The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

There was also Quidditch training in the afternoon, which was the final preparation before the battle against Slytherin. Harry and the team members repeatedly emphasized the importance, and he also attached great importance to it. He didn't want to be late, so he had to pull himself together and prepare for the training.

Voldemort stopped him and said firmly, "You need to rest."

"I'm fine," Harry said defiantly.

They looked at each other for a while, and Voldemort said, "...the balls are not that important."

"It's not just a few balls!" Harry's anger was suddenly provoked, "This year is my first time as the captain of the Quidditch team, I can't let Gryffindor lose the first game...especially Fight Slytherin!"

Voldemort showed a headache expression, I don't know how many times he was surprised by the influence of Quidditch.

"...who is Captain Slytherin?" he asked.

Harry was about to answer, but then he reacted and stared at him warily: "No matter who it is...you can't interfere with the game."

Voldemort and he looked at each other for a moment, the headache getting worse.

"You're not fit to exercise right now." He tried to persuade.

Harry nodded approvingly, and walked towards the door without hindrance, "But I have to go to the training ground."

Voldemort watched his back silently, but finally couldn't find any reason to convince him.Because when it comes to Quidditch, there's no reason at all.

The weather was fine, and when Harry arrived, most of the players had already gathered on the field, flying up and down eagerly.He counted the number of people, and only Ron didn't come. After asking around, no one knew where he went, so he had to organize everyone to practice first.

The joy of flying relieved the haze in his heart, and Harry gradually recovered from the tearing pain, focusing on chasing the snitch and avoiding the Bludger.

Ron was a little late and arrived too.Lavender clings to him, holding towels and water glasses in the courtside stands, waiting to offer them during his breaks.The team whistled at them, and Ron felt ashamed, jumped on his broom and flew away.

In general, the last practice before the competition went well.The accuracy of the chaser is getting better and better. Although the physique of the hitters is not superior, their skills have improved a lot and their reaction ability has also been greatly improved; the most surprising thing is Ginny, who is a substitute seeker, and Harry was chasing the Snitch at the same time, sometimes spotting the Snitch before him, and even beating Harry to catch it first when he was close.

"If Malfoy is as lucky as I am this time tomorrow, we're in danger, Harry."

Ginny tossed her long red hair and teased him while riding a broom.

Harry smiled, not denying it.

"Not just luck, Ginny, you're amazing."

The advantage of Ginny is that she is accurate, both in her eyes and in her movements, she is extremely precise, and sometimes Harry has to admire her, he sincerely thinks she is very good.

Ginny blinked, and the broom stepped back a few meters, as if shy, reminding Harry of her hiding behind Mrs Weasley as a child.But she flew close to him again, and smiled slyly and confidently: "Then you have to work hard, Harry, and be careful not to be replaced by me."

Harry laughed and gave her a high five.

Being with the players on the court can always make him forget many troubles.

The day before the game, Harry slept very restlessly, and seemed to be haunted by some ominous premonition.When he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he heard Ron in the bed next to him turn over anxiously, and realized that he was not the only one who was anxious about the game.

He stared at the bed curtain above his head, thinking of the Quidditch match for a while, Voldemort's gaze for a while, and Snape's roar for a while.In the end, he had to admit that it wasn't Quidditch that he was really anxious about.

In the Room of Requirement, Voldemort gave him an unhappy look at the end, and Harry knew that he just didn't have the heart to redeem it.But Snape's matter had to be discussed with him, and Harry didn't know what reason to use to get him to agree...that he hadn't even figured out how to deal with it himself.

There should be an opportunity to discuss it with Hermione as soon as possible, but subconsciously he shied away from doing so.

With just a moment's thought, Snape's growls crept up like nightmares, haunting him.

Harry lay in bed, wandering in sleepless nights.It took a long time before I had to face the anxiety deep in my heart.

He suddenly had a strong urge to get out of the bed, and found the silver flip phone that hadn't been used for a long time in the depths of the suitcase at the bottom of the press box.

Blue fluorescent lights lit up in the pitch-black bedroom, two small screens were reflected on Harry's round lens, there were still only three people in the address book, the cursor skillfully selected Tom in the middle, and stayed there for a long time.

Harry buried his face in the quilt until the phone automatically turned off the screen, then raised his head from the deep darkness, turned on the screen again, and selected the text message interface.

The process of selecting recipients is still the same proficiency, but when entering the content editing box, the cursor flickers and stays for a while.

In the end he wrote: [Come and watch my game tomorrow. ]

Then bury the phone back into the depths of the suitcase, as if it would never fall to the same depth again in this life.

The next day was sunny.

