[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Students at Hogwarts all know that the savior of Gryffindor carried that little Malfoy with him, and it was up to the crotch.

Today is Gryffindor's Quidditch training, and Xavier Potter's pendant Malfoy, as expected, was dragged onto the court by Gryffindor's new Quidditch captain Harry after lunch——

"You should exercise more." Harry crossed his arms and looked at him harshly. "You are as skinny as a primary school student." Ron next to him poked his head out and asked casually what primary school is, and then helped Harry left and right. The right dragged Sewell onto the pitch.

Sewell just rolled his eyes at that.

"You can try to participate in the selection." Harry said quickly: "Principal Dumbledore has canceled the rule that the first grade cannot bring a broom this semester—to celebrate the victory of the war." He glanced at Sewell, and asked gently Said: "Have you ever played with a broom at Malfoy's house?"

"Actually, no." Sewell said gloomily. With Sewell's artificial broom, Draco never raised the broom in front of him again.

"It's all right, it's very simple—" Harry threw Sewell to the side of the field and gave him a spare school broom: "Just say, get up."

"Get up—" Sewell parroted his tongue, and the broom quickly rolled into his hands.

Very good, very obedient.He looked at the worn-out broom in his hand, and without Harry saying anything, he stepped on the broom and kicked his feet on the ground, flying straight into the sky.

For Sewell, who is proficient in using Daqinggong and is familiar with the sky, flying a broomstick is not difficult at all-except that his butt hurts.

He flew aimlessly in the sky for a while, feeling a little bored, grasping the handle of the broom with both hands, made a few movements in the air to speed up and then suddenly turned around, and flew in a spiral path for a while, causing a scene below. screamed, and finally landed firmly next to Harry.

"Very good." Harry said bluntly, he took the school broom back from Sewell's hand, and handed over his own fire broom: "You will use this to participate in the selection later."

"Hey, I haven't agreed to—" Sewell protested, staring.

Harry ignored him, waved his hand to call others over, and shouted loudly: "The selection participants are on my right, and the old players are on my left." Sevier muttered, holding the torch, ready to Walking to Harry's right hand side, he suddenly noticed that Ron was not wearing a team robe, nor was he standing in line.

He tugged at Ron's robe suspiciously.

"Ah..." Ron blushed a little: "I'm about to quit the team," he said awkwardly, "I'm not flying well."

Sewell blinked, and Ron looked left and right to change the topic: "Which position did you choose? Don't be a Seeker - you can only sit on the bench forever if you compete with Harry." He muttered.

"Actually - I want to pick a goalkeeper." Sewell whispered, Ron froze, his face was ugly and scary.The poor red-haired boy used to play as the goalkeeper. He smiled dryly: "That's good." After speaking, he was about to leave.

"Why don't you try the Chaser?" Sewell grabbed Ron and said, "Or stay and accept my challenge? It's not bad, anyway," he smiled hurriedly: "Harry must Hopefully his best friend is on the court with him."

"Let me—I'll think about it again." Ron's face was as red as his hair, and he struggled to break away from Sewell's hand, and quickly left the crowd and walked towards the auditorium.Sewell looked back, saw Harry looking at this side, and made a mouth--

he will be fine.

Sewell froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

The selection of the goalkeeper is very simple, see who stops the Quaffle more times.There were three contestants, two boys and a girl, and Sewell was without a doubt the smallest of them all.

But there is no doubt that he is the best one to fly, and almost all the goals are blocked.The Gryffindors cheered as he jumped off the broom for the last time, caught a Quaffle in midair, grabbed the broom and jumped on it again.

"I seem to see the goalkeeper version of Harry Potter!" Katie Bell, a girl who has served Gryffindor Quidditch for five years, exclaimed excitedly, while the other two students participating in the goalkeeper selection silently They glanced at each other and reported the position of the Chaser.

"To be honest, I think I'm bullying people." Among the bookshelves in the library, Sewell murmured to Draco, "I'm just not afraid of falling, so I just jumped up...and the two Gryffindors The Chasers are two girls, and the ball is . . . a little slower."

