[HP] Lily in the snake's lair

Lily looked at Malfoy's slightly impatient and disgusted expression, and was a little dazed.

The ambiguous feeling just now has completely disappeared.

Malfoy looked at Lily who was in a daze, and changed his sitting position irritably: "I don't know what you Potter think, maybe you like to put your brains in your pockets and go on a rampage... But, I don't want a Slytherin to Points were deducted from the academy for being discovered during the night tour."

"Aren't you a night swimmer too..." Lily replied reflexively.

"I go out at night because I'm sure I won't be discovered, what about you?" Malfoy looked at Lily with disgust, "I panicked when I heard the slightest noise... If I hadn't held you back, would you have rushed to Carter? In Oden's arms?"

"..." Lily was silent.

"Do you Potters and Weasleys like to do things without using your brain, and then think about what to do when you get into trouble? I know how many colleges the Potter brothers have been detained for going out at night and getting into trouble. Well, I don't want you to be like this in Slytherin... Is this the secret reason why you came to Slytherin?" Malfoy rubbed his eyes sleepily, and Lily even noticed that he yawned secretly .

"I wouldn't do that... I..." Lily tried to explain her behavior.

"I really want to know how you climbed from the dormitory to the sixth floor safely..." Malfoy patted the armrest of the sofa lazily, squinting at Lily.

"..." Lily found that Malfoy talked a lot today, and it seemed that the more sleepy he was, the more he talked, and he became more and more unstoppable.

Does he tend to get confused when he is sleepy, easy to speak out, and say exactly what is in his heart?Lily looked suspiciously at Malfoy, who was obviously acting strangely.

"Malfoy?" Lily whispered, "What kind of person do you think Scorpius Malfoy is?"

"Malfoy?" Malfoy repeated dully, "Scorpius Malfoy is me..."

"What about Lily Potter?" Lily continued to ask with a smile.

"Potter?" Malfoy frowned, "Trouble..."

"..." Lily curled her lips, "It's the first time I found someone sleepy like drunk..."

She tugged on Malfoy's cuff: "Hey, hey, do you want to go back to the dormitory?"

Malfoy seemed to be falling asleep on the sofa.

"..." Lily sighed, then closed her eyes and thought about the soft blanket, and a neatly folded and beautiful flannel blanket appeared on the table at hand.She put the blanket on Malfoy, unfolded the "Marauder's Map", and checked that the surroundings were safe, and slipped back to the dormitory quietly.

I don't know why Malfoy went to the Room of Requirement, was it just to sleep on the sofa in the Slytherin lounge?

For the next few days, Lily had the distinct feeling that Malfoy was avoiding her.

You know how humiliating that day is, right?I'm sorry to meet someone who saw you talkative, right?Lily stuck out her tongue at the back of Malfoy who was leaving in a hurry. Oh, without Malfoy's poisonous tongue, the world is much quieter!

Soon there will be a Quidditch match - Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, sounds like a hell of a match.

Lily wore a silver and green scarf, held a flag with a Slytherin silver snake, followed the flow of people to the Quidditch field, and climbed up to the high stands.

On the opposite side was a sea of ​​warm red, and the little lions of Gryffindor pulled up a huge banner with a picture of a lion on it, making roaring sounds of "roaring" continuously, which seemed full of momentum.

Although Slytherin disdains these things that don't look gorgeous and noble at all, they can't stand up to Griffin's endless cheering banners, so after a small meeting, they also carried out their own banners in a gorgeous way. Banner - A piece of green flannel with the Slytherin coat of arms on it in silver thread, which will change into the words "Slytherin must win" in a few minutes; almost every Slytherin snake has a With a small trumpet and a slight blow, a vivid silver snake will appear in the air, making a "hissing" sound, twisting a few times, "snaking" disappearing, and changing into the word "victory".

Lily wanted to say that although the trumpet looked amazing, when Cynthia blew it towards her and a silver snake rushed towards her face, that feeling was really——wanted to throw the flag in her hand to the opponent's face superior.

She's genuinely terrified of this slimy, cold-blooded animal, whether it's her house's representative animal or even if it's her own mascot.

"Cynthia, if you blow that trumpet at me again, I won't be able to control my behavior..." Lily blocked the mouth of the trumpet with her hand and said seriously.

"Good girl, if you're afraid, just call out girls a little bit, or faint when you're weak, don't always look like you're preparing for a battle. Seeing you trembling secretly while coping with it, I really want to make people uncomfortable Do as you say!" Cynthia took away the small speaker and squeezed Lily's little hand.

"..." Lily turned her head angrily, "You're so annoying!"

"Cough cough" a somewhat contrived loud coughing sound attracted everyone's attention, the commentator came on the stage, and the field gradually quieted down.

Lily stood on tiptoe and stretched her neck to look at the commentary stand: "Who is the commentator this time? I remember that Gryffindor from last year just used the opportunity of commentary to satirize our Quidditch team."

"Yeah, it's said that after the game, he was unlucky for a long time." Cynthia nodded, "This game seems to be a boy commentator from Ravenclaw..."

