[HP] The Elegance of the Night

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the school began to head to the Quidditch stadium.It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.Draco went into the dressing room and changed into a green Slytherin jersey for his first match.

Raindrops would fall from the sky at any moment, and the training of the lions was more adapted to this environment than the little snakes. Igil was helping Draco cheer along the way.When he returned to the auditorium, two teams had already entered the arena, and the cheers from the little wizards were deafening.Small green and red flags were flying everywhere.

Draco waved to the Slytherin crowd, mounted his Nimbus 2001, and Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and all fourteen of them leaped into the leaden sky.

"Gryffindor, come on!"

"Slytherin, we must win!" Amidst the loud shouts, the students of the two colleges each pulled up eye-catching slogans.

"..." The Seekers of the two teams passed by in the air, and they couldn't hear what they said, but the little wizards could see that they were provoking each other.

That's when a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards them, and Draco shot down five feet, Nimbus 2001 showing its incredible speed.Harry Potter narrowly missed it, the draft of the ball ruffling his black hair.

George, one of the Gryffindor twins, sprinted past Harry Potter and slammed the Bludger hard at Slytherin's Derian Pusey with his bat It changed direction halfway, and flew towards the savior in diameter.

Harry ducked down and George slammed it down on Draco Malfoy again.Just as Igil was sweating for his roommate, the Bludger turned around again like a boomerang, and went straight for the savior's head.

The crowd around him was cheering, and Igil kept his eyes on the sky, focusing all his attention on the game.The Gryffindor team's Seeker suddenly accelerated, whizzing towards the other end of the field.Bludgers whizzed after him.

Igil clenched his fist, there was something wrong with that Bludger, accident?still……

In the sky, Gryffindor's Fred hit the Bludger hard, and the Bludger was knocked aside.He had just been happy for a while, and the Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted around the Savior, chasing him and flying away again.

It started to rain, and big drops of rain fell down, affecting people's sight.

"Slytherin lead, sixty to zero," the commentator Lee Jordan read the score with strong dissatisfaction.At this time, the Gryffindor team had gathered around the Savior to prevent another Bludger attack.

The Gryffindor captain called for a stoppage, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the Quidditch players descended to the ground, dodging the maddened Bludger.

"They're going to stop the game, it's so easy to win." Pansy stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his robe.If the Gryffindor team asks to stop now, they will be disqualified from the game. The bloody level of Quidditch is different from football in the Muggle world. Every year, wizards disappear or even die because of this sport.

"It's not that easy, Pansy." Igil saw the resolute expression on Harry's face. The little lion was very stubborn and would not give up easily.

Sure enough, only a few minutes later, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and the Gryffindor team took to the sky, and the Bludger chased after their Seeker again, twisting and turning in the air with him. Take the "zigzag" route.

"Harry, are you crazy!" Draco drove his Nimbus 2001 towards the Savior. In his anxiety, Draco forgot to call him Potter, but called his name.

It rained harder, and Harry's glasses were clouded by the raindrops, and Harry almost got hit by the Bludger again.

"Malfoy, don't follow me!" He accelerated to distance himself from Draco.

Draco stopped in mid-air, watching Harry's dodging figure, the Snitch spinning inches above his left ear, without him noticing.

"This idiot—" Igil stood up from his seat angrily, and his roommate focused on irrelevant things again. He forgot what the previous hard training was for?Had he forgotten that he was Slytherin's Seeker?

Draco!You should be watching the Snitch, not this green-eyed savior!

Harry Potter obviously saw the Golden Snitch next to Draco, and his body suspended in mid-air paused.It was this gap that allowed the Bludger to finally catch up with him.

Harry was hit, the Bludger smashing into his elbow so hard it almost knocked him off his broomstick.His arm must have been broken, dangling beside his body.The Bludger hits him a second time, this time aiming for his face.

Harry jerked away from his original direction, and he rushed towards Draco...

"What are you doing—" Draco horrified, and just when he thought Harry was about to hit him, Harry's uninjured hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it violently, amidst the panic of the crowd. In the cry, it fell straight to the ground.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, the Snitch firmly in his hand.

"We won," he said weakly.

Draco and his mates landed on the ground, and he looked into the Slytherin audience, the disappointment of the little snakes was palpable, the other three houses whistling, clapping and yelling.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff didn't want Slytherin to win, and they were overjoyed by the result.

"Gryffindor, win!"

"Gryffindor, we must win!" Amidst the noise, Igil turned his back to the stands and disappeared from the Slytherin auditorium.

"It's nothing, Malfoy, this is your first match, it's already very good, my nervous mind went blank at that time, and I didn't know what I was doing after the match." Quidditch captain Flint patted He patted Draco on the shoulder, pointed to the savior surrounded by the lively crowd and comforted him. "Look how miserable he is."

The wizards around the Savior gasped, and Harry's hand looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove.

Professor Lockhart's failed spell not only failed to connect Harry's bones, but removed them.

"Well done, Professor Lockhart, I guess he did it on purpose." Flint let out a malicious laugh. "How about it, Malfoy. Do you feel better after seeing the miserable appearance of the savior? We don't have the stupid dedication of Gryffindor. Compared with that little credit, our lives are much more valuable. This time Luckily for Harry Potter, the Bludger was aimed at his head."

Draco's mood was even worse. He didn't get the Golden Snitch not because of his instinct to avoid danger, nor because he was too nervous.But at this moment, he could only pull out a sarcastic arc from the corner of his mouth and smile.

Harry was lying on a bed in the hospital wing, whimpering in pain. There seemed to be countless large splinters in his arm.

After drinking the Bone Spirit, which tasted so strange, he fell asleep for a long, long time.When he awoke, it was pitch black.

At first he thought it was the pain in his arm that woke him up, and then he realized with horror that someone was wiping his forehead in the dark.

"Go away!" he cried, and recognized Professor Lockhart in an instant.

"Well, Harry." Gilderoy Lockhart looked at him in the dark, stroking his face with cold fingertips.

"What a pity, the Bludger was supposed to smash your pretty little face." Lockhart's fingers slid from his face to his slender neck.So fragile, as if it would break if pinched.