HP pure blood glory

The Slytherins recently discovered something, after that Halloween night - the Gryffindor trio seemed to get on better terms, and in the past, if they tried to laugh at Baby Potter or Poor Weasley, Miss Granger would normally stand by - but now, she even drew out her wand to threaten.

"Why don't you hate - um - half-bloods?" Draco asked.

Louis made the final correction in the mirror, and said without looking back, "It's not necessary-they won't have anything to do with me."

"But don't you think their existence is a shame to us? Why would a pure-blood wizard be willing to marry a Muggle?" Draco sat on the chair next to the mirror and looked up at Louis.

Louis cast a cleansing spell on himself, then turned to look at Draco, who obediently stood up and accepted the same spell—no way, if he wanted to stand close to Louis, he had to live with this.

"Maybe—but that's their choice—we can't expect every pure-blood wizard to have the awareness to dedicate himself to the family." Louis said this with a cold face. In fact, he recalled some bad things. What happened - there used to be such a traitor in their family - because of the so-called love, they abandoned their family - what a selfish act!

"And not only that, the descendants of half-blood wizards will have a greater chance of being a Squib - it looks like Muggles are going to eat us bit by bit." Draco said disgustedly, they were walking on the way to the restaurant at this time.

Louis patted him on the shoulder, "If I were you, I should find a pure noble lady—rather than choose to insult those half-bloods."

"But half-breeds are sinful - they deserve to be punished," Draco said seriously.

"Maybe." Louis looked at Draco equally seriously, "but I don't think that's something you should worry about—if they're meant to be punished, they'll be punished."

"That's true." Draco nodded, then picked up the knife and fork - he decided not to dwell on it.

There seemed to be something wrong with Professor Snape's leg. Although he tried his best to cover it up, if you looked carefully, you could still find that his pace was slower than usual, and one of his feet was a little limp.

"The latest news, Baby Potter, the savior, is going to be Gryffindor's Seeker." It was Blaise who spoke, and Louis only recently discovered that this classmate who was always quietly listening to him seemed to be looking for news. He has a good hand, he can always hear the latest news - now every day after breakfast is his show, he shared with the little snakes what he got in less than 10 minutes latest news from .

But his relationship with Draco is not very good, he and Louis are just ordinary nodding friends - his real good friend is Miss Pansy Parkinson, from this point we can also see Pansy's perfect communication ability.

Basically, in Slytherin House, there are very few people who have not spoken to Pansy, and what is even more surprising is that Pansy can almost teach the names of all the girls in the four houses - when asked this The dark-haired Slytherin girl blinked and replied, "You don't know girls."

Early the next morning, Louis got up from the bed, and was surprised to see that Draco had packed himself up—this was really rare for His Royal Highness who always liked to stay in bed for a while.

"Good morning, Louis."

"Okay, Draco." Louis sat on the bed and began to dress.

"Today is our first match against Gryffindor." Draco seemed a little nervous, he loosened his bow tie with his hands, and stood beside Louis' bed watching him, "I'm so fed up with this kind of school Unfair treatment - why should Harry Potter be able to play and I can't?"

"You're still young." That's all Louis could say back to him.

"What about Potter?"

"You've automatically downgraded yourself to being compared with Potter now?" Louis put on gloves for himself expressionlessly, then turned around and cast a spell on his bed.

Draco seemed to choke - he did choke, he couldn't think of any rebuttal - he didn't even want to admit that he was jealous - and jealous of Potter?God, this is definitely going to be the biggest Slytherin joke of the year!

After Louis took care of himself, the two walked down the stairs one after the other.

There were already some people waiting in the lounge, and after a while more people arrived - and they started walking towards the dining room.

……

Almost all the Slytherins were there - sitting in the viewing stands, it's a nice day, if a bit cold.

Draco wore a silver and green scarf, thick and long, covering his pointed chin.

Mrs. Hooch was the referee, and she stood in the middle of the field with her old but obedient broomstick in her hand.

The Gryffindors were the first to enter, and when they walked past the viewing stand, the Gryffindor cubs stood up and cheered - Louis noticed that they even prepared a big banner, Although in his opinion, the material is really not flattering - it has a string of capital letters "Potter must win!"

But, equally, the Slytherins applauded vigorously when Marcus Flint led his team out, making a cheering sign out of a huge piece of green satin. Banner - reads "Slytherin Always First!" in silver letters

As the Slytherin party walked by, they held up the banner—smooth satin glistening in the sun.

"Not bad." Draco proudly showed off beside him, "It was my idea."

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle - and the two teams kicked off at the same time and flew.

But obviously the commentator Lee Jordan is from the Gryffindor side, and look at what he said: "—come on, well, Angelina—keeper Blake swooped in—missed— Gryffindor scored!"

Does that sound like something an impartial referee would say?

He's probably just a resounding "Bravo!" (well done!) to express his excitement!

This caused a burst of dissatisfaction among the little snakes.

"That's it for him—" Draco commented tartly, "no big deal."

Louis replaced his answer with a movement of his hand—he stroked Draco's head like he was stroking his snow sculpture, "Boy, you should focus on the game."

So, when will Draco mature?Always so childish - really convinced him.

The two Weasley brothers cooperated very well on the court. They were as flexible as two talking Bludgers. great talent.

Louis had to admit that this time Slytherin was really going to lose.

He turned his head to look at Draco who was sitting next to him, who had been watching the game quietly since he touched his head, maybe this boy would have a good performance in the field.

But Draco was right, it was really unfair.

At this time, the situation of the game changed again. Marcus Flint crashed into the savior Potter, which caused Potter's broomstick to deviate from the direction. "Foul!" The cubs yelled.

"It's nothing, it's still in the back." Draco said stiffly, although Louis could also see that the boy didn't agree with Marcus's actions—but he always did, using some arrogant Posture to be obnoxious - though he wasn't quite obnoxious.

Mrs. Hooch scolded Marcus, and Gryffindor was awarded a free throw.

"So—after the obvious and despicable cheating just now—" Lee Jordan's voice filled the stadium through the loudspeaker Rab, and Draco snorted disdainfully, but didn't say anything else.

Next, the development of the game began to exceed their expectations——

I saw that Baby Potter’s Nimbus 2000 seemed to be broken—oh, it’s necessary to talk about this broomstick at this time. This is the latest model, which gave the little lions great confidence—it seemed desperate Desperately wanting Porter to fall—it was starting to get out of control, it was scuttling left and right across the middle of the field—and Louis was the first to notice it.

"Draco."

"Huh?" The boy turned to look at him.

"I think there's something wrong with Potter's broomstick—it doesn't look like he's flying forward of his own accord, it's as if the broomstick suddenly came to life."

While speaking, Potter's broom began to roll and roll, and Potter was thrown around on it, and the little Slytherin snakes couldn't help laughing—it was so funny.

"It seems that even Merlin can't stand it." Draco said happily.

However, this good mood didn't last long. After about 30 seconds, Porter's broom suddenly returned to normal, and then before everyone could see clearly—even Lee Jordan didn't react—he stood up. On the ground, a golden snitch was held high in his hand.

"It's—it's—" Draco stood up, and the Slytherins didn't seem to accept the result very well, as if they were about to win and were told they had lost.

Slytherin's captain Marcus yelled at Lee Jordan, but nothing changed, Slytherin just lost.

"Wait for me to play—I'll definitely beat him," Draco said to Louis.

Louis nodded. The boy's eyes were full of determination. He believed that the boy—his love for Quidditch was the most exaggerated of anyone he had ever met—that he could discuss Quidditch with you for three days and three nights. Strange, the spirit is like drinking some magic potion.

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