[HP]Hogwarts Daily Life

1

The weather is calm and sunny.

2

The wind blew all my hair that I had combed early in the morning and smeared it on my face. I wiped my face and thought to myself that the wind was actually not that gentle.

3

Baimon patted my shoulder and pouted in the direction of the Gryffindor table. I looked in the direction of his gesture——

Professor Snape frowned and swaggered to the Gryffindor table, or to be more precise, in front of Harry: "I wish you good luck today, Potter." He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Since you're even a troll Now that we can deal with it, how can little Quidditch be a piece of cake? Even if the opponent is Slytherin?" After finishing his words, he left expressionlessly!

I was dumbfounded: "? What did the professor do there? Was it the harsh talk session before the competition?" Baimon was confused: "Maybe?"

I glanced at the Harry trio and turned around just as I was about to speak. I gritted my teeth and said, "Why does he have a broom?" I squinted my eyes, "Or Nimbus 2000!" Baimon also widened his eyes: "?! Didn't you say that? Can’t the freshmen bring brooms?” The two of us squatted in the corner with our legs crossed and muttered, and finally came to the conclusion: “The savior of all evil.”

4

As I expected, as soon as I returned to the Slytherin table, Draco, Bai Xiaosheng and Malfoy were already shouting: "Why! Why why!" The Slytherins on the side Proficient in smoothing hair: "Yes, why!"

Seeing Draco like this made me feel better.

Draco pulled Blaise and Pansy towards us, mumbling things like "Damn it" and "I need to tell my dad". He stood still in front of us and said aggressively: "You're not going to cheer for Gryffindor, are you?" I asked doubtfully: "...Are our clothes so similar to red?"

Draco was stuck, and it took him a while before he answered: "That's it! Let's go to the game, and we'll sit together."

Ok.

5

The game is on!

Along with the cheers of the audience, the Quidditch teams from both sides took the stage.

The Slytherin team came out, and I was dizzy: "Baimon! That senior is so handsome! What's his name?" "Terence." "Wow... he looks so stupid, so cute!" "Baimon was speechless. I turned my head in confusion, only to see the Gryffindor team: "! What's the name of that leading senior? He's so handsome!" "...Wood." "? Wooden wood. ?" Baimeng said speechlessly: "Just call him Wood."

Tears appeared from where they shouldn't have appeared: "Bearmon, look! George and Fred are so handsome today!! I really like to see them wearing competition uniforms, this is so awesome!"

Baimeng, who had been as quiet as a chicken just now, finally responded: "He is indeed handsome." He murmured in a low voice: "I also want to be that tall."

I realized it. I patted Baimon on the shoulder: "You will do it."

Baimen simply turned his head and ignored me.

I jumped up and down and shouted at George and Fred: "You! Today! It's so cool!!" George turned the broom and blew me a kiss with a smile, and Fred also blew me a kiss. wink. Athletic boys compete!

Next to me, Draco poked my elbow: "You said you wouldn't cheer for them!"

6

It is well known that Baimon and I are bad athletes. I always seemed very excited just because I saw good-looking players. Before I could enjoy watching the Quidditch match, I had just cheered up when I saw the scene of Harry vomiting the Golden Snitch out of his mouth.

"...?"

"...!"

Baimon frowned in disbelief: "How did he swallow the Golden Snitch?" I masked pain: "I was just in a daze... Why should I do this... If I make a mistake, Professor Snape will punish me Me, instead of me seeing Harry puke a ball!"

Draco screamed frantically: "Butter!! What is he doing!!" He seemed to be greatly shocked, covering his face and lying there, refusing to accept the fact that Slytherin had lost.

All the friends were driven away by him, and he sat blankly alone.

Baimon pulled me up quietly, and the two of us stood in front of Draco. "If you feel really uncomfortable, just cry." Draco said in a sobbing tone, "Who is going to cry?"

After a while, he buried his head in the scarf nest made by Baimon and I and sobbed softly. His tears of anger and disappointment soaked a small piece of fabric.

Draco quickly regained his composure, wiped away his tears, raised his head and said to us fiercely: "...You didn't see anything!"

Me: "What happened?"

Baimon: "What's wrong?"

Draco sniffed, sniffled and laughed a little.