[HP] Noble

For the vast majority of people, missing Hogwarts this year may really be regarded as one of the regrets in life.Especially the players and captains of the previous Quidditch teams, on this day at the end of May, they all tried their best to get a one-way ticket for the Hogwarts Express back to school——

"To see such a game, it doesn't matter if I'm even willing to fly back on the broomstick when I go back!"

When he saw the vague figures of young people in the sky wearing Hogwarts' temporary school team Quidditch robes flying out of the venue from the entrance, the former Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood was wearing simple shorts different from the school uniform at this moment. He stood in the front row in a good position specially reserved for people. After thanking Ron who stayed behind to guide him, Wood looked up at the young people who were busy doing warm-up exercises and said enviously , "God knows how I wish I hadn't graduated this year, otherwise the goalie position would be mine - of course, I'm not saying Fred's not doing well, but I think he's a better batsman, you know , The Weasley brothers themselves are two moving Bludgers!"

Ron: "Uh-"

"Don't be too confident, my dear. Guess who I saw? Well, Draco Malfoy - I thought back then, he could be a hitter as well as a seeker, and he could do a good job — I met Professor Snape just now, and I heard that he has given this young man the captaincy of the Quidditch team, and I think that's very good."

—Marcus Flint, former captain of the Slytherin house team.

Dear, um, dear, love, yes.Ron: "..."

As for Flint, in less than a year after graduation, most people at Hogwarts haven't completely forgotten about him - no way, he was too busy for the reporters of the "Daily Prophet".

This outstanding Hogwarts graduate who is as tall as a bear has experienced "voluntarily giving up the family's inheritance rights", "being deprived of his surname" and "smoothly cohabiting with his lover Oliver Wood (a Gryffindor)"" A series of ups and downs such as "taking back the surname" and "regaining the inheritance of the Flint family" also added a lot of material to the "Wizard Life" of the "Daily Prophet".

To quote a sentence from the "Daily Prophet" in its concluding remarks on Tuesday last week: Marcus Flint, from a certain point of view, can be regarded as a winner in life.

The latest news is that I heard that Flint is contacting a famous potion research family in Northern Europe, planning to get a bottle of fertility potion.Once the news leaked out, it gave the Slytherins and Gryffindors another topic to argue about—

The Slytherins rationally believe that if two wizards fall in love, the smaller one should be the mother.

The Gryffindors are more straightforward, they usually tell you in a natural tone after a snort: Slytherin seems to be a suitable model for having children-as for why, sorry, there is no reason.

...Because the entire Flint family's business in Egypt is too large, the two young people who should have a peaceful private life may not be as comfortable as they were before graduation, but no matter what the outside world thinks, for this young couple For the couple, nothing can separate them for the time being.

When Wood reminded Flint in a low voice, "You don't have to wear formal wizard robes on such an occasion, no one is looking at you, and it's very hot today", Ron decided to go back to the fourth grade for his own ears and eyes. Where the Ryffindors should be - in fact, by the time Ron managed to squeeze his way through the crowd to find Hermione, the game had already begun.And Hermione Granger had been waiting there for a long time, she looked... surprisingly nervous.

"They're flying so fast!" screamed Hermione, fussing. "I can barely see their faces."

"It's nothing unclear - Excuse me, thank you - please move your fat ass to me, Billisa -" Ron muttered calmly and sat down next to Hermione, after a long sigh of relief , shrugging his shoulders, "Well, for example, it was George who got hit by Durmstrang's batsman now, but he seems to be all right-oh, luckily, it wasn't some Blaster who hit him, Otherwise he's sure to fall off the broom!"

"My God! He's bleeding! They should have called a timeout!"

"Okay, Hermione, don't yell," Ron covered his ears, "George just has a little nosebleed, I can't watch the game like you."

"Then don't look at it!" Hermione said irritably, staring at a figure wearing a temporary Hogwarts school team uniform on the field.

Of course, Hermione is definitely not the only one who is irritable.

As a game broadcaster, Lee Jordan is also busy with all four feet in the sky-the chasers are too fast, they are changing teams awkwardly, passing, hitting, catching, a series of fast movements He only had time to report who was holding the Quaffle, and before he could make any further comments, the next second, the Quaffle was in another person's hands.

"Now the Quaffle is in Hogwarts' hands - come on Midler - Lestron - oh no Malfoy looking behind you -"

There was a gasp of exclamation in the arena.

However, at the next moment, everyone saw how the current captain of the Slytherin academy team turned around neatly and slammed the Bludger that was attacking from behind like a mad dog towards the opponent's camp. The eyes, being pumped, rushed towards Durmstrang's Seeker Krum at a faster speed, Krum frowned slightly, and the broom made a difficult braking up to avoid this vicious attack, on the broom After bumping for about three seconds, he sat down firmly, and quickly focused on his search.

It's a pity that here, even with a beautiful counterattack, the Hogwarts Quaffle could not be brought into the opponent's frame smoothly.

