[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"Merlin—" Draco stared at the bacon in front of him: "I actually forgot my dad... I should have thought of it, a first-year college team member!" He decadently cut off a small piece of bacon: "He'd be willing to pay a lot of Galleons for the best broom."

"Relax, Draco." Pansy grinned and rubbed over, "I heard that because it was too late, you sent your old broom over - yours is Nimbus 2001, and theirs is Fire... . Sewell will probably choose Sirius Black's gun, what a shame." She giggled: "It's also very good, Mr. Malfoy must give you the best one, anyway, Sewell Vale wouldn't use Blanco's, would he?"

"Own broom? Nimbus 2001?" Draco growled under his breath. "That's my new broom - perfect - the only one!"

"This is the stupidest decision I've ever made this year..." he said deflatedly, putting the cutlery aside.

On the long table in Gryffindor, Sewell stared at the three brooms, listened to the noise in his ears, and wanted to tuck himself under the long table.

First the Sorting, then the Howler, and now the broomstick—Sewell felt that Dumbledore should give him an award for being the provider of the most jokes at Hogwarts.

Whistling, screaming, whispering, and shouting Potter and Malfoy around - even one person swearing that it must be three fires - Sewell wished to put the heads of these people stuffed into pumpkin juice—

Can you lose a piece of meat if you don't mind coaxing?Can you?He thought angrily.

Seeing the embarrassed face of little Gryffindor, Harry couldn't help but feel better. He patted Sewell's head reassuringly, and suggested, "I remember you don't have class in the morning, so you can go back and unpack your Gryffindor first." pack."

Sewell nodded indiscriminately, hugged the three broomsticks in his arms in a hurry, declined a few people who wanted to help, and ran towards the Gryffindor Tower alone.

After returning to the dormitory, he threw the three brooms onto the bed~, first habitually swung the magic spell of fresh air, then breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the bed~, it took a long time to recover.

If Sirius sent the broom out of gratitude—then Draco and Lucius must have sent the broom because Sirius sent the broom...

He regretted so badly that he hadn't stopped Harry and Sirius from reporting the incident yesterday, and he sulked at himself for a while in bed before starting to unpack.

It was Sirius's first, and no surprise, it was a fire.Attach a note: Congratulations on becoming the youngest goalkeeper of Gryffindor!The font is beautiful, revealing a spirit of flying.

"Actually, I'm fourteen," Sewell muttered in a low voice, "not the youngest—"

Then he opened the one sent by the golden eagle, the one sent by Lucius, there was also a note on it, the font was a little more graceful and reserved than Sirius's, and there was only one word: Congratulations are also a fire, The appearance is slightly different from Sirius's - the paint is dark green, and the broom tail is engraved with "Malfoy" in cursive script.It was clearly made for Malfoy - since Lucius was out of age and Sewell was too young, he could assume that the broom was intended for Draco, perhaps as a Christmas present or something.

Two fires were fired - Sewell thought with a blank face, slightly disgusted with this so-called perfect broom, sniffed and picked up the last one - I hope Draco has something new.

He took apart Draco's broom.

The moment it was opened, I took a deep breath.

"Perfect—" was Sewell's only comment.

He was fascinated by the broom, and even though he didn't like Quidditch as much as the others, there was no denying that he fell in love with the broom—

At least in love with the looks.

Different from the red fire broom and the green Nimbus 2001, this broom is light yellow in color throughout, and the surface is treated with diamond abrasive, which has fine reflections in the sun.The broom is streamlined as a whole, and every branch at the end is naturally closed at the end. The handle is engraved with 'Sevier Malfoy', which is very familiar to Sevier—it is his dear brother's.

No wonder Draco has such dark circles under his eyes today - Sewell thought happily.

Sewell doesn't know the accessories of the broom, so he can't see any more information, but it is so beautiful, even if it is slower than the fire, he is willing to ride this broom!Sewell flicked the broom with his fingers, and an uncontrollable desire surged in his heart——

He wants to fly.

At the other end of Hogwarts, during the sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a lot of noise suddenly sounded from the position next to the window.

