I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In the Slytherin locker room.

Malfoy gave his last lecture.

Originally, the team members thought they were familiar with the phrase "You bastards made me feel bad, so I will make it difficult for you in the future," but it turned out not to be the case.

"I admit I'm full of harshness these days."

For the first time, Malfoy actually talked about his own badness.

"For my own selfish desires, I let you receive the most difficult training, and even the level of training inside has exceeded the range that students have to bear."

Malfoy looked at the group of teammates and said sincerely, "I'm here to say thank you."

"Thank you all. Quidditch is never a game for one person. No matter how powerful a Seeker is, you still need teammates."

"What's more, I'm not a strong seeker."

"My game against Potter, Harry Potter will always win."

"Good teammates are what make Slytherin victorious."

His words silenced the Slytherins.

Crabbe couldn't help but said, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have such technology, Draco."

"No," Malfoy said with a deep sigh, "it's your efforts."

"You work harder than us!" Gore said. "You are the first to arrive on the field and the last to leave."

"We all know that you are doing it for our own good."

"Really? Do you think so too?" Malfoy asked in surprise.

The team members nodded firmly, and Gore said: "We know the captain's hard work, no matter what the result is, you are the most successful captain!"

"Okay, okay!" Malfoy nodded in relief.

"Then you bastards, hurry up and put on your clothes. If I am tied to the pillar of shame, none of you will feel better!"

As you can see, the sensationalism in the front is all for the ugly face in the back.

Malfoy said with a sinister smile: "This is still the last match, whoever makes me unhappy, I will make him unhappy."

Familiar taste, familiar recipe.

"Put on your jersey and get out on the field, we're Slytherins."

Malfoy said arrogantly: "Victory is our treasure, and we must seize it by any means!"

...

Gryffindor dressing room.

Harry was also doing his final lectures.

"We just need to play this last game well and play to our original ability."

Harry said encouragingly: "We have cornered them countless times before, this time is different, we will win."

"In the name of Gryffindor, we will overthrow the throne and become the new champions!"

"For Gryffindor!"

The morale of the Gryffindor locker room was boosted.

This year's Gryffindors are different, they are more mature.

They have the best Chaser and the best Seeker and the win will be theirs.

Ron is in good form this year, he was transferred to the goalkeeper position and made a great contribution to Gryffindor winning the game.

The newcomer Dean took over the position of Chaser and played well with his ex-girlfriend.

"We have all the factors to win, why should we lose to Slytherin!"

Listening to the outside calling for the team to enter the field, Harry took a deep breath, glanced at his teammates, and said firmly: "Let's walk out of the field and let us have no regrets!"

The Gryffindor players nodded earnestly.

in cheers.

Red and green appear.

There was an endless stream of cheering from the auditorium.

"The Gryffindor team was the first to come out. Their captain, Harry Potter, had a firm gaze. This is the last battle and the end of fate."

Ernie MacMillan mics with passion.

"Slytherin came out, and their captain, Draco Malfoy, well, this year is also his last battle. According to reliable gossip, this person has conducted inhumane training on the players many times. Going to the school hospital is simply inhumane."

Malfoy was enjoying the cheers, and when he heard this, he immediately gave Ernie a murderous look.

"Nonsense," Malfoy cursed, "My Atuo has never been there!"

Goyle and Crabbe fell silent.

Not only them, but Slytherin was silent too.

Well, been to all except Astoria.

But what are you proud of?

Ms. Hooch is still the referee, and the captains of both sides shake hands.

Malfoy strained secretly, and so did Harry.

The two held hands, as if they were old forever.

Ms. Hooch was speechless, and asked the two to let go.

"Game start!"

Seekers from both sides immediately flew to a high place to find the Golden Snitch.

"Astoria took the ball first, she controlled the Firebolt, and she went straight to the Gryffindor goal, this beautiful girl... what! Ginny Weasley appeared, and she broke Astoria's ball!"

The game was intense from the very beginning.

Astoria grabs the ball first, but Ginny emerges out of nowhere and steals the Quaffle in her arms.

Astoria reacted and immediately turned around to grab the ball, and two fast figures collided and competed in the air.

"Oh my god, Astoria got the ball, oh no, she didn't, Ginny passed the ball, Dean Thomas got the ball, what's the bludger, Dean got bumped! Ball again Change hands!"

The two sides were back and forth, and Harry had just seen Ginny take the ball and smiled when he saw the ball change hands.

Gore and Crabbe, two Bludger experts, hit the ball at Ginny, who dodged it.

But it still bought time for Astoria, holding the ball to speed up, confusing Ron with a fake move, and throwing the ball into the lower right corner goal.

"Slytherin takes the lead in scoring!!!"

Ernie yelled excitedly, his throat hurt a little.

The fierce competition back and forth was unprecedentedly fierce, and everyone could smell the excitement of this game.

Malfoy showed a smug smile, "My Atuo is the best."

Harry immediately retorted, "Nonsense, Ginny is the best."

The two looked at each other, and fierce sparks shot out from their eyes.

Immediately, the two had a quarrel over who was the best.

Ginny made a fast break and cooperated with Dean to penetrate the Slytherin gate.

"Beautiful! I love this redhead girl, she throws like a piece of art!"

Ernie pounded the table excitedly, and the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth behind him could hardly be suppressed, and he was very happy.

The cheers were almost deafening. John was in Slytherin's seat and saw Luna, who was wearing a snake scarf and a lion hat, cheering for Slytherin and Gryffindor for a while.

"I bet this is definitely the most exciting match in the past 100 years of Hogwarts!" Ernie started the mic enthusiastically, "Will Slytherin usher in their thirteenth consecutive victory?"

"Or will the Roaring Lion be the one to overthrow the throne?"

"This is not a game, this is a fateful duel!"

The game is tense and exciting.

Astoria's speed, Ginny's technique.

Goyle and Crabbe's Bludger bombing.

Ron formed an iron wall and resolutely defended.

The score was always tight, and the point difference did not even exceed 20 points, and even the pros and cons were swapped at one point.

And the one who decides the outcome is only the golden snitch.

Whoever gets the Golden Snitch wins the world.

The captains of both sides, the Seekers, looked in the sky with sharp eyes.

"Potter," Malfoy said defiantly at Harry, "let's end it."

Harry smiled vigorously, "That's exactly what I mean."

The entanglement since the first grade, cut it here.

You're not the savior, and I'm not the youngest Death Eater.

Destinies meet again, and then there are two straight lines that will never meet again.

Gold appeared in an instant.

The two figures moved at the same time.

Familiar feeling.

Second grade, third grade, fifth grade.

Confrontation again and again, entanglement again and again.

We are chaos entangled with each other, and it's time to separate.

The final battle brings us to an end.

Malfoy and Potter.

Slytherin and Gryffindor.

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