[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

The two watched Quidditch practice for a while, and Lauren noticed the arrival of Abramovich and Warren during a dive.

After waving to them, Lauren blew the whistle hanging around his neck, calling for the team members to come down and assemble.

"Chief," Lauren said, stepping down from the broom and bowing slightly, "I'm glad you're here."

"It should be," Abramovich nodded at him. "Since I stopped playing Quidditch, I have indeed neglected our Slytherin team. This is my negligence."

Lauren smiled and scratched his head. He was a bit unscrupulous and violent on the Quidditch pitch, but in life he was a rare "honest guy" in Slytherin. Everyone called him "silly big guy" behind his back. But it didn't sound malicious.

"The chief is usually so busy, we shouldn't bother you," Lauren looked at the players behind him, "but this time the team has added a lot of new players, and I'm not very good at talking, so I hope to get the chief guide."

"I can't call it a guide. Everyone is much better than me in Quidditch." Abu looked at the so-called "newcomer" Riddle, and the burning emotion in the other's eyes made him cough lightly and turn his head away. , "But I do have something to tell you."

The status of the chief has always been very high in Slytherin. This time, Malfoy's only heir is the chief. Slugvaughn's momentum.

So when the Quidditch players in front of him heard that he was about to speak, they all felt a bit upright, standing neatly with brooms in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces.

Of course, except for Riddle, Abu felt that his gaze was about to burn a hole in himself——

Since Riddle studied with Grindelwald for a Christmas vacation, it seems that some switch has been turned on, and the expression of emotion is quite a bit free and undisguised.

Abramovich put his eyes on Lauren who was standing at the front of the line, deliberately not looking at Riddle.

He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Everyone is a great Quidditch player. This game against Gryffindor is well known and very exciting. To some extent, the Gryffindor team can be said to be our The strongest opponent, this victory can almost establish the status of the champion——

However, 'almost' is always just 'almost'.Our team has been injected with fresh blood, as have Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams. Until the final result is known, no one knows who the real winner will be.So before I came to the training ground, I was worried that I would see everyone take it lightly because of the short-term victory, but obviously-I was too worried.

"No one has been dazzled by the victory, and they are still training very hard. This attitude does not disgrace the glory of Slytherin. I am very pleased and hope that everyone can maintain it."

After a slight pause, his eyes glanced at the old broomsticks in the hands of several players, and Abramovich smiled slightly, "Finally, I will personally sponsor the latest broomsticks for all the players in our Slytherin Quidditch team." , to the best of my ability."

"Merlin's socks! The latest broom!" "Long live the chief!"

Although most of the Slytherin students come from wealthy wizarding families, the families that can be called "rich" are a minority after all, and most of them are still in the upper middle class, so when the broomstick is not damaged, It wouldn't waste too much Gold Gallon to buy the latest model—the latest flying broomstick. In the first period of time after it was launched, there would usually be an inflated price that was hyped up by a lot of publicity, which could be regarded as a half-luxury existence.

But to the Malfoy family, this amount of Galleon was just a drop in the bucket.

Abramovich looked at the players in front of him with a smile, but noticed that Riddle, amidst the cheers, didn't seem very happy.

After thinking for a while, seeing the latest broomstick he was already holding in his hand—the one he gave for Christmas, Abu seemed to understand what Riddle was dissatisfied with.

...But why does he care why Riddle is dissatisfied?

Abramovich put aside the unknown emotions, told Lauren that it was getting late, and took Warren away from the training ground.

"Hey, why did you leave so early... don't you want to watch their training for a while?" Warren followed behind Abu who left in a hurry, looked back at the training ground and asked.

"What's so interesting? You've trained yourself before."

Warren looked at Abu strangely, "What's wrong with you, why do I feel that something is wrong with you..."

After shaking the hem of his robe, Abu didn't speak, but stepped up his pace again.

"Why are you walking so fast—are you running away from something?" Seeing Abu's footsteps pause, Warren looked at his back strangely, "Am I right?...Let me think..."

"Are you running from Riddle?"

Abu stopped walking, turned his head and gave Warren a blank look, "No one will treat you as an idiot if you don't speak."

"It seems that I'm right, but Riddle's eyes are indeed a little... um... But why do you seem to be afraid of him?"

Seeing that Abramovich had reached out to his wand, as if wanting to cast him a "cute" little spell, Warren raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, let's change the subject. What you said today and Your father learned it? You have a good posture!"

"No, I just said it casually." Abu put away his wand and continued to walk towards the common room.

"Those who didn't know thought you were a professor, old-fashioned... I think you can try the position of professor when your father hasn't retired a few years after graduation."

"Warren, I thought, 'Oldness is not a boast'?" Abu took out his wand, "You better be quiet for a while, lock tongue and throat!"

Warren pointed at his throat in protest, seeing that Abu didn't intend to undo the spell, he took out a pen and paper from his bag, scribbled a row of words, and held it up to Abu, "You can't put me Being a punching bag, this is inhumane, no one can deprive me of my freedom to speak!" After thinking for a while, I added, "Except Anita."

Abu: "...you go, don't appear in front of me for the time being. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my hand."

Warren looked at the back of Abu leaving, making the last struggle: "Woooo! Woooooo!"

Abu walked down the stairs without looking back, "I'm not Anita—I can't understand your troll language, bye, see you at dinner. I'm going to enjoy my short moment of peace."

The author has something to say:

My cloth is rich and powerful.

But he was really angry... Feeling sorry for Warren, the punching bag.

Hee hee, call him Laoxiu Enai.

I'm going to catch up with the second update, I don't know if it's too late... If it's too late, I'll do some more tomorrow morning~~