"Today's match is Slytherin vs. Gryffindor." The brown-haired boy spoke slowly, as if every word was timed, and he didn't rush dangling from the throat.

When he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the audience...

"Why so slow? Was he forced to explain?" Lily heard someone whispering around.

Mr. Yagu was the referee, standing in the middle of the field with his broomstick in his hand, his voice amplified for everyone to hear.

Players from both sides stood on both sides of him, "I hope this is a fair and safe game." He said.

Lily could clearly hear someone in Slytherin sneering and sneering—it seems that the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin can't be judged on the basis of safety...

The captains of both sides shook hands with me.

"Everyone, please ride on the broomsticks." The players on both sides stepped on the broomsticks, looking ready to go.

Mr. Yagu blew the little whistle he wore on his chest.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The game started.

If it was a normal commentator, he would have said impassionedly and quickly: "Oh! The game has begun! The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, who will win! Ah, XXX got the ball! He started to dodge quickly The opponent's obstruction... entered! XXXX scored!"

But this time, the commentator only said lightly: "Oh, the game has started..." There was no ups and downs in his tone - the audience who were originally very excited suddenly became languid as if cold water had been poured on them.

Would you rather listen to a passionate commentary with a serious personal preference, or a fair and fair commentary that seems to be saying a eulogy and makes the listener feel ashamed?Any normal person would choose the former, but the latter is poisoning everyone's ears and hearts.

"Lily, I really want to stuff a handful of vixen's feces into his mouth. It is said that it can make people excited. I'm about to fall asleep, Merlin, he really should go tell the children bedtime stories... I will When my brother told bedtime stories, he told the same story more than a dozen times, and he still listened to it. I can guarantee that when he opened his mouth, my brother would cover his ears and fall asleep!"

Lily pushed away Cynthia who was lying on her shoulder: "You are so noisy today."

Cynthia waved the small flag in her hand: "You are so irritable today~"

The game was intense, the red Quaffle was thrown around, the Gryffindor Chaser flew towards the Slytherin hole with the Quaffle in his arms, and one of the Slytherin players (Lily couldn't get out of the You can tell who is who at such a fast flying speed) flying towards him, and he is about to get close to the opponent... James swung his bat and hit the scurrying Bludger hard, and the Slytherin players had to Pause to escape the Bludger attack.

But the commentator was calm: "Gryffindor... scored" he explained in a flat and quiet voice.

The Gryffindor audience was screaming loudly, but the cheers were cut short by this displeasure, screaming against the commentator's overly emotionless commentary - to no avail, of course.

James cheerfully raised his hands as if to cheer, and then bowed while riding on his broomstick. The captain of Gryffindor flew over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Slytherin got the ball...score."

"Gryffindor intercepts, scores."

Regardless of the wailing of the audience around, the commentator only read the score and didn't even mention the players' names—even though Lily said it, Lily couldn't tell which was which, but not saying it and not understanding it were two completely different feelings. !

"How feasible do you think it is for me to catch him and replace him?" Cynthia made an exaggerated aiming gesture.

"..." Lily glanced at Cynthia, "If you can avoid the eyes of Principal McGonagall behind him, it is [-]% feasible."

The game score is very tight - which means that the game has entered a fever - which means that the chances of unscrupulous situations are much higher.

James took the bat and hit the Slytherin captain Emon, who had his back turned, fiercely. The Bludger rushed straight to the opponent's waist, boom!The tall and burly Captain Amon dropped his broom.

"Foul!" yelled the Slytherins.

James and Albus leaned together, grinning and high-fiving, bumping me and pushing you to celebrate.

Malfoy took advantage of Mr. Yagu's broomstick flying towards Emon who fell to the ground, and when everyone's attention was on the fallen man, he snatched the bat from his teammate and swung it fiercely. To the Bludger flying toward him along the inertia, the Bludger turned around and bumped into Albus, knocking Albus off the broom; James' clothes, James let go in a panic, and the two rolled down from the air one after another. (angry shouts around)

There were bursts of screams on the playing field, and Mr. Yagu was stunned by the sudden accidents one after another—how long has it been since Hogwarts’ Quidditch match had so many falls and such a miserable match?

After Malfoy made this obviously foul move, he suddenly accelerated towards the bottom of the arena, and Lily stared at Malfoy with wide-eyed eyes.

"Did he find the Snitch?" Cynthia held Lily's hand tightly.

He rushed to a certain place and stopped suddenly. Then, the broom shook violently and rolled off the broom.

At this time, the narrator who had been quiet for a while was stunned by everyone's silence, and said with joy in surprise: "Eh? They all fell?"

It was the only sentence in his entire game that brought out his tone.

Mr. Yagu hurried to see Malfoy who fell on the field. He looked in pain, with his left hand supporting his right arm, his right hand stretched out, and the golden snitch curled up limply in his palm.

"The game is over!" Mr. Yagu shouted, and then carried the wounded with the professors who rushed over.

The spectators in the stands rushed to the arena in a hurry.

Lily stared blankly at the panicked crowd, did Malfoy flop just now?Diving? !Does he also watch the World Cup?