The little life of a platinum darling

For teenage children who are studying, some things are not as memorable as imagined.

Since there was no second victim, this bizarre petrification incident was gradually forgotten by the students.

Not long after, the lively Quidditch season arrived.

"The next match is against Gryffindor," Blaise said, just after returning from training on the court. He and Draco are both players in the academy team, and the recent training has taken up their spare time. "I really don't know." See why you don't like Quidditch."

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm not as fanatical as you are." Feverret explained with a smile.

"You never go to the training, even when you can not go to the game, you don't go, and you are absent-minded, don't you dislike it? If it is not stipulated that all first-year students in Slytherin House should be there as long as there is no accident. Go watch it, I think you will never go. Don't you like it like this?" Draco curled his lips.

In order for the freshmen to integrate into the group more quickly, Slytherin College stipulates that everyone must be present at any college activities during the year.

"It's not bad to see you flying. I wanted you to join the academy team."

"And then spend all your time on it like you guys who get up early and train late every day?" Feverret refused without hesitation, "I don't want it."

"Okay," Blaise shrugged, "but tomorrow is Draco and I's first time playing, you have to come and cheer us on."

"It's no problem." Feiwenruite agreed without hesitation.

Fevinret sat in the corner of the stand with a book in his arms.Before the game started, the stands were already in chaos.Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were fine, but Gryffindor's yells nearly turned the stadium upside down.Slytherins are not much better. Strictly speaking, Quidditch is the only time when they can throw away most of the aristocratic etiquette and indulge themselves, so almost all Slytherins have a certain understanding of the overbearing and brutal game of Quidditch. goodwill, or passion.

But Fiverett doesn't think so. Looking at this kind of game that seems to have rules but is actually almost completely irregular, it is not as good as a duel or basketball.

He likes the feeling of flying in the sky, but this doesn't mean that he has a broom under his crotch.

"Beep—" Following Mrs. Hodge's whistle, the shouts in the stands more than doubled.

Players from the two academy representative teams flew out from the entrances on both sides of the court and formed a circle in the middle.Mrs. Hodge was already there waiting for them.

The two captains stopped at the innermost part of the circle. They looked at each other and shook hands vigorously. Both of them were determined to win today.

Draco and Harry flew at the top, they were the Seekers.Draco frowned at Harry.He would like to see what the savior is capable of, so that people like Feverret can treat him as a friend.

Harry didn't have any good feelings for Draco either. Although Feverret entered Slytherin, it didn't mean that Harry Potter would like all Slytherins, especially this guy in front of him. He just met him Just insulted Feverret!

It was the first time for both of them to compete, and they were so nervous that they couldn't even hold the broom steadily, so they were in no mood to argue.

Mrs. Hodge's whistle blew once more.She opened the box containing the Quidditch balls and released the balls one by one.After releasing the Snitch, she picked up the Quaffle and hurled it into the sky directly above her.

The two captains had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and their eyes did not leave the ball for a moment.As it soared into the sky, both of them grabbed the broom and rushed forward together.

Feiwenruite only glanced forward, then buried her head and continued to study the book in her hand seriously, ignoring the noise around her.

If he remembered correctly, Dobby would show up today and direct a rather small farce.

Thinking of the little elf who tried his best to take care of him in the past, Feverret still felt a little warm in his heart.No matter what the reason is, this elf is really good to him, isn't he?

He thought for a while, got up from his seat, and walked back.

He carefully cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and released his spiritual power as he walked, so that the plants at his feet would not be frightened.The simple fluctuations released by the plants will be felt by the elves, so they must not be careless.

He didn't know why he wanted to go to Dobby, but it was more fun than sitting in the stands, wasn't it?

And the whole Slytherin could testify that he sat in the stands until the game started, and Blaise couldn't say he didn't come to cheer them on.Even Draco, when he first entered the arena, glanced at him.

After walking unhurriedly around the field for almost half an hour, Feverret finally saw the blue-gray skinned house elf on a protruding boulder.It lowered its head slightly, as if hesitating about something.

Fevinret stopped and hid himself in the shadow on one side.

Not long after, Dobby raised his head and stretched out his right index finger to the court.Feverret felt magical fluctuations around Dobby.Sure enough, both Bludgers on the field started flying in Harry's direction.

Brothers George and Fred rushed over and hit the Bludger one by one in the direction of Slytherin. Before he could swing it out in time, the Bludger turned around and flew towards Harry again.

"What's going on?!" George hit the Bludger hard.

"I didn't see Slytherin swinging the bat!" Fred hit another at the same time on the other side.

Hermione, who had been paying attention to Harry's side, immediately sensed something was wrong: "Could it be that Slytherin used some kind of magic?"

The Ravenclaws around her obviously agreed with her idea: "It's like rebounding spells or something."

But the phenomenon that the Bludger flew back after being hit made them overturn this conclusion: "What happened to that ball?!"

Draco saw the Snitch, and he glanced towards Harry, with some doubts in his eyes, but he didn't think much, and chased in the direction of the Snitch.Therefore, Harry, who was paying attention to Draco's opponent's every move, immediately discovered Draco's movements, and then also saw the golden snitch in rapid flight.

He ignored the two Bludgers flying towards him for the third time and flew over there.

The actions of the two Seekers announced the appearance of the Golden Snitch, bringing the scene to a climax.Few people paid attention to the two Bludgers who had been following Harry.

It wasn't until they realized that Harry followed the Snitch up and down for a long time, and the two Bludgers were still following him persistently, that they realized something was wrong.

Harry chased Draco who had been flying in front of him, and he couldn't tell the pain in his heart.The two Bludgers followed him all the way and missed him several times.But he couldn't help it, no matter how he changed the flight path, the Bludger still kept chasing him.

At this time, there was almost a mess at the teacher's table.

"Is there any way to solve it?" Prof McGonagall fidgeted anxiously, "Prof Hodge, can we stop the game first?"

Mrs. Hodge shook her head: "It's useless even if the game is stopped, the two Bludgers must be stopped first."

Prof Flitwick took out his wand: "But it's not a solution to go on like this. How can we stop the Bludger?"

Prof Snape took out his wand earlier, but couldn't aim at the fast and small Bludger: "Damn it!"

"Yes yes!" Lockhart stood up, still wearing the big smile that won him the "Most Charming Smile Award": "If the Bludger can stop for a while, I can immediately Make them obey!"

But no one paid him any attention.

Feverett watched the commotion in the stadium from outside the stadium, and then looked at Dobby.I faintly felt that something was wrong.The wave of magic around Dobby continued to intensify, and the Bludger began to accelerate.

The distance between Harry and Draco slowly narrowed, getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch.

Both held out a hand at the same time.As long as they get this small ball, their academy will win!So you must not lose to the opponent!

Draco manipulated the broom and hit Harry hard, Harry was almost thrown into the air. After controlling the broom, he gave Draco the same blow, not to be outdone.Draco was prepared, quickly stabilized, and bumped towards him again.

The two of them stared at the golden ball not far in front of them, facing each other without admitting defeat.

near!near!Come closer!

The two people stretched out their hands at the same time, and just a little bit later, a Bludger suddenly accelerated and hit Harry!

Feverret could clearly feel that if the ball just hit it like this, it would definitely kill Harry!Gathering all his spiritual energy, he deflected the Bludger and hit Harry's arm.

At the same time, he heard Dobby's voice on the stone shouting in an unintelligible voice: "Harry Potter, die!"