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"I've known for a long time that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old madman." Not far away, Ron said to Harry and Hermione, "but I didn't know that he came up with this set of pure-blood nonsense, even if self-sufficient I don’t want money, and I won’t go into his house either. To be honest, if the Sorting Hat had put me in Slytherin, I would have taken the train home without saying a word…”

"Ron, Salazar Slytherin is one of the founders of Hogwarts. We must respect him. Malfoy has already explained that the persecution of wizards by ordinary people was very serious at that time!" Hermione pointed out sternly .

"Ha, even if I give you money, you don't go into Slytherin, as if you can, Red Mole!" Daphne sarcastically loudly, unexpectedly, "How dare you say that about Slytherin students? Great founders, students like this should be fired!"

Daphne's shrill voice echoed in the corridor.

Many students who were crowded in the corridor were attracted by the little girl's voice and looked over.

The Slytherin students mixed in all stared at Ron Weasley with unkind faces.

"Weasley, you'd better learn to be responsible for your words and deeds." Draco said in a long tone.

Ron Weasley's face was swollen to the same color as his hair, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

"Salazar Slytherin's..."

He was excited to argue about something.

"Ron, stop talking, let's go!" Potter and Granger took Weasley's arm and quickly left the corridor.

When they reached the restaurant, the corners of Daphne's mouth were still trembling slightly, as soon as Weasley on the Gryffindor long table made a slightly louder noise, she would immediately look over angrily.

Daphne is the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family. She has always been a quiet and steady girl, and it is rare to see her have such big mood swings.

"Okay, Daphne, he'll be taught a lesson!" Pansy patted Daphne on the back lightly.

Daphne took a few heavy breaths, sat down and began to eat, but only drank some sweet soup and put away the tableware, quietly waiting for Draco to finish eating...

Ron Weasley felt that he had been unlucky recently. First, when he went to the auditorium for dinner, he stepped on a dung egg, and his mouth was full of chicken feces that came out of nowhere. As a result, his disgusting day did not go well. During the meal, there were obviously many students passing through the corridor... Then, in herbal medicine class, Mrs. Sprout asked everyone to apply some special fertilizers to the newly cultivated mandrakes. It was loaded into a wooden bucket of fertilizer, and even Harry didn't want to go near him for several days... Then, while drinking pumpkin juice at dinner, he suddenly started belching, and it took more than half an hour to stop, and then a whole week , No matter what I drink, I will burp for more than half an hour. When I eat, I have to put the soup at the end, otherwise I may not be able to eat at all...

"How about we make a bet? How long will Weasley's bad luck last?" Draco suggested in the common room with great interest.

"Two months!"

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, and they immediately agreed foolishly.

"Half a year!" Blaise joined in with a smile.

"Secondary." Pansy said casually, drying the freshly painted nails.

"One year!" Daphne squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.

"Oh, Daphne, you are so ruthless!" I sighed in surprise.

That means Daphne is going to stare at Ron Weasley for a whole year...

Students haven't talked much about the Chamber of Secrets recently, because Hogwarts' biggest event of the year—the Quidditch season—is here.

This Saturday is Slytherin vs Gryffindor.

"Draco, I'm not trying to hit you or anything else, your strength may not be worse than Potter, but you must remember that sometimes luck is also part of the game..." I was a little nervous to the leisurely Draco, who was drinking milk, reminded.

After all, after watching Draco's hard training for half a semester, I feel somewhat unbearable!

After being stopped by Professor McGonagall, the school has never responded to the way of the practice match, and then had to give up...

"Luck! Chi!" Draco swallowed the last sip of milk slowly, and chuckled disdainfully.

"Come on, Draco, Potter was lucky in first year, wasn't he? When the broom lost control, the Snitch flew into his mouth!" I said emphatically.

Draco wiped the corner of his mouth, and left the long table with a blank expression...

As eleven o'clock approached, the whole of Hogwarts was noisy, and the teachers and students of the whole school began to head to the Quidditch stadium.

It was an unlucky day, a hot and humid day with a faint thunder in the sky.

After I wished Draco good luck outside the locker room with Pansy and the others, I hurried to the stands.

Crabbe and Goyle, two big, chubby boys, had already helped take seats in the front rows.

