[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin Conduct 66: Timeliness

Because of this prophecy, after Draco returned to the dormitory, he asked Harry to show him the memories of his dreams, even though there was a very short and inexplicable strange gray-black simple stone in the dream. The wall, but after a second or two of blurry vision, Draco still found what he wanted to find - that corridor was the corridor of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic - the Dark Lord was still playing with the idea of ​​the prophecy ball, It's not difficult to understand, he must know why he failed, so as to avoid this failure, this is a very typical Slytherin way of thinking, especially as a resurrection of a soul, he must not have the main soul to know There are many antecedents, so of course we must persevere in the investigation to the end.

The next thing will be easy. If the Dark Lord does not want to expose himself to the Ministry of Magic to get the prophecy ball, then no one in this world can get it except Harry. The Dark Lord's plan is doomed to fail... Wait, Draco suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If the Dark Lord is so eager for the prophecy ball, does that mean they can use it as a bait to set up a game?To seize the opportunity in the war, the opportunity can be met but not sought - the more Draco thinks about it, the more feasible it is. Of course, he needs to think carefully, and he also needs to discuss it with his father and godfather.

Draco didn't say what he thought, so Harry was relieved after learning of the existence of the prophecy ball.If only he and Voldemort could get the prophecy ball, as long as he didn't take it, Voldemort would never put the cart before the horse and bombard the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic to grab the prophecy ball, so why worry?

Draco said that Voldemort's power had been greatly weakened, and it would not be a matter of time before he wanted to make a comeback. With the influence of the prophecy ball, Harry felt that the outbreak of the war would be a matter of long-term future, and he seemed to be more concerned about it now. Lay a solid foundation for magical combat, pass the OWLs exam, and more imminently, his first Quidditch match in his life.

Thinking of Quidditch, Harry glanced at Draco furtively. During the recent Quidditch practice, he felt that everyone's attitude towards him was a bit - weird, of course not in a bad way - they seemed to be very careful with him. , as if afraid of a violent collision, and Captain Monty was almost trembling. Harry asked, but Blaise's answer was to ask him to "ask Draco."

Harry thought about it, "Draco, I will practice Quidditch tomorrow afternoon as usual, will you come and take a look?"

"Of course, why?"

"It's nothing." Harry shook his head, not knowing what Blaise meant.

It's really nothing, but it's the instinctive reaction of a certain 'dragon'.

It all started a few weeks ago when Harry took part in training for the first time, in which Harry proved in front of everyone that he was the most gifted Seeker Hogwarts had seen in 150 years , throughout practice, Harry galloped around the field, dodging players, dodging opponents, dodging the Bludgers and Quaffles that gave him nightmares and nearly killing him, and catching the Snitch— Let it go, then continue to fly, look for it again, avoid danger, and then catch it again—half a day of training, Harry caught the Snitch five times successively, with incredible lightness and agility!

So Monty was in a tizzy, and right after practice he swooped down on his broomstick, overpowered Harry, and kissed him hard.Montaigne took the lead, and every one of these other bear-like guys in the team pounced on Harry and gave Harry a hard 'bite' on the face, so at the end when Harry came in almost with teeth marks all over his face At lunch, the silver table knife in the hands of the always elegant prince sliced ​​through a hard-shelled butter snail to the bottom - the snail shell was completely broken.

"Harry," Draco smiled, trying to suppress his emotions in the face of Harry, "how was the training, first time today?"

"It's great, Draco, do you know the feeling of flying in the air-I can finally experience Viktor's flying in the sky as if he is a broomstick, feeling like you are one with the air, like a An arrow..." Harry was talking excitedly...

Draco nodded as he listened, shaving off the broken pieces with a fork, "Then what happened to your face?"

"Celebrate the joy of victory!" Someone raised his chin proudly, but then put down the fork with a sad face, and rubbed it somewhere on the left cheek, "These guys actually used to bite..."

Click!

"Draco?" Harry heard the sound.

"Oh, so how many times have you caught it? I mean - the Snitch." Draco knew quite well what kind of topic to use to divert someone's attention.

