gray eye to gray eye

……

He rolled a few times in the air, and first made a few basic dodge moves.

I nodded, kicked open the box containing the ball, and let the Snitch out first.

"Be careful!"

He untied the belt that held the Bludgers, and let the two Bludgers rush out.

The corner of Draco's mouth curled up, and he flexibly avoided a Bludger that was coming towards him, hovering in the sky looking for the Golden Snitch, and made a thrilling maneuver of diving or making a sharp turn from time to time...

"What about you? Can dressing up beautifully cover up the ugliness inside?"

Hermione Granger's voice was almost shrill like her own.

"Oh, people who can't even comb their hair neatly have the nerve to talk about beauty..."

Little Pansy girl completely forgot about the lady rules!

……

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter next to each other were stunned as they watched the two little girls scold each other with unexpected vitriol!

"Draco really likes Quidditch, Miss Granger, he will find time to fly once a day, and he was selected by the academy team to join the team!" I turned around and clarified to Hermione Granger seriously .

Draco did deserve a beating just now, but, Hermione Granger's insult!

Granger's nostrils were obviously inflamed, "Hmph, why did he act self-righteous all day long!"

"'Self-righteous'! Who can compare to Miss 'Know It All' from Gryffindor!" Pansy taunted loudly.

……

Later, Pansy's harsh words had brought tears to Miss Granger's round eyes.

Of course, Pan Xi was also flushed with anger, and trembling all over!

I took a step back with a headache, not planning to continue participating in this war of words, forgetting that girls in anger are irrational!

"Oh, Hermione, that's enough, that's enough..." Potter came back to his senses, pulling Hermione Granger's arm to persuade him.

Even Ron Weasley calmed down and stepped forward to help pull Granger back.

"Pansy, let's go back to the stands to watch Draco's training, shall we?" Daphne said gently.

"Oh shit, Draco!" Pansy screamed, looking up as he ran towards the stands.

Blaise just got out, and happily followed, "Let's go, baby Sharon!"

After catching the golden snitch, Draco drew a gorgeous "S" in the air before falling to the ground, and triumphantly made a victory gesture to Potter and the others.

"Malfoy, look at what you've done!" Weasley was furious when he saw Draco's application.

He angrily pulled out his wand with the core exposed, pointed at Draco's face, and practiced a complex spell that he had never heard of before everyone could react.

"Draco!" I screamed, turned over the stairs of the stand without thinking, and ran over there...

A huge explosion resounded through the stadium, and a green light shot out from the back of Weasley's wand, hitting himself in the stomach, knocking him staggering and falling to the ground.

"Draco, are you alright? Did you get hit..."

Only then did Draco come to his senses, a little blush appeared on his face, and he didn't know whether it was anger or embarrassment.

"Oh, it's okay, I wasn't hit, Sharon, you can let go!"

"Weasley, this is Gryffindor style, sneak attack!" Not far away, Pansy screamed as he ran over.

Everyone turned their attention to Ron Weasley.

"Ron! Ron! Are you okay?" Hermione Granger asked in panic.

Oh, he was the one who got hit!

Weasley opened his mouth as if to answer, but instead of uttering a word, he hiccupped, and a few slugs fell from his mouth onto his lap.

Uh, disgusting, it's a slug!

The Slytherins all laughed.

"Haha..." Draco only took a look, took a step back in disgust, and then laughed out loud with his broom.

The Gryffindor team gathered around Weasley, as if to express concern, but he kept spitting out big shiny slugs, and no one wanted to touch him...

Potter and Hermione exchanged glances, and together they grabbed Weasley's arm and helped him toward Hagrid's cabin.

The members of the Gryffindor team looked at each other, and finally gave the Slytherin players a vicious look, and left with their brooms.

The Slytherin players laughed for a long time before they started discussing the practice out of breath...

It seems that it is still necessary to come out to watch Draco Quidditch practice in the future. This is really a dangerous activity!

On the other side, Harry and Hermione helped Ron to Hagrid's cabin, heard Hagrid complain about Lockhart, and asserted that Ron's symptoms could only wait for him to stop.

"Hagrid, what do you want?" Hermione keenly noticed that Hagrid had been hesitant to speak since just now.

Both Harry and Ron looked over.

