[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The weather gradually became cooler, and when Narcissa sent more and more thick robes and underwear every week, Sewell finally realized that winter was coming.

Also reminding him of the time was this year's Quidditch season.

From November to April of the next year, he will follow the Gryffindor Quidditch team and conduct Quidditch matches with the other three Hogwarts colleges intermittently, in order to win the last Quidditch Cup lock struggle.

Sewell is full of expectations for the final Quidditch Cup. He feels that there is no ball in the world that he cannot hold, and Harry is so good as a Seeker, there is no possibility of losing.

He looked at his watch expectantly—the game was still an hour away.Compared to Harry's inability to eat, Sewell was full of expectations for his first game. He was extremely eager to stand on the court and have a real game bathed in the eyes of everyone.

Especially when the opponent is Ravenclaw, not Slytherin.

There was a sudden commotion at the end of the long Gryffindor table, and a man's terrified cry - which sounded familiar.

Sewell poked his head out with the bread in his mouth, and looked.

An acquaintance, indeed - Richie Goode, one of Gryffindor's batsmen.

He asked a first grader next to him to go over and ask what was going on.That first grade came back soon, and said with a gleeful smile, "It's Gut's ex-girlfriend. I heard Gut cheated on me haha."

Sewell nodded knowingly, then continued stuffing sausages into his mouth.

"...Can you still eat it?"

"...Why can't you eat it?" Sewell looked at Harry strangely.

"Gut is our batsman..." Harry said desperately, "We are missing a batsman."

Sewell paused for a while while eating the sausage. He suddenly realized the importance of the situation, and asked with wide eyes, "Is there no substitute?"

"No..." Harry said blankly, "Never."

"No!" He raised his eyebrows suddenly, and shouted, "Ron——!"

The first thing Harry did after he became the captain of Quidditch was to bend the law for personal gain. He didn't have the heart to delete Ron's name from the team.

He ran up to Ron, took his hand and ran to the Gryffindor players' lounge.

"Harry...Harry, slow down...what's the matter?" Ron asked, panting after Harry.

"Gute had an accident and couldn't play, you come on the bench."

Ron froze for a moment, the two options of 'shame on not wanting to participate in the game' and 'no players in Gryffindor' were fiercely confronted in his mind, but he quickly came up with an answer, and he asked a little melancholy: "Did you My name is crossed from the team name?"

"No!" The two stopped at the door of the preparation room and saw a familiar scene. A little spark ignited in Ron's eyes, and then suddenly extinguished. He covered his face in pain and said, "But Gut was shot. Player, I can only be a goalkeeper."

"Then - keep the door." Harry pushed the door open and pushed Ron in. He looked around and called out to the original keeper: "Sevier!"

"Hey, I'm here!" Sewell responded crisply

Sewell, Harry picked up the batter's wooden bat and threw it in front of him with a "swish": "Ron is goalkeeper and is the batter."

Sewell picked up the wooden stick that was bigger and thicker than his legs, smiled brightly at the two of them, and made a gesture of no problem - although he really wanted to guard the goal, Harry's decision in this case Undoubtedly the most correct.

Jiji lit up little by little in Ron's eyes, and he said tremblingly, "I sent my broom home, can I borrow one from the school broom?"

Harry and Sewell exchanged glances.

Sewell smiled at Ron: "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

He raised his wand, and said clearly: "Fire □□□□□□□□□⁠⁠⁣⁣"

Just like Harry standing in front of the dragon two years ago, Sewell summoned his fireball from the distant Gryffindor tower to him, and he grabbed | the golden-red fireball that floated silently in front of him. , and handed it to Ron: "I've already told Sirius," he held up his pale yellow broom made by Draco: "Since I have one and don't I plan to replace it, then give this one to those who need him more."

Until he flew into the sky in a fire gun, Gryffindor's backup goalkeeper was still like a dream.

He's by the goal, on the outer end of the pitch, and he's in a position where he can see everyone on the pitch -- he can see Harry, his best friend, searching hard at the heights where the Snitch usually appears. Looking at that little figure.And his dear sister, petite Ginny, flying deftly among a bunch of suitors big and small to snatch the Quaffle.

And Sewell, holding a stick that didn't match his figure, desperately hit the Bludger back.

Everyone is working hard—he held the pole of the torch, thinking vaguely——

How can you drop the chain here?

……

Sewell wasn't desperate at all.He even carried a bat with one hand.

He was riding on a broom, holding a stick with an indifferent face, and the moment he saw the Bludger flying near the Gryffindor players, he rushed over like an arrow and knocked the Bludger away.Draco made very good brooms, never disappointing Sewell, and Ravenclaw's offensive was not too strong.

Twenty minutes into the game, the score was 10:100, and Gryffindor took the lead. I have to say that Ron played very well this time.

