year, so you can only The old Sweep Seven Star No. 5 is here to clean the room”
The members of the Gryffindor team were speechless for a moment, and the Weasley brothers could only look at them angrily.
"But Draco didn't seem to be very willing to join the team, so he gave up the opportunity to Pansy, but he still agreed to be our team's technical consultant." Flint continued to explain, not so much an explanation, but Said to continue to show off.
"Well, if he's really willing to come, I think we'll probably win this year," said Flint, shaking his head and sighing.
"Let's go." Wood didn't want to conflict with them, even if he was reluctant, Slytherin at least stood firm in principle.
"Harry, why are you back?" Harry and the other players returned to the stands with some frustration, and Ron and Hermione couldn't help asking him what happened.
Harry explained it to them, and Ron's face quickly became ugly.
"This guy actually used this method?" Ron said angrily, and Hermione seemed to hear a hint of jealousy in his tone.
"Harry, look carefully, that's their team's freedom, we can't control it, and there is a dean who favors them, you just need to be yourself." Hermione encouraged him.
"En." Harry nodded and gripped his broom tightly, but he was still a little depressed, because it was not just a problem with the court, the opponent's equipment had also been updated, and the future games would definitely be very difficult.
Look back to the field.
Although it is definitely not the first time for Pansy to sit on a broomstick, it is indeed the first time for a Quidditch player. She is very excited, and her little face is flushed with excitement, just like a World Cup fan. If he was allowed to play for a few minutes a day, anyone would probably pass out from excitement. Even if it's just the school's competition team, it's enough to keep her excited for a while.
"Attention everyone." Malfoy was holding a microphone under the court, and all the players who were warming up stopped in the air, waiting for his instructions, and Pansy also hurriedly stopped the broom.
"To underestimate one's opponent is to underestimate oneself. No matter how equipped they are, Gryffindor is always a formidable team." Malfoy swept his gaze over every team member, and each team member had headsets on their heads. For the efficiency of training, the wind noise is enough for people to not be able to hear the words during training. Muggle radios are necessary. Of course, Hogwarts seems to be surrounded by strong magnetic fields, so he slightly improved it.
Malfoy might be able to invent a similar spell, but it's the most reasonable behavior to save some effort, wouldn't it be better once and for all
He went on to say seriously: "Today we have brand new equipment, but this is by no means the decisive factor in the outcome of a game. Not to mention that Harry Potter's products are only one generation away from ours, even if the Weasley brothers The two old brooms are the equipment they have been familiar with for a long time, we have replaced them with new brooms, and while enjoying faster speed, we may also take greater risks.”
The team members nodded approvingly. Although Malfoy is only in the second grade now, he has naturally exuded a kind of leadership temperament. His own achievements and some unknown rumors are enough to convince the team members, let alone him He is also a sponsor of the broom, and of course the most important thing is that he speaks very well. After they felt the speed of the wind and lightning, they did feel a little uncoordinated, and it was always awkward to control the broom at certain moments.
"Actually, I did not agree to come here for training today. If we avoid the intersection with them and use the new broom as our secret weapon, we will definitely catch them by surprise, but they will definitely be prepared after today." Malfoy continued. .
Then he saw a group of people showing regretful expressions, so he immediately continued: "But now I suddenly feel that this is nothing, you saw the expression of Captain Gryffindor just now, they have Mentally prepared, but the pressure is even greater." He paused: "We want to despise the enemy strategically and attach importance to the enemy tactically, do you have confidence?"
"Yes!" The voices of the seven roared loudly.
"The pre-war mobilization is complete." Malfoy quietly wiped his sweat. Then began to arrange tactics.
The core is very simple, that is dragging.
Pansy's familiarity with brooms is inferior to others, whether it is Gryffindor or Slytherin team, it can be said that they are the least proficient, not to mention that Harry himself is also very talented, and he has trained for another year , basically relying on Pansy to catch the Golden Snitch can't be counted on.
Although there is a huge gap between Seekers, they can still compete in speed with the latest model of broomsticks. Malfoy only gave Pansy one task, which is to hold Harry down, and then the other players rely on equipment to crush and use The Quaffle scored until it was all useless for the opponent to catch the Snitch. This is the core idea, and the details have yet to be perfected.
The players in Slytherin are taller in size. Once they are dragged into a protracted battle, they will have a greater advantage in terms of physical strength.
"Don't trust me at all, hum." Pansy complained to him while conducting normal flight training.
Malfoy could only shake his head helplessly.
"Don't forget our promise." He reminded Pansy in a low voice when he swooped over to him.
"Got it, are you annoying?" Pansy waved to him impatiently.
"The formation spread out, you all squeezed into a pile!"
"It's too loose, too loose, are you going to let others break into the empty door?"
It seems that Malfoy has adapted quickly to his role as a consultant.
The green robes of the Slytherin players bulged with the wind, making a piercing sound. Although the sun was shining brightly now, the strong wind still hurt their faces and made them feel cool. But they didn't care, they also took a deep breath in their hearts. The loss to Gryffindor last time also made them worry about it. They decided to take revenge in this year's game. Having the latest broom also filled their hearts with motivation .
"Okay, that's it for today." After a long time, Malfoy gave the order to withdraw the team. The most correct way is to keep going. Excessive training will only overdraw the potential.
Pansy, who was back on the ground, obviously still hadn't shaken off the excitement. She was holding on to the broom tightly and refused to let go. It seemed that she wasn't enjoying herself yet.
"Don't get excited, there will be opportunities in the future, how about it, it's more fun to play in person than to cheer." Malfoy put his hands on Pansy's shoulders to calm her down.
"Yeah." Pan Xi nodded, her face was blushing, and she didn't know whether it was excitement or the remnants of the exercise just now.
"So you also have to remember to abide by our agreement." Malfoy repeatedly emphasized this matter.
"Yeah." Pan Xi responded with a voice like a mosquito, nodded, and then whispered shyly, "I can do whatever you want tonight."
The entire Slytherin team seemed to be petrified, and then they heard bursts of obscene laughter on the field, attracting everyone in the stands, and all the players looked at Malfoy winkingly, acting like a man understand the expression.
Malfoy felt that if he could, he would be able to spit out a mouthful of old blood now.