"Oh, oh, it's like this..." Hagrid moved his feet uncomfortably, "Noble..."

"Hagrid, think about Malfoy asking Norbert...uh..." Ron yelled in shock, hiccupping and vomiting a shiny slug.

Harry put down the rock cake in his hand, and moved it back a little.

"I overheard Malfoy and Farmily saying they went to see Norbert over the summer..." Hagrid explained.

"Impossible, that white-haired stinky fox will never tell us..." Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh, I think Miss Farmly is not bad, maybe you can ask her!" Hagrid said lightly.

"Hagrid, why don't you ask yourself?" Hermione asked sharply.

Hermione hasn't calmed down from the quarrel just now!

Harry moved towards Ron without a trace again, it's better to stay away from the angry girl...

"Oh, because Malfoy is always with her!" replied Hagrid, thumping the table.

The large teapots on the table jumped.

"I refuse!" Hermione said angrily.

"Okay, okay, Hermione! Hagrid, I see, I'll try it out when I get a chance!" Seeing that the situation was not going well, Harry stood up and said, "Ron, I think we'd better go to the medical wing to find someone else." It would be better for Madam Pomfrey to check for you..."

Because of things on the Quidditch pitch, Draco's good mood was almost constant, even though he'd practiced more than he'd expected since joining the Quidditch House team.

After a few weeks, Pansy was less motivated to see Draco practice, as they practiced several times a week.

I sat in the shadow of the arena with a spellbook in my hand, doing my exercises and looking up at the sky here and there.

Draco hovered in the air, and from the corner of his eye, he could always see a quiet figure...

"Draco, that's it for today, come down!" Flint called down to the ground.

Draco responded, and finally did a somersault in the air before slowly falling back to the ground...

"Go back, idiot!"

When the light dimmed in front of his eyes, Draco carried the broom and stood in front of him with his whole body full of heat.

"Oh, practice is over!" I packed up my things and stood up.

It seemed that the training was intense, and even though it was the end of September, there were still tiny beads of sweat on Draco's forehead.

"How do you feel? Has the new broom got used to it?"

"Okay!" Draco replied lazily.

"I said you have been training like this?" I asked curiously.

Since Draco joined the academy team, he has trained more than ten times, and the seven regular players and five alternates of Slytherin have been practicing separately!

"Huh?" Draco turned his head, "What's your problem" written on his face.

"So how do you know the strength of your team? Why don't you practice with Hufflepuff or other students' players, and have a, um, practice match or something!"

"Hufflepuff!" Draco chuckled.

"Oh, don't look down on people, it's not a good habit! And Ravenclaw or Gryffindor! You lost to Gryffindor last year..."

"Well, maybe you're right, it's a bit boring to practice like this..."

"I knew you were never willing to take other people's opinions seriously!"

I shoved Draco, son of a bitch!

"Oh, you savage idiot!" Draco stumbled.

"Hey, isn't it? What's wrong with you?" I hurriedly supported Draco.

"If you fly for a long time, you may not even be able to stand still!"

Understood, sat on a stick for half a day...

However, this training method may be really unscientific!

October came, and the damp cold permeated the castle, and the flu came from nowhere, and many of the senior Slytherins were caught.

As soon as I coughed twice, I was forced by Draco to drink a cup of refreshing potion in the medical wing. The potion formulated by Professor Snape has an immediate effect, but the people who drink this potion have ears and ears for several hours. There will be smoke in it, and it looks pretty ridiculous.

Therefore, when Miss Pansy caught a cold unfortunately, she refused to go to the medical wing for life and death, and would rather spend a lot of money to mail order another cold medicine.

On this day, after dinner, Draco took me to the "Room of Requirement" on the eighth floor.

After walking back and forth three times, Draco turned the doorknob.

It actually looks like a bedroom inside, with a gorgeous big bed placed in the middle of the room, and there are small cabinets on the left and right sides of the bed, on which steaming tea and snacks are placed.

"Oh, this is a bit unexpected, you plan to spend the night here!" I jumped on the soft and comfortable big bed first, and bounced.

"Just want to be comfortable!" Draco also leaned against the head of the bed, "Ginny Weasley!"

I looked over suspiciously.

"Oh, Merlin! I knew it!" Draco looked helpless, "Leihen Bookstore!"

Well, once school started, I completely forgot about it!

