Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 618 A Different Malfoy

After Halloween, Hogwarts finally ushered in the first Quidditch match of the term.

Since the Triwizard Tournament was held last year, there was no Quidditch match, so the Hogwarts students held back for a long time. Everyone came to the stadium early, hoping to occupy a better seat.

As in previous years, the opening match was still the old rivals of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

With Dumbledore's intervention, Umbridge finally passed the Gryffindor team's reorganization application, but she kept delaying the approval until the day before the game, because the team did not reorganize, so they could not Getting permission to practice on the pitch, which resulted in Harry and the others having no time to practice at all during this time.

"It doesn't matter! Even if we don't practice, we can beat the Slytherin guys to pieces!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Angelina roared loudly as if Wood possessed her, cheering up the players.

The mentality of everyone else was pretty good, only Ron, who was about to play for the first time, seemed very nervous, and Harry could only comfort him in a low voice.

When the time came, Harry walked into the stadium with his teammates, and there was a tsunami of cheers around him. He looked around and saw that except for Slytherin, the other three houses were cheering for them...

In addition to the fact that Slytherin has always been unpopular, there is naturally the influence of the companions of the Cat Society.

"Relax, Ron." Harry comforted Ron again in a low voice, "Goyle and Crabbe are both on the school team, and they can't even tell the end of a broom."

Ron: "..."

Although I feel that Harry seems to be despising himself by comparing himself with the two idiots Goyle and Crabbe, but I have to say that the effect of these words is quite good. nervous.

They reached the middle of the field, where the Slytherins and Ms. Hooch were already waiting.

Harry's eyes flicked to Monty, the new captain of Slytherin, and Goyle and Crabbe, who were swinging their bats, and finally fell on Malfoy.

Malfoy, leaning on his own Nimbus 2001, looked back at Harry calmly with gray eyes.

When the eyes of the two met, Harry inexplicably felt a sense of tension that was different from the upcoming game, which made him subconsciously want to avoid Malfoy's sight, but he reacted in time and forcefully He abruptly stopped his head, which was about to turn away, and glared at Malfoy with his neck stuck.

However, Malfoy seemed to see Harry's sternness, he showed a faint but mocking smile, and then took the initiative to look away.

Although the two of them didn't say a word, they didn't even move much, just pure eye contact, but Harry didn't know why, but he just felt that he was weaker than Malfoy just now.

In fact, this is not the first time a similar situation has occurred. Since the beginning of school, Harry has discovered that Malfoy has changed differently from before, and as time goes by, his changes have become more and more obvious...

Malfoy is no longer like before, taking his two followers from time to time, running in front of himself and Ron to get in the way, except that he will cooperate with Snape to taunt himself as always in Potions class, and he is always the same A taciturn look...

Of course, in the eyes of Harry and Ron, his appearance became gloomy.

Originally, Malfoy no longer came to trouble them, Harry should be happy, but in fact, instead of being happy, Harry felt aggrieved.

Because he could feel that Malfoy didn't come to make trouble for them, not because he wanted to get along with them peacefully, or because he was afraid as Ron said, but instead showed a faint disdain for arguing with them.

This kind of high profile was more unacceptable to Harry than provocation, but it was impossible for him to find trouble with the other party because Malfoy didn't come to trouble himself, and to be honest, Malfoy now made Harry a little afraid.

At first he didn't know why, but gradually, Harry realized...

The current Malfoy is like a smaller Professor Snape, making Harry feel a little panicky while being hostile to him.

"The captains of both sides shook hands."

Ms. Hooch's voice interrupted Harry's wild thoughts, and he turned his eyes away from Malfoy and looked at Angelina.

Montague's size was about the same as Harry's cousin Dudley. He stretched out his hand with a smirk, and was about to crush Angelina's fingers, but Angelina didn't flinch and stretched out his hand to meet him Shake it.

"Get on the broom..."

Ms. Hooch spoke in time, causing Montague to let go of her hand resentfully, while Angelina waved her hand blankly, and stepped onto her broomstick together with other players.

With the sound of the whistle, fourteen players soared into the air. Harry glanced at Ron out of the corner of his eye, and found that he was going straight to the circle as the goal as he did during training. With the attack of the Bludger, it flew in a large circle, looking for the golden snitch who didn't know where it was.

At the other end of the field, Malfoy took the same course of action as he did.

While most of the students were gathering at the Quidditch pitch to watch this long-lost game, Fish was strolling around the castle alone.

Hermione was not by his side, because she happened to have something to discuss with the prefects about the Cat Club, and the noisy Quidditch pitch was an excellent cover, and everyone was busy watching the game. notice them.

What's more, there are other members of the Maomao Club helping to look out and cover up.

Originally, Hermione invited Fish to go with her, but Mao Mao disliked the noise, and he would rather sleep in the dormitory.

After getting enough sleep, Fish, who felt a little bored, left the dormitory and wandered aimlessly in the empty castle.

"Cough, cough." A familiar cough sound came from behind Fish, and Umbridge pretended to say in her falsetto like a little girl, "Oh, isn't this Mr. McGonagall? You didn't go to see Is it a ball game?"

In fact, Fish had already smelled Umbridge's scent, and her equally recognizable footsteps did not escape Maomao's sensitive ears.

In Fisher's perception, Umbridge was actually hanging behind him 5 minutes ago.Maomao wasn't interested in what she wanted to do, so she didn't bother to talk to her, and if she wanted to take the initiative to attack herself, then Fish would have a reason to beat her up again.

After beating Umbridge last time, she has no memory, which is quite depressing for Maomao...

It's a pity that she actually took the initiative to say hello, and it seemed that she couldn't move her hands.

"Fish doesn't like Quidditch... any questions?"

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Mao Mao turned around and asked not very happy.

"Of course there is no problem," Umbridge showed a happy smile, and continued to say, "Actually, I don't like Quidditch very much, it's too barbaric!" , then, would you like to sit in my office?"

In order for Fish to agree to his invitation, Umbridge added: "I have tea from Master Trelawney and refreshments from my dear subordinates. I think you will like."

Although the memory of Umbridge's attack has been erased by the Forgetting Potion, she has not forgotten the prophecy made by Trelawney.

The existence she hates the most will bring her huge troubles, and has been entangled with her for a long time, inseparable...

Doesn't this mean that he was turned into a toad man? !

Umbridge, who was only skeptical at first, now completely believed in Trelawney's prophecy.During this period of time, in addition to constantly causing trouble for many people in Hogwarts, she often went to talk to Professor Trelawney.

After Professor Trelawney already knew her purpose, she naturally pretended to be a ghost again, and gave her a prophecy about Dumbledore-"In the future, Dumbledore will Greed suffers misfortune."

In addition to this exciting prophecy, Professor Trelawney's indifference to Dumbledore also made Umbridge feel that she was a professor who could be won over by the Ministry of Magic...

So Umbridge ran to her more often, and that's how the tea came.

"Good meow."

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Facing this obviously malicious invitation, Fisher agreed without thinking about it.

Then Umbridge laughed even wider.

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　After playing outside for a day, I'm so tired, I don't want to code...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)