When the two teams came out, there was a burst of warm cheers from the stands.

Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch referee, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands.

Both captains stared at each other menacingly and clutched each other's hands unnecessarily tightly, as if trying to injure each other before the game!

"Listen to my whistle," cried Mrs Hooch, "three-two-one-"

There was a lot of noise in the crowd.

"Draco, come on! Draco..." Pansy screamed in spite of her ladylike demeanor.

Fourteen players leaped into the leaden sky together.

Potter started flying higher than the rest of the team, squinting and looking around, looking for the Snitch.

Draco flitted defiantly just a little below Potter without showing any sign of weakness.

His broom was obviously faster than Potter's!

There were exclamations from the stands as a Bludger flew towards their Seeker, Porter.

Potter barely escaped in a very dangerous way.

The Bludger almost flew into the distance against his scalp.

The Weasley twins flew up to Potter, holding their bats aloft at his side.

"Yeah, Draco!" Pansy yelled, leaning forward.

On the field, one of the twins slammed the black Bludger that flew past Potter's head hard at Draco.

I stare nervously at the Bludger.

Like a boomerang, the Bludger spun around again and took Potter's head.

"It deserves it!" Pansy gloated and booed.

I breathed a sigh of relief and never dared to take my eyes off the field again.

Not long after the game started, it started to rain.

"Damn it, the weather!" Pansy complained, holding her hands above her head.

Blaise took out two small flower umbrellas like a magic trick, "Ladies, please use them!"

In the Quidditch field, students are not allowed to use magic.

Daphne and I shared one, and Blaise held the umbrella for Pansy.

There was a blur on the field, and I could only listen to the Gryffindor commentator talking about the situation on the field: "The Slytherin team leads, sixty to zero."

Something happened on the field, the captain of the Gryffindor team called a timeout...

When Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded again.

Wearing a bright red Gryffindor robe, Potter danced in the air, turning corners, twirling, turning sharply down, circling upwards, circling eastward and westward, taking a zigzag route...almost The whole audience was attracted by him and went hungry, bursting into laughter.

"That Bludger is really great!" Pansy said with a smile, looking hard at the field.

On the court, in order to avoid another fierce attack from the Bludger, Porter made a thrilling maneuver of hanging upside down.

"No, my dear, there must be something wrong with the Bludger. There is usually no Bludger with a specific target in Quidditch." Blaise explained, shaking the water droplets on the ends of his hair.

In the air, Draco seemed to say something out loud to Potter.

Potter paused in midair for a brief moment as the Bludger slammed into his elbow so hard that Potter slid sideways on the broom and had to hook the knee of one leg around the broom.

The Bludger made a sharp turn and came at him a second time, and Potter slammed into Draco...

"Oh, what is he going to do?"

Many people in the stands screamed.

"Draco, it's the Snitch!" I yelled, standing up suddenly, with the umbrella overturned beside me.

It was too late, Draco thought Potter was going to hit him, and hastily dodged.

Potter stretched out his uninjured hand and grabbed it fiercely, then lost his balance and fell straight to the ground!

There was a burst of exclamation from the stands.

Draco lost his first match!

"What were you doing during the match, Draco! Be attracted by Potter's performance instead of taking the opportunity to hunt for the Snitch! Challenge your opponent and miss your best chance of catching the Snitch! It just stops right next to your ear" Five inches! And you, what are you doing..."

In the locker room, captain Marcus Flint was summing up the game.

His snarling at Draco could be heard even outside.

"...We lost this match, and it's all your fault, Draco! If you can't next time..."

"Oh, how could he say that!" Pansy said indignantly.

We're waiting for Draco outside the changing room.

"Honey, the Seeker in Quidditch is the key to the outcome of the game!" Blaise still squinted his peach eyes.

"Draco's performance today is indeed not good enough!" I said helplessly spreading my hands...

After a while, Draco came out from inside.

His chin, which was always raised slightly, dropped back. He ignored Pan Xi's warm greeting, and walked towards the common room expressionlessly...

Draco has been surrounded by a low air pressure for several days, and even hearing that Potter's entire arm was removed by Professor Lockhart did not make the situation any better!

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