"There's something wrong with that little red mole!"

"What's wrong with her?" I picked up a piece of snack and asked vaguely as I ate it.

"I'm not sure yet. Let's wait until the cold is over. Let's not talk about this. I called you here today because I want to tell you another thing."

Draco cast a few warning spells cautiously, then took out another interspatial bag from the dragon's belt, cast a long series of complicated spells before opening it, and took out a large roll of parchment.

The process of that thing being taken out aroused my great curiosity, and I looked over it.

"This is a copy of the blood clan's spell that my father brought back from Rome. I have already obtained my father's consent. As long as you have learned Occlumency, you can study it together." Draco explained.

I nodded, feeling a little moved in my heart.

After staying in the magic world for two years, I have experienced how conservative the people here are in the inheritance of knowledge. Many magics are only known to one or two noble families, although the Ministry of Magic has taken many measures to collect them over the years. Try to use as much magic as possible, but unfortunately it has little effect!

What's more, the magic of different races has almost no communication in the history of the magic world!

During the summer vacation, Lucius stayed in Rome to deal with the incident. He must have promised the vampires great benefits to get such a spell...

"...So, you must learn Occlumency as soon as possible!" Draco raised his voice suddenly, "Hey, are you listening!"

"Oh, Draco, of course, I'm going to learn Occlumency soon..."

"Don't talk big, idiot! Me, Blaise, Pansy...we've been learning that since we were kids..." Draco said angrily.

"Uh, uh, do your best!"

"Don't be crazy!"

……

I'd been looking forward to that Occlumency for the next few days, until Draco finally got around to it.

Then he led me towards the cellar office.

"Draco, don't you want to go to the Room of Requirement?"

"That's what I planned, but my father said that you are not allowed to practice without the supervision of the professor!"

"A professor who has to take potions classes for seven years old and also replenishes potions for the medical wing takes time to watch two self-righteous brats practice dangerous advanced magic. Do you still have any dissatisfaction?"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Professor Snape was not in the office, and walked behind us at some point.

"No, professor!"

Draco and I yelled in unison.

"Come in!"

Professor Snape waved his wand at the statue of Medusa on the doorknob of the cellar office door, and the office door swung open.

Professor Snape specially cleaned up an open space in a corner of the office, and carefully cast protective spells around it.

Draco has already explained to me the theoretical knowledge of Occlumency in detail, and several related books in the library are also lying on the bedside table in my bedroom, but the content mentioned above is really limited...

Professor Snape was obviously correcting the thesis by the side, but he felt a huge coercion.

Well, Professor Snape's existence is pressure!

"Legiliency!" Draco winked at me, pulled out his wand, and shouted clearly.

Malfoy Manor, the roof of the rented house in Barrow, the small two-story building of old Mrs. Jimmy... time goes backwards quickly... going forward, no, he can't let him discover that secret...

I leaned against the wall and panted heavily.

"Draco, be more focused on your Legilimency and attack what you most want to know! Miss Farmily, don't use your brain like a teapot without a lid, waiting to defend when you don't want others to know. Try to empty your mind. brain!"

The professor reminded without raising his head.

"Yes, Professor!"

……

Half an hour before curfew, Professor Snape kicked us out without even listening to our thanks and goodbyes!

Draco practiced Occlumency with me one night a week, plus Quidditch training, which made his pale face even thinner.

"Oliver Wood agreed, we will practice with Gryffindor this Friday afternoon!" Marcus Flint, a tall man, rushed into the common room and announced loudly.

"Gryffindor!"

Many students in the common room frowned.

"It's a practice match!" Dracola explained with a long tone, "Look at our recent practice results!"

Gryffindor's practice is also quite intense. Even though the weather has been rainy recently, Gryffindor players in scarlet robes are often seen returning to the castle from outside with brooms covered in mud and water.

Last year, they were able to win, perhaps it was not entirely luck!

Flint's appointment with Gryffindor was in mid-October.

Fortunately, there was a sunny afternoon that day.

Even for practice, everyone was very excited. Almost all the Slytherins who had no class came to the stands of the arena...

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The author has something to say: Ah, after counting the number of words, there is still more than 1000 short, so there is no separate chapter, and I will post it directly after this chapter!I've been staying up all night lately, so I won't rush today!Continue to update tomorrow!

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