"Five times, I'm very good!" Harry put down the knife and fork completely, stopped eating, and began to talk happily about the process of catching the snitch every time, "...you didn't see Monty's surprised look, he Said I must be the best Seeker in Slytherin for 200 years!"

"Yeah, it's not surprising, your dad's school Quidditch trophies lined up in a row in the trophy room." Draco smiled at Harry, but the contents of his plate had become bigger than West Africa's. The rest of the gorilla's food was even worse, "So, Monty went crazy with joy, so he...'bited' you..." Draco's eyes and fingers were on Harry's beautiful face full of teeth marks Shaking.

Harry shrugged, "And besides him, no one in the team was left behind! But he set a precedent." Harry also complained, these guys jumped at it, and it hurt him a lot!

Draco glanced down at his plate, cleaned it up with a wave of his wand, he thought he needed to have a friendly communication with Montai!

No one knows what happened afterwards, except that the prefect was in the cold, and after lunch he 'asked' the Quidditch captain to go out together. He disappeared for a whole afternoon, and the two didn't come back until dinner. The prince looked much more benign than at noon, but their always strong Quidditch captain seemed to be a little sloppy, exuding...an indescribably sad aura from the inside out.

Uh, everyone doesn't know what happened, but just keep the school motto in mind—[Stay away from Draco, don't provoke! ]*

The first official Quidditch match was just a few days after Halloween, between Gryffindor and Slytherin, for which Harry had already fought the twin Bludgers at lunch one day, When they said they were going to have a "fight to the death" on the field, the twin Bludgers responded with arrogant smiles, and before further embarrassing things happened, the captains of both sides brought their players back.

But on the day of the match, Harry's complexion was obviously not good, because he was nervous before the battle-this Draco had expected it a long time ago, it is not impossible to prepare some mental sedatives for Harry, but the mentality before the battle is very important for them to face the battle in the future. Time was equally important, Draco didn't want Harry to rely on the potion to experience the first psychological test of his life, no matter how bad the consequences were this time, it would be a big loss, but the next time it might be a loss.

"Hey! Don't be funny, baby, you didn't just say you were nervous, did you?" Blaise patted Harry on the shoulder carelessly when he stepped over the chair, and then put four fried sausages on his plate—— He's a Chaser, and he's an old man--starting to munch.Are you kidding me, Harry Potter gets nervous?After a few duels with the Dark Lord?

"Harry, you need to eat something." Draco served him a fried egg. "The competition requires physical strength, endurance, and explosive power. You must eat!"

Draco pointed to the main Quidditch players next to him, each of the sausages on Blaise's plate was thickly coated with tomato sauce; Monty, the toast in front of him was full of one, two, three, four ...what the hell, it's a big pile, and there's a double layer of cheese in between; Blake, he's gobbling it up, there's a mountain of food on his plate...

But Harry looked like he was about to throw up at the moment.

While Draco was consoling, he was busy filling Harry's plate, but he saw Harry staring blankly at Gryffindor, and Draco also looked in the same direction, seeing the twin Bludgers Harry is making a 'hitting spike' action.Draco turned his head around, but it was even more unfortunate for Harry to see the huge banners of 'Harry must win' and 'Slytherin must win' made for him by his fellow Slytherins - Draco was very helpless and said Really, he didn't know which was scarier for Harry's current situation.

Harry had been in a daze all morning, and he didn't know what he had eaten. Anyway, by the time he became conscious, he had already put on his jersey and was standing outside the changing room next to the field. The Quidditch field was less than ten steps away.On the court, Lee Jordan yelled loudly through the commentary stick, as if he was talking about some beautiful girl (?) and there were more voices.

Harry, who finally woke up, smelled the atmosphere of the arena, and felt as if he had been punched in the stomach.

Then, he heard a loud voice calling his name - and he nearly vomited the contents of his stomach.

"Okay, gentlemen." Montaigne gritted his teeth, ready to go, like a roaring bear, "We have been training very hard for the past two months!"

"It's true, I've mended my sleeve three times," Blaise muttered.

"We are strong!"

"Our strength is greater than theirs!"

"Our brooms are faster than theirs!"

"We've got the best Seekers we've had in a century!"

"We will win!" After the last sentence, Monty thumped Harry hard, "It's up to you today, my golden baby!"