Draco glanced in that direction angrily, but his pupils shrank instantly after seeing the people outside——

A small Gryffindor was sticking to the window, waving at him with a big smile, and under his ass was a golden broom.

There was a blush on Draco's face, he turned his head aside fiercely, and no longer looked at him: "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor——" He snorted, as if he still had the right to deduct points last year The time is the same: "Because it affects the students' study!"

In the evening, when Harry came to ask him to go to Quidditch training together, Sewell chose this one without hesitation.

Harry, however, dismissed this three-no product with no manufacturer and no test flight evaluation. After Sewell said frankly that he chose this one because of his appearance, Harry suddenly said: "Malfoy's aesthetics. "

"Isn't it good-looking? Sewell grabbed her new light-golden broom and looked at it suspiciously, but found that she was more satisfied with her new broom. She twisted her hip coquettishly and winked at Harry: "How pretty. "

"So—you're a little Malfoy." Harry raised his eyebrows, and the two of them joined the rest of the team and walked towards the Quidditch field.

When submitting the application, the Gryffindor Quidditch team unexpectedly and as it should, saw the Slytherin Quidditch team with a grinning face.

"Oh no..." Harry moaned in pain, "Why do these Slytherins have to collide with us?"

"That's what I want to say too." Draco lifted the corners of his lips mockingly. He took out a note from his pocket, shook it in front of Potter, and said triumphantly, "We have Professor Snape's sign."

"Actually, we have one too." Porter reluctantly took out a sheet signed with Professor McGonagall's name, waved it in front of Draco, and stuffed it back into his pocket.After a mental struggle, he said a little awkwardly in an environment ready to act at any time: "Listen Malfoy, since our conditions are the same—why, no, not together?"

The savior of Gryffindor was embarrassed by taking the initiative to show his favor to Slytherin. He finished speaking with some stumbles, closed his eyes in despair, and waited for Malfoy's ridicule.

Sure enough, Malfoy sneered loudly, folded his hands on his chest, and said mockingly, "Together? Are you addicted to being the savior, Potter?"

His tone was as cold as ice, with a little anger: "Don't worry about Potter, Slytherin doesn't need your rescue."

Harry opened his eyes suddenly: "I didn't mean that!" He licked his dry lips, and said anxiously: "Just together, um, let's have a private practice match together—Malfoy, for our new players , you also have new teammates, don’t you?”

One of the new team members, Sewell looked around blankly.

There were whispers in the Slytherin team:

"He's so small--so cute," said one of the batsmen, blushing. He was at least two hundred centimeters.

You are young——!Sewell stared back quickly, his small face swelled into a bun in anger.

This time even the Gryffindors laughed—the atmosphere eased instantly, and Harry quickly took advantage of the good atmosphere to ask, "A practice match?"

"Okay." Draco let go after thinking for a while, and he squinted at Sewell with a half-smile: "For some people's ignorance."

Sewell laughed shamelessly.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and he turned back to his team members, "Where is the ball? By the way, we still need to find a referee—" Before he finished speaking, a Quidditch box suddenly fell from the sky with a "boom——" Fell in front of Harry: "..."

What to say.

"...Malfoy?" Harry asked tentatively.

"It's not me—" Draco rolled his eyes, then took two steps back as a matter of course, and moved back with a bang, he waved his wand and said lazily: "Don't count on me, Potter , open it yourself."

Harry ignored him, raised his vigilance, and poked the box tentatively with the wand. Unexpectedly, the box opened smoothly, and there was a set of Quidditch ball equipment inside, and there was no prank or mischief. curse.

"Normal," Harry said beamingly, turning around, and the next second, as if to hit him in the face, the two Bludgers in the box broke free with a "bang-dang-" and smashed straight at Harry. go down!

The distance is too close, the speed is too fast, and it is too late to even wave a magic wand and come to a 'blocked'——

But the expected pain didn't come—Harry's hand was held suddenly, and Sewell was pressed tightly beside him. Ball: When nature is innate and heaven is not violated, when acquired is in accordance with heaven——

"Long Xiao Jiutian—!" Sewell roared angrily.