HP pure blood glory

On the morning of the match, Draco woke up Louis early - he reached out and pinched Louis' nose, causing Louis to open his eyes because he couldn't breathe.

I slept a little late last night—the paper on black magic and potions made Louis a little exhausted, and he almost doubted whether he was himself—his head was stuffed with the knowledge of potions, if this Sometimes, someone asked him to recite a thousand kinds of commonly used medicinal materials, and he felt that he would definitely complete the task brilliantly.

In fact, he had almost forgotten that today was the first Quidditch match.

Draco's enthusiasm for Quidditch is unmatched by him, and he actually doesn't quite understand why someone likes to ride a broom and chase a ball all over the field-so he originally wanted to be a goalkeeper.

But after Marcus tested his flying skills, he couldn't help but make him a chaser, which meant that he needed to swing the wooden club in his hand again and again, hitting the Quaffle into the gran Fendo's ball hoop.

Oh my god, it's silly to think about it, okay?

After thinking about it, when he was sitting at the long table in Slytherin, Louis had already adjusted his state and was ready for the match.

"I don't want to say anything superfluous—" Marcus put on his captain's uniform and stood in front of the remaining six players to make a pre-match speech: "I hope that Slytherin can always maintain the Quidditch champion cup."

Everyone's faces were serious.

"Slytherin must win!" Marcus said passionately.

"Slytherin must win!" This is the voice of the team members.

Then, they walked out of the temporary locker room under the leadership of Marcus—their brand new and neat Nimbus 2001 was shining brightly in the sun—Marcus raised his head high, with a confident and complacent look on his face smile.

If the seven Nimbus 2001s can't win against those broken brooms, they really should disband the academy team directly.

When they walked out of the auditorium, the little wizard let out an exclamation.Marcus was even more proud. He even raised the broom in his hand and waved it in the direction of Slytherin—the little snakes of Slytherin raised the flag of the college in coordination.

"Win!" Marcus yelled.

"Must win!" "Must win!" There was a uniform response from the audience.

This time, the school still invited Li Jordan to analyze the game. He was wearing eye-catching bright yellow clothes, which made him look a bit like a big banana in motion.

"Oh, let's look at the Slytherin team—the brand new Nimbus 2001, a new broom just launched, which is said to be able to surpass the Comet series by a thousand miles—" Li Jordan gushed, "But Since it's the newest broom, there might be bugs that people haven't noticed."

Professor McGonagall coughed beside him—Professor McGonagall will be the referee for this match.

"Okay, what's up, let's watch Slytherin's performance for a while - now let's turn our attention to the Gryffindor team - look, they came out!" Lee Jordan rushed excitedly The group of moving red waved their hands, "Mr. Potter is still the Seeker!"

There was applause from the Gryffindor audience.

Louis saw that poor little Weasley was holding up a little poor flag, how small was that flag?It's so small that only the word "Potter" is written on it.

"Oh, Wood, how are you doing recently! This is probably your last Quidditch game during school!" Lee Jordan whistled excitedly, in exchange for another warning from Professor McGonagall: " Concentrate, if you do this again, we will consider whether it is you in the next game analysis."

"Okay, okay." Li Jordan made a face at the audience, "Let's go back to the introduction of the players - Gryffindor's players have not changed from last year, but there are two more Slytherins. A second-year player—Malfoy and...what's his name?"

"Louis van Meyer." Professor McGonagall reminded with a sullen face.

"Sorry." Lee Jordan said sincerely, "And Meyer—it is said that his spells are very good—so can he be as good on the court as he is in the spell class?"

After saying this, Professor McGonagall blew his whistle.

Fourteen little wizards stepped on the ground at the same time, and then flew into the air in an instant—the competition began.

The Quaffle is a bright red hollow sphere with a diameter of twelve inches. Because of the striking color, Louis can easily see the opponent's position.

Marcus probably saw it at the same time, and he gave Lewis a wink, telling him to hit the ball, to interfere with the Chaser.

Louis nodded and flew over quickly - with Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - and the two rushed to within about thirty inches of the Quaffle almost simultaneously.

Louis suddenly changed his direction - he rushed towards the opponent, and Johnson subconsciously stopped her broom - at this time, Louis recovered and gave the Quaffle a hard blow, red The ball arced beautifully in the air and flew straight to the Gryffindor basket.

And before the red ball was about to enter the opponent's basket, Marcus suddenly appeared behind the red ball. He raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit the back of the red ball hard—the speed of the red ball The speed sped up, and it flew towards that basket with unparalleled momentum.