The ball was lost in Lestrang's hands and passed to Durmstrang's Chasers who then attacked and the ball was saved by Fred.

At this moment, Scorpius Great was sitting in the audience, and he was excited-this came from the Quidditch match itself.

But the people around him seem to be more excited than him.

They were excited by the man playing Quidditch.

The girls were screaming as if they couldn't get hoarse, like a game - whether the men playing on the court could hear it was another matter, the only thing he could be sure of now was that Draco just hit the ball just now, At least it hit the hearts of two-thirds of the single girls present... Well, maybe a few percent of the men will lose their love after the match.This statement may be a little disgusting, but it is the truth.

The two Beauxbaton girls sitting behind Scorpius had already started talking enthusiastically in French. Of course Scorpius didn't understand what they were saying, but at least he understood Draco's name and The girls moaned intoxicated.

Zabini was right: To pick up girls, play ball.

In the current history of Hogwarts, there is no Quidditch house team captain who stepped out of the school gate alone... Of course, if it doesn’t work, they can still have a good internal digestion, such as Flint And Wood—they are simply the best examples, good enough to be included in textbooks.

... Closer to home, let's talk about playing ball.

Well, play ball.

Now the score is thirty to ten, with Durmstrang leading.Damn the Quaffle is in Durmstrang's hands again, the commentator Jordan's voice is almost broken and he can't let Hogwarts score another goal. In fact, Scorpius said, Hogwarts The Gwartz school team has done a very good job. The time for them to run in is too short, but the tacit understanding shown today is enough to surprise people.

At least that old lunatic Dumbledore will be satisfied - which can be seen from his smile and frequent nods from beginning to end.

But having said that, even if this is the case, of course no one wants to lose.

As a key seeker, Harry Potter performed well. He found the Snitch three times, but had to give up the opportunity to continue the pursuit under the interference of the opposing batsman.And Durmstrang's Krum is obviously more adaptable to unfamiliar opponents than the Gryffindor golden boy. The formation of the Hogwarts team is constantly changing. Under the frequent harassment of George and Draco Well, he had more chances of seeing the Snitch than Harry - the Snitch was even right in the middle of the field once when Harry was busy being chased all over the field by a Bludger -

Almost everyone thought the game was coming to an end.

But when Krum rode the Firebolt close to the Snitch, two Bludgers fell from the sky one after the other interrupted his movement - the front one was the credit of Draco, his broom was bigger than anyone else present. Faster alone, so he managed to circle around and fly behind Harry before he was killed by the Bludger—

bah—

The Bludger changed direction violently, and the metal rod swung violently through the air, creating a whistling effect - something only Harry, who was closest to Draco, was lucky enough to hear.

Before he could say thank you, the platinum noble had already flew out with a whoosh.

The moment they passed each other, Harry heard his heavy breathing.

It was at that moment that Harry realized that the position of the Seeker in the Quidditch field was not as simple as "winning the game" as he thought—he suddenly remembered that in the Quidditch field, he still There are five comrades in arms, and they will use all their strength to protect him, give him a chance to end the game, and then win the game with everyone.

Everyone deserves the same honorable rights as he.

The Golden Snitch is achieved by everyone's efforts, not by the Seeker alone.

Pulling himself together, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately started a new round of searching.

When cheers rang out in his ears, he was only vaguely aware that Hogwarts had scored again.

I don't know how long the game lasted, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, Harry flew over the scoreboard, [-] to [-], Durmstrang took the lead, and the Quaffle was in Hogwarts' hands.

……

Two hundred and six to two hundred and six.

……

Two hundred and eight to two hundred and nine.

……

Three hundred to three hundred and one.

Catch the Snitch and end the game.

At this moment, Gryffindor had only one thought left in his mind.

Then, almost in the next second, he spotted the Snitch.

Just above the foreign stands—it was a delicate position, the Snitch, Krum, Harry, just formed an equilateral triangle.

fair play.

Harry fired the Firebolt so fast that he could hardly keep his eyes open.I should ask Hermione to give a wind spell, Harry thought drowsily, envious of the speed of Malfoy's broom like never before, as he started to close in on the Snitch abreast of Krum.

He reached out and stood up from the broom - beside him, Krum did the same.

Everything around seemed to suddenly lose its sound.

Harry could only hear his own heart beating "boom, boom, boom".

He could feel the vibrating wings of the Snitch brushing against his fingertips.

Then go away.

The hand feebly scratched the air, and finally closed it violently.

There is no expected cold feeling of metal.

Harry watched as Krum's hand stretched forward, closing over the Snitch, completely covering it, and grasping it in the palm of his hand.

Mrs. Hodge's whistle sounded.

Everyone on the field stopped.

Draco patted the front of the broom lightly, hovered in mid-air with a graceful tail sweep, and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Four hundred and five to three hundred and one, Durmstrang won.

The game is over.