Harry grabbed the broom and led the team out. Looking at the Gryffindor flag fluttering in the auditorium, he felt a lot more relaxed.He didn't look for certain figures, because he could tell if he was coming just by looking at his opponent.

The captain of Slytherin was Draco, and they had been at each other's throats for so many years, and it was the first time they had had such a peaceful opening handshake on the Quidditch field.

"Are you nervous, Draco?" Harry asked softly.

Draco raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "It's a commonplace, Harry."

It wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

Harry shrugged his shoulders to conceal his disappointment, and stood in two rows with him.

The game officially begins.

As a Seeker, the beginning was Harry's most leisurely time. While searching for the Snitch around the court, he skillfully dodged the Bludgers, and at the same time unknowingly swept towards the audience frequently.

Even though Draco's reaction told him it wasn't possible, Harry couldn't help but want to see for himself.

The big men of Crabbe and Goyle were particularly conspicuous in the silver-green camp, and Harry glanced at the only familiar Slytherins, but couldn't find any familiar faces anymore.

Not just Voldemort, Snape wasn't there either.Even though he knew that this was Hogwarts, there was still a haze hanging over Harry's heart.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Draco kept chasing after Harry, and found that he was always looking at the Slytherin stands. He couldn't help wondering, "You don't have a crush on some Slytherin girl, do you?"

If it weren't for the word extra girl, he'd even be telling the truth.

But Harry was in no mood to joke with him, and the broom spun and flew away.

Unexpectedly, Draco followed closely after him. No matter how many circles Harry made, he kept chasing him. It seemed that he had made up his mind to keep an eye on him.

Harry originally had great confidence in his team, but for some reason, Ron's state was extremely bad today, and he couldn't keep the goal at all, causing Slytherin to score consecutively."Weasley Our King" was already being sung from the green stands, and Ron, flushed, poked at the goal like an angry turnip.

Harry leaned closer to cheer him up, "It's okay, Ron, cheer up!" But he was already looking for the Snitch with all his strength, and almost got what he wanted, a flash of gold flashed in the corner of his eye.

In an instant, the Firebolt's arrow exploded at full speed, passing a U-shaped trajectory.Draco, who was following behind, was still laughing at Ron one second, and watched Harry disappear before his eyes the next second.He was stunned for a moment, and immediately urged his Firebolt to pursue, but it was too late, because Ron's angry fist hit the bridge of his nose, and the huge momentum knocked him off the broom.

Just as the narrator uttered an excited cry, he was frightened by the sudden change of the situation and stopped abruptly.

There were exclamations mixed with screams from the Slytherin stands, and the Gryffindor stands had just set off a burst of cheers, which changed into a panicked and rapid silence.

Professor McGonagall rushed to the edge of the high platform at the first time, and fired a cushioning spell in the air, but only managed to hit the corner of Draco's robe, and the blonde Slytherin fell hard into the grass, screaming in pain.

"Stop!" Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously to the referee, "The game is stopped!"

"Don't worry." A calm voice sounded behind her, "The game is over soon, isn't it, Mag."

The voice made her hair stand on end, and Professor McGonagall turned around in shock, and saw a tall, thin figure covered by a Gryffindor cloak leaning against the railing.

Although the hood covered half of his face, the graceful nose bridge and jaw were impressive, and there was no doubt that it was Voldemort.

"You..." Professor McGonagall was somewhat overwhelmed by this scene, and for a moment forgot what he wanted to criticize.

Voldemort wearing a Gryffindor cloak...is she dreaming?

As if to see through her trembling heart, Voldemort slanted the corner of his mouth indifferently, and said casually: "Once born, second time familiar."

Professor McGonagall was still speechless, but she finally remembered that the game must be stopped, and turned her head to signal the referee.

Voldemort frowned in displeasure, the wand had already appeared between his fingers, his gaze swept to Harry who stretched out his arms in mid-air, and stretched them out again.

The referee calls the game over.

"What?" "How come..." "Slytherin scored more points than us!" "Did Malfoy do it on purpose?" "Evil Slytherin...ugh!"

A little fat Gryffindor who habitually scolded Slytherin was halfway through his speech, and suddenly covered his throat, as if he had been silenced.

Voldemort walked down the high platform slowly, his wand transformed the Gryffindor cloak into the color of Slytherin, and walked towards Draco who was tumbling in the center of the arena along with the swarming Slytherin students.

I wanted to do this last time... he thought absently, his eyes swept over Harry who was the last one to land.With his hands clenched into fists, he was walking towards the referee who was counting the scores. At least half of the people were paying attention there.

Victory and defeat.