[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

This European Schools Cup is more topical than the previous ones. Whether it is the protest against the Seekers, the reform of the competition system, or Hogwarts who joined the competition for the first time, there will always be Talk in various places.

And Durmstrang, who had never lost a game, and Hogwarts, who had only lost one game, brought this final to the peak of the topic.

On the morning of the game, Sewell went out in a panic, and met a female reporter with a particularly big chin, her blond hair was curled up delicately, a lot of jewelry was hung on her body, and she was wearing gorgeous, vulgar and awkward clothes. She saw Sewell, He quickly walked over with a smile, stopped him and said, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

As he spoke, he took out a dark green quill.

If people still can't recognize who it is, seeing this iconic quill, no matter how stupid Sewell is, he will know who the person in front of him is. He doesn't have a good impression of Rita Skeeter, eyebrows Yi Yang said angrily, "I can't."

After finishing speaking, we must bypass her and continue to move forward.

Rita directly reached out to grab his arm, and Sewell was forced to stop. He looked down at the fat fingers holding his arm, and suddenly became angry, and he threw Rita's hand away. , and then snatched the green quill and broke it with a snap. The pen that was broken in two twitched a few times in Sewell's hand, and finally limply stopped.

Then he slapped the quill on Rita before she screamed, and said grimly, "Bill to the Malfoys."

After pretending to be forceful, he turned around and left quickly, until he reached the court, he still felt very refreshed in his chest, until he saw Draco——

The platinum noble looked at Sewell's good face, and said with a half-smile, "Aren't you nervous?"

It's okay not to say...

As soon as I mentioned Sewell, I remembered that Lucius and Narcissa will come to watch their game today.

His little face turned pale in an instant, and he staggered when he walked. Draco found it funny when he saw it. He reached out and patted Sewell's face lightly: "Do you need to be so nervous?"

"Of course I'm nervous—" Sewell glared at him, then asked softly, "What did Mom and Dad say?"

"I didn't say anything." Draco wiped his Nimbus 2001 with a soft cloth: "It's quite angry, but that's all."

Sewell thought how could this be 'just like that', he couldn't use a stick man to beat him to death, and then force the two to break up and say goodbye...

He thought so, and the expression appeared on his face.

Draco wiped the broom and put away the cloth, then rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you look like you want to be spanked?" After speaking, he walked towards the front dressing room.

"That's reasonable..." Sewell followed behind, laughing, he was much relieved now.

Before the match began, Draco glanced at Sewell and said quickly, "Play well—they're watching from the stage."

Sewell ignited instantly, and then played very well throughout the game. He interfered with every Hogwarts player who was about to score, and even remembered not to hurt anyone and controlled his strength.

The game finally ended with 470:200, and Hogwarts defeated Durmstrang again.

But this time there are no gossips, Hogwarts has proved its strength with the previous games.

It's not that I'm too weak, it's just that my opponent is too strong.

After the match, Harry and the Hogwarts people came over to shake hands in a friendly way. Dumbledore and Karkaroff both came to join in the fun with a smile. Krum had a gloomy face as usual, and Rick Reeve was talking about the scene. , Draco grabbed Sewell and said, "Follow me."

Sewell's heart sank suddenly.

He bit the bullet and followed behind Draco, and the psychological construction he had just made with great difficulty suddenly collapsed. He had the urge to run away, but Draco grabbed his wrist at the right time, and used an intimate enough but not The non-excessive posture dragged him to the front of the Malfoys.

Sewell didn't dare to lift his head, and stared down at the delicate shoes of Lucius and Narcissa. He suddenly noticed that the palm of Draco's hand holding his arm was a little wet, as if he was sweating——

Is he nervous too?

Sewell had a conflict of wanting to laugh, and Draco's nervous recognition, like him, inexplicably gave him courage. He slowly raised his head and looked at the serious-looking Malfoys.

long silence.

Just when Sewell couldn't bear it, Narcissa blinked and said softly: "Have you chosen the mother of the child?"

"...?!!" Sewell turned pale in shock, thinking that you haven't hit the mandarin ducks yet, why did you just find someone for Draco to have a child with?

Is this self-conscious withdrawal?His throat was a little dry, and he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't speak, but Draco saw his mouth opening and closing, grabbed his arm and shook it, signaling him to relax.

Sewell suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a lozenge, his throat was particularly comfortable, and the stiff curve of his mouth softened.

Narcissa, who saw all this in her eyes, said with a smile: "I think Russian girls are quite beautiful and look healthy, but Lucius always insists that the British ones are the best... Sewell What do you think? Has Draco shown you the photos? The mother of the child is very important, remember to choose carefully."

Sewell felt that what Narcissa was talking about was not picking a wife, but a sow. He cleared his throat and replied, "Not yet..."

"Hey," Narcissa covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Then take your time and tell me when you're done."

Sewell felt baffled, but he still gave a gracious expression.

"Then let's go first," Narcissa said, holding Lucius on her arm. "We'll have tea with the minister's wife later, and we'll go to the last game too—see you then?"

"...Well," Sewell replied in a daze, "see you then."

Then Narcissa and Lucius left with their heads held high.

Sewell was stunned for a long time, then turned to look at Draco: "Mom and Dad are gone?"

"...obviously."

Sewell was a little bit overwhelmed, he thought it would be a storm to meet him, who knew that it would be over without the wind blowing.

"Did you really tell them?" After returning to the room, Sewell couldn't help but ask Draco for confirmation.

"of course."

"...Then why are you so calm?"

Draco sat on the sofa, stared at Sewell for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "Their reaction was very...very intense at first."

"But what can be done? We are already together." Draco leaned forward, asked Sewell gently, and said in an unprecedented gentle tone: "I said, don't think too much..."

"We'll always be together."

Sevier was so moved that tears were about to come out. The two of them kissed and rolled onto the bed. They kissed for a long time. Finally, Sevier was put into a kneeling position by Draco, ready to carry it on his back. The moment before Coe entered, Sewell suddenly slipped away again: "Hello," he turned to Draco and asked, "What is the girl that mother said?"