"And you know," he rolls up his sleeves, excitedly showing off his non-existent biceps—"I'm actually pretty strong."

"Those two Gryffindors cooperate very well." Draco said sharply: "If there is another strong suitor, this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team, even without Angelina and the twins It's okay...not too shameful." The platinum nobleman struggled to choose a less harsh word, then he waved his hand impatiently: "Excuse me, get out of the way, you are blocking me from taking the book."

Sewell stepped aside and yelled in surprise: "You actually boast that the Gryffindor girl is good? Did you eat something wrong at noon? Ecstasy?"

Draco frowned and looked at him for a while, then suddenly took out a bloody lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into the mouth of the first-year Gryffindor: "Be quiet, boy, you want Mrs. Pince I'm here." Then he clapped his hands, stared at Sewell with a half-smile and said. : "If you found out that I happen to be the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team... I guess you wouldn't be so surprised."

Sewell spent 30 seconds debating whether to spit out the candy or keep sucking it—and suddenly found the point.

"Merlin... I forgot," he said desperately, "You are the Quidditch captain of Slytherin."

"Obviously." Draco replied lazily, "Of course, I never counted on Mr. Sewell's IQ." He found the book he wanted, turned and prepared to leave.As a result, he was dragged back by Sewell again, and the dwarf of Gryffindor looked at him pitifully: "If I block all Slytherin's balls, will you kill me?"

Draco slapped the book on Sewell's face with a "snap," and said impatiently, "Who gave you the courage to ask such a question." He pushed Sewell away through the book , gestured to the black-haired savior not far away with his chin: "Your nanny is here, follow him and get out of here, don't bother me anymore."

When Sewell was dragged back to the public rest by Harry, Zabini and Pansy, who had already been on the sidelines, came to Draco's side, and Zabini touched the platinum-blond boy's chin with a half-smile. : "Poor Draco, he was so sour that he pushed his brother to Potter."

Draco slapped his hands away irritably: "Pay attention to your words and deeds, Bryce is still there, I'm not sour to death."

"I think it's better for you to tell him the truth earlier," Zabini said with a smile, "You can't wait until the last day and let him be the last to find out."

"Why can't—" Draco said indifferently, his gray eyes fixed on Zabini, then glanced at Pansy again, and warned in a low voice: "He's my brother—don't worry too much about it." Things... If someone said something to me if I found out—" He smirked a little: "No one wants to know the ending."

"Of course not..." Zabini begged for mercy, raised his hands, and then happily changed the subject: "Since my dear brother has entered the student team——Brother Draco, do you want to prepare a broom as a gift?" ?”

"A broom? For a Gryffindor keeper? To use against Slytherins?" Draco exclaimed in disbelief.

Zabini shrugged: "But you know—even if you don't give it, someone will rush to give it. For example...your uncle Sirius Black, he must be very happy, why? Grace for saving lives."

Draco froze for a moment, and stopped flipping the book.

At breakfast the next day, when Sewell was happily eating apple pie, the noise in the auditorium suddenly became louder. Ron on his left jumped up as if he had been stung by a bee, pointing to the air and saying, "Merlin ——!”

When Sewell raised his head, his eyes widened - a large number of owls were flying towards the long table of students, and the three leading ones were very recognizable - Harry's Hedwig, Malfoy's golden eagle, and his own Haidong green.

——Bastard Draco used my battle pet to deliver the letter again!This was Sewell's first reaction.

Then he found that his own Haidongqing was looming in the front, and he couldn't help puffing out his chest triumphantly, and then he suddenly found that the three birds were holding a broom under their paws, and they were all flying towards him ——

What the fuck?

Fuck me? Fuck me? ! ! ! ! !

I didn't wake up—? !

Someone had already pointed to the sky and shouted: "Two Malfoy birds! And one Harry Potter's!" At this moment the three birds flew over Sewell's head, let go of their claws, and threw the broom in front of him.

"Wow-oh-!!" The auditorium exploded.

Sewell was stunned and at a loss, while the savior hid his face, trying to get himself out of the chaos: "Hedwig's is Sirius..."