Gryffindor's goalkeeper, Wood, was obviously in a daze, but he reacted quickly. His two hands with thick gloves met the red ball at the same time—the force of the red ball was obviously quite strong——Wood was caught by the red ball. It hit hard again, but the red ball also flew out in the opposite direction.

Another Gryffindor player, Alicia Spinnet, timidly raised the stick in her hand and hit the red ball towards Slytherin's basket.

"This is simply a foul!" Lee Jordan yelled on the stage, "Oliver can hardly lift his hand—did Marcus drink some kind of strong potion?"

"Referee," he turned his head aggressively to look at Professor McGonagall, "do you think this is a foul?"

Professor McGonagall obviously asked some questions, but she still said objectively: "It's not a foul, continue with your work, Mr. Li Jordan."

"Well, let's look at the game now, Wood hurt his arm from the Quaffle hit by Slytherin, it was painful - but he saved the ball perfectly - Spinnet Miss hit it back, but she was clearly not as strong as Wood, and the Slytherin keeper Mr Blatch caught him and passed him to Mr Meyer."

Louis found that when the game actually started, he was unconsciously engaged, and even when he scored a perfect goal, Marcus extended his hand, and he gave the opponent a high-five in cooperation.

This was something he didn't realize at the time.

Overall, Slytherin scored about six or seven more goals than Gryffindor, and I have to praise Wood, he is really a very good goalkeeper-he seems to be desperate Blocking the ball - if he hadn't worked so hard, Slytherin would probably have scored more.

Louis thought of Lee Jordan saying that this was Wood's last year of Quidditch.

So did Marcus.

Gryffindor's Chasers are two girls, which has a natural disadvantage, so although they quickly adjusted their status, the score is still far behind Slytherin.

If this trend continues, even if Baby Potter, the savior, gets the Snitch, it won't help.

Obviously, Baby Potter, the savior, is not in a very good condition right now—a Bludger clings to his side like crazy.

"This Bludger is good, and I'm going to take it to Slytherin after the game." When he quickly passed Potter again, Draco said sarcastically, "But your charm is really great, Even a ball is in love with you."

The savior Baby Potter's face was a little blue, obviously being "in love" with a Bludger is not a good thing, he had to say that most of his attention was on not getting hit by the ball.

Close behind him were the two Weasley brothers, who kept knocking away the Bludger that was trying to get close to Potter - although within a few seconds, the ball would fly back again.

In stark contrast to the Weasley brothers were the two Slytherin batsmen, the Bludgers were drawn so tightly to Potter that they had nothing to do.

"Next season, it's really time to apply for the removal of the batter's position," said one of them. "I have no idea what to do now."

Draco just watched Potter's joke for a while, and then put all his energy into finding the little golden snitch.

No one knew how long the Bludger would be convulsing - if Potter was allowed to get the Snitch under such circumstances, he would really be the laughing stock of the whole house.

But in fact Draco's environment can't be said to be good, because it started to rain.

Big drops of rain fell on his face—he couldn't help but be thankful that Louis had habitually cast Water and Wet Repellent on all his clothes this morning—and he pushed the hood of his cloak over his head so that His hair won't get wet.

The bad weather added a lot of difficulty to the game. The shadow of the Golden Snitch was almost invisible. Several times, Louis felt that the golden flying saucer flew by Potter's side, but it was obvious—it was just the reflection of the opponent's glasses.

"The Slytherin team leads, eighty to ten," Lee Jordan said loudly.

Draco smiled subconsciously, Louis is really good, leading the opponent by [-] points.

At this time, Wood suddenly proposed to suspend the game-Professor McGonagall blew the whistle.

Louis stopped after hearing the whistle, and he didn't realize how fast his heart was beating until this time, and he couldn't remember how many people had high-fived him.

"Is it cold?" When the Slytherin team gathered together, Louis tapped Louis's robe with his wand and patched a "waterproof and moistureproof" on it.

Draco shook his head, maybe because of too much exercise, his face was pink and steaming.

Louis worriedly cast a warming spell on the boy's robe - he didn't forget the last time the boy trained in the rain and ended up catching a cold.

Draco obviously thought of the same thing, he smiled at Louis a little flatteringly, "I'll pay attention."

The author has something to say:

It's almost twelve o'clock... Tomorrow there will be a class at ten o'clock, from morning to end...I feel like I'm about to vomit blood, why not... I guess it will be so late tomorrow, okay, I'm going to practice immortality.

I'm so sleepy... All the cuties are asleep... Really don't sleep so late like a stupid author, you will be very sleepy the next day...

Finally, I would like to thank nianan for the two landmines, I will give you one~~~

Good night, little cuties~~~ (cute)