At this moment, Harry really wanted to turn around and run.

Draco was standing at the end of the corridor, and before Harry could go out, he grabbed Harry, "It's like this the first time, but it's nothing special. I—" Draco hesitated, but he admitted anyway, "Before I participated in the first official competition, I threw up in the bathroom—shh, this is top secret." Draco looked at Harry, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised, "But that time I was on the field Flyed great, better than ever. So...see?"

Draco can now admit without hesitation that his flight was fantastic, better than ever, but he still lost in the end.

Lost to - his deadly enemy, his 'most beloved baby'.

So this is talent.

So this time the academy selected the Quidditch Seeker, Harry deserved it.

Draco saw that Harry's surprised face began to improve little by little, his eyes gradually brightened, and then he seemed to come alive suddenly. He gave himself a strong hug and stepped on his Firebolt, full of confidence flew out.

In all fairness, Ginny Weasley flies well, but her opponent is Harry Potter, regardless of past life, whether Gryffindor or Slytherin, Harry is the best Seeker in 150 years, If Ginny wasn't as good as Draco, she wasn't even as good as Harry.So, Monty was right - we're going to win!

On the field, Lee Jordan was still declaring in his nonsensical way, "Angelina got the Quaffle, what a girl, I've been telling her she won't date me for years - just kidding! She dodges Warrington, she dodges Monty, she - ouch - she gets hit by a Bludger coming from behind..."

"—Warrington of Slytherin got the Quaffle," Lee Jordan yelled over the loudspeaker, "passed to Zabini, Zabini passed Elliott—Fred hit A fine Bludger, no, it was George, well, what the hell, it was one of them anyway—hit! Oh, caught by Monty again—Angelina, my good girl you Can catch him - oh, you can't - Katie Bell, uh, lost it too... now it's Monty who has the Quaffle, and Slytherin captain Monty has the Quaffle and is heading Rush across the field—score! Forty to ten, Slytherin forty to ten—”

"Oh, look! Harry's Firebolt!" Lee Jordan's voice became high-pitched at this moment, "Look at its graceful lines, the streamlined Firebolt has a built-in automatic braking device, and it can accelerate up to At 150 miles per hour, the Firebolt was the first choice for many countries' national teams at last year's World Cup, and the Firebolt's precision-balanced ability over long games—”

McRee heard Professor McGonagall's roar: "Jordan! Firebolt invited you to advertise!"

"Background knowledge, professor, just background knowledge... Oh, did he find the Snitch?" Lee Jordan belatedly roared, causing laughter from the audience, "He found it! He now has five Ten feet high, flying down like an arrow - oh, Ginny's comet speed is nothing compared to - God! Harry, you'll break your neck!"

of course not!

When Harry was less than three feet above the ground, his fingers finally pinched the little golden thing flapping its wings. In the last less than a second, he leveled the broom, slid down from it lightly, and stood on the ground. Steady, while forming a fist with your right hand, raise it high!

Harry felt that at this moment, the whole world was singing for him.

"Harry, my darling, you fly just as well as your father, that's great, perfect!"

The moment Harry caught the Golden Snitch and landed, the first person to rush up was Sirius on the sidelines.

"Sirius... Remus?" Harry struggled to get his head out of Sirius' arms, "how - when did you get here?"

"This is our baby Harry's first match, why don't we come to watch the match?" Remus smiled from the sidelines.

"A guest at Hagrid's place... it's the little viper, he said you'd be nervous if you saw us before the game, hahaha, my baby, how could you be nervous? You fly so well!" Sirius hugged Harry and held him high above his head.

One after another, Slytherin players arrived on broomsticks, condescending, and a dozen people rushed towards Harry like a mountain, but even though he was bitten again this time, Harry was still very happy—yes, he flew very well, Even he himself could admit without blushing that within half an hour of the start of the race, he caught the Snitch, just like in training, light, direct and easy.

Thanks Draco!

How silly of him, since when has Draco been in an official match?He even vomited before the game, such a lie that was obviously used to comfort him, he actually believed it!

(*The exact school motto on the badge is 'Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon', the spelling of 'dragon' and the name 'Draco' are one word.)