Sewell flew in the sky with ease, triumphantly enjoying the screams in the audience every time he beat the Bludger to the side of the opposing teammate.

After rushing to the vicinity of the auditorium to hit a Bludger, suddenly his eyes were flashed by the golden reflection on the auditorium. Sewell squinted his eyes subconsciously and looked in that direction. The fit and worn-out Hufflepuff seemed to be a little isolated, staring blankly at the field, holding a wand in his hand, a long chain hanging around his neck, and a golden pendant hanging underneath—the style is a bit Strange, but also a little familiar.

Sewell didn't look too much. Amidst the screams of the crowd, he suddenly raised the height of the broom as if showing off his skills.

The situation on the field was very good, the Ravenclaw players all looked very negative, Qiu was crying while flying, it seemed that everyone was waiting for Harry to catch | the Golden Snitch, and end this game without much doubt .

At this moment, Sewell noticed that a Bludger turned at a strange angle and slammed at Harry.

Harry ducked and ducked, not taking it seriously.

Then the Bludger came at him again, and Harry's broom jerked forward and dodged again, as Sewell was beside Harry, swinging in the direction of the Bludger. With a stick, he smashed the Bludger far away, then turned his head and looked at Harry with rounded eyes: "It's a Bludger again? What's going on?"

"Damn it, I want to know too, don't ask me—!" Harry shouted, pointing forward, "It's coming again—!"

"It's okay! I'm here!" Sewell turned around and raised the stick with both hands. His legs controlled the broom to fly more stably, and his waist was charged.The inconspicuous muscles on his arms bulged, and he hit the aggressive Bludger hard——

"Crack-"

"Bam—"

The huge impact caused both sides to suffer. The crazy Bludger was directly blown away, and the bat in Sewell's hand was also broken, and the first half flew out——

It hit Harry on the head.

Sewell looked at Gryffindor's savior in a daze, rolled his eyes, and fainted, and the flame of the gun also started to fall wobbly.

Subconsciously, Sewell threw away the shattered bat in his hand, accelerated and swooped up, stopped the shaky Harry with one hand, and grabbed Harry's firearm with the other, holding both of them in his hands After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could let go, his first broom suddenly began to vibrate violently.

Not only was it shaking up and down, but it was also turning 360 degrees. Sevier was holding Harry and Huobi with tears in his arms, trying to keep his balance. Then he saw a small golden ball not far in front of him out of the corner of his eye. stop there.

At this point the score was 160:40, if he and Harry just fell like this, then Gryffindor could only stare blankly and wait for Qiu to catch the Snitch, and then lose the game.

Sewell didn't think about it anymore, he hugged Harry who was unconscious, controlled the broom and began to accelerate towards the Golden Snitch.

Sewell's broom not only trembled back and forth, left and right, it couldn't even keep flying, and began to fall at a very fast speed. The Golden Snitch was 200 meters in front of them, and Sewell increased his speed to the limit. Flying forward while falling, when it flew in front of the Golden Snitch, Sewell's broom had already fallen to a distance shorter than the Golden Snitch.

Without hesitation, Sewell grabbed Harry and stood up on the broomstick, and threw Harry in the direction where the Golden Snitch was——

At the same time, he himself jumped out and hugged Harry who was still unconscious in the air, and the two of them fell from the sky to the ground together.

With a sound of "Boom -", countless dust was splashed on the ground.

Sewell had padded himself under Harry before falling to the ground, and now he felt like he was dying of pain, like every bone was shattering.

Harry, who was knocked unconscious by the bat, woke up instead due to violent jolts. He bent over and unconsciously began to cough, and then vaguely spat out a golden snitch from his mouth.

He stared blankly at the Snitch in his hand, wondering if he had used the time-turner to go back to his first Quidditch match.

Then he was rudely pulled up by a man: "Get away from Potter." The man said fiercely, his gray-blue eyes flashed with anger, then turned back and roared at the child lying on the ground: " Xavier Malfoy! Heroism! Proud, isn't it! Proud, isn't it!"

"What's in your brain?! A troll?!"

Holding the wand in his hand, Draco slammed the healing spell on Seville while roaring, and Seville, who was lying on the ground, laughed beggingly: "Oh Draco, don't do this, it's nothing to me, You know I'm not going to die."

Then he opened his hand, and a simple wine jug appeared out of thin air in his hand. Sewell lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Laughing drunk."

Draco glanced around Sewell, his face suddenly became very gloomy, he looked up and down indifferently, smiled sarcastically, then turned his head and left without hesitation.

"No way." The recovered Sewell stared at Draco's back, "Are you angry?" Then he ran after the back of the sixth-year Slytherin.

Harry stood there in a daze, holding the Snitch in his hand, looking at the professors and friends swarming over, he asked, "Who can tell me what happened?"