gray eye to gray eye

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Potter turned back angrily and said, "This has nothing to do with you, Malfoy!"

The door to the staff lounge suddenly opened from the inside.

"Potter, okay..." The administrator Filch had an inexplicable and weird smile on his face, "he's still wandering around the castle..."

"It's not curfew yet!" Potter seemed taken aback, and retorted loudly after regaining his composure.

"What are you doing here?" Professor Snape's cold and deep voice came from the room.

He stood not far behind Filch, and glanced at us vigorously.

I immediately felt my whole body tighten!

"Professor, it's Potter, I just saw him standing sneakily at the door!" Draco said hurriedly.

"Potter!" cried Professor Snape, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not sneaking around! I'm just trying to see if I can get my book back!" Potter exclaimed with courage from nowhere.

"Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor!" Professor Snape raised his voice and said, "Also, go back to your dormitory immediately, and you are not allowed to wander around in the castle after dark!"

"Yes, professor, goodbye!"

Draco gloated at the "Savior" boy, pulled me away quickly, and even forgot the original intention of coming to the professor!

"Damn Scarhead!" Draco cursed in the warm common room after recovering.

I squinted at him disdainfully.

"What do you mean, we can't ask the professor if he is injured in front of Scarhead Potter!" Draco yelled, "otherwise he and his followers will arrange the professor behind his back!"

"Oh!" I responded perfunctorily.

Satisfied, Draco continued to chat about Quidditch with Crabbe and Goyle.

Now there are those two tall little boys who are willing to listen to Draco's chatter seriously with a smile on their faces!

The next morning was sunny and cold.

Almost everyone in the restaurant was happily chatting about Quidditch!

To be honest, on such a cold weekend, I prefer to hide in the warm blanket all the time!

When we were in the Muggle world, Emma and I would do this a lot, even preparing small snacks for breakfast in bed the night before.

"Honey, if you don't go, Draco will kill you!" This is what Pansy said when he called me out this morning.

Draco asked us all to arrive early to cheer on the Slytherin team!

But god damn it, the game doesn't start until eleven o'clock!

I hunched my neck and followed Draco towards the stands, missing the communal room with its roaring fire all the more...

In the stepped stands, the last row was raised high into the air, almost all the students from the school came, and there were many professors!

We sat down in the middle front row of seats.

"What's that? They turned over the trash can?" Draco said abruptly, turning around.

We followed Draco's gaze to the Gryffindor stand opposite.

In the highest row there was a dirty old bed sheet held up high, with the words "Potter must win" written on it, and a large Gryffindor lion was drawn underneath, and the paint on the banner Glittering in different colors.

"Potter must win!" Draco said aloud, making a puking face.

"Honey, don't be like this, maybe Potter will be moved to cry!" Pansy looked away and said cheerfully.

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

Oh, just a very common way of cheering up friends!

Well, maybe they're being too defiant, well, that bed sheet is disgusting enough...

The flying professor - Mrs. Hooch was the referee.

She stood in the middle of the field, her broomstick in hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

Suddenly there was a burst of violent cheers on the field.

A team in green and a pair in red flew out from opposite ends of the field.

"Listen, I want everyone to play fairly and honestly!" Mrs. Hooch said as the players gathered around her.

She probably used some kind of magic that could make the voice loud, and her voice spread throughout the audience.

"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks!"

Players on both sides stepped onto the broom.

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

More than a dozen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky, and the competition began!

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a Chaser that girl is, and she's pretty good looking -"

I was ashamed to listen to a dark-skinned student explaining the situation on the court, and from time to time he would be crooked, he is really nonsensical!

"She was flying all the way up there, a beautiful pass to Alicia Spinnett, a talent that Oliver Wood had spotted, who was just a substitute last year - the ball went to Johnson and then - Oops, the Slytherin team took the Quaffle, Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, got the Quaffle and flew away - Flint was flying like an eagle on it - he's going to score - no, Gryffindor's keeper Wood made a beautiful move and broke the ball... The Bludger was pushed aside by Fred or George Weasley, the twins It's hard to tell - the Gryffindor batsman did a great job, Johnson got the Quaffle back, there was no resistance in front of her, she was running - it was like flying - dodging a stray Ball - goalposts ahead...Keeper Blake swoops in - misses - Gryffindor score!"

The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed.

Draco stared at the court tightly, seemingly more nervous than the players on the court.

"Found it, Golden Snitch!" Draco yelled softly, "If I'm at Scarhead's position and can catch it within a minute, we win!"

I looked at Draco who suddenly relaxed in confusion, "You don't care about the game?"

"Oh, I found the Snitch before Scarhead, and the silly baby Potter is still far behind!" Draco said lazily, and began to look for fun around the viewing field.

I tightened the scarf speechlessly and shrank towards Draco.

Draco moved to the side and said slowly, "Sit down!"

I looked suspiciously at the half chair that had been vacated.

A gust of cold wind blew over, and I shivered involuntarily. I didn't care about anything anymore, and sat down on my buttocks.

Two people wrapped in thick thick cloaks squeezed onto a chair!

Draco put his arms around my shoulders, feeling a little relieved.

I took a long breath, shrunk my whole body under Draco, and the cold wind that was blowing my face was immediately reduced a lot.

"You two!" Pansy yelled angrily.

"Dude, that's an exaggeration!" Blaise smiled and moved to my original seat.

"Sharon is not in good health!" Draco raised his eyelids and said unhurriedly.

Daphne covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey, Draco, you missed it..." Blaise howled.

Afterwards, Pan Xi remained silent with a gloomy face...

Potter was high in the air, gliding lightly over the playing field, squinting his eyes to search for the shadow of the Snitch.

"... Chaser Pussy dodged two Bludgers, dodged the Weasley twins and Chaser Bell, and headed to—wait a minute—is that the Snitch?"

The narrator screamed hoarsely...

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☆, vacation