gray eye to gray eye

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The next day, school began.

"Bitch! Potter got a Firebolt for Christmas!" Draco said angrily.

Draco had been babbling on and on about it ever since the course ended, when we returned to the common room after dinner.

Between last night and today, Ron Weasley had shown off Potter's gift of a Firebolt as a Christmas gift to everyone he knew.

"Oh!" Pansy exclaimed.

"Calm down! Calm down! Master Malfoy! There are still quite a few ladies here!" Blaise reminded, patting Draco on the shoulder.

At this moment, Pansy was sitting next to Draco and Blaise, across from Draco, and Daphne and her little sister were quietly sitting on the other sofa.

Hearing this, Daphne smiled at Blaise.

"So that's how we talk when there are no ladies?" Pansy demanded sharply.

Blaise blinked his peach blossom eyes, smiled without saying a word.

This topic belongs to the private boys!

Pansy probably also realized this question, and after asking it once, she pursed her lips and moved to the side angrily.

After measuring the length of the homework for the arithmetic and divination class, and carefully spreading the parchment aside to wait for the ink to dry, Crabbe and Goyle immediately moved over with their big heads, and quickly started writing on their own parchment.

"But, it is said that the Firebolt has been dismantled by Professor McGonagall!"

Of course, this is also the news that a certain classmate heard from Ron Weasley. I heard that it was Miss Hermione Granger who informed me, because there was no name on the Christmas gift...

"Did you think the Firebolt could be taken apart so easily! It will return to that Scarhead sooner or later!" Draco said excitedly.

"Think of the Hufflepuff Meteor series! Draco, Nimbus 2001 is good enough, so Firebolt doesn't have any flaws at all?" This time, I really can't understand the child's pain!

Draco glanced thoughtfully, and finally calmed down...

When two or three Slytherin freshmen entered the common room, a big black dog slipped in along the wall, wobbled around the sofas distributed in the lounge, and leaned over.

"Xiao Hei, what are you doing outside in such a cold weather?" Putting down the book in his hand, he helped Xiao Hei pat the dry grass on his forehead.

"Hey - thought you should be a little self-conscious about being a dog, and you can't wait to go on a date with the Gryffindor cat on the first day of school!" Draco sneered.

Xiao Hei yelled at Draco dissatisfied.

"Don't say that, Draco, Xiao Hei just needs a playmate! And it just happens to be a pet of a Gryffindor classmate!" He said soothingly scratching Xiao Hei's chin.

Draco snorted, glanced at Xiao Hei, and casually flipped through the book in front of him.

Usually at times like this, it means that he is thinking about something...

Because there was a Slytherin-Ravenclaw Quidditch match a week after the start of term, Draco spent almost every spare time on his broom this week.

Holding a roll of thick parchment, sitting in the stands wearing a large cloak with a heat preservation spell.

The parchment was delivered by the golden sculpture of Malfoy Manor on the second day of school, and it clearly recorded the family history of each pure-blood family.

"When I was five years old, I already knew this by heart!" At that time, Draco lifted his chin when he unwrapped the package on the dining table and threw this to him.

……

Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were sometimes seen coming to practice, though Gryffindors were out of the question as long as the Slytherins were in the arena.

After looking for the platinum head above the arena, he continued to recite the contents of the parchment in a low voice.

"Okay, excuse me, can you pass that to me?"

A hearty voice sounded above the head.

Closing the parchment, he raised his head.

A tall, dark-haired boy in Hufflepuff robes stood in front of him.

I know this boy, Cedric Diggory, the new Seeker selected by Hufflepuff this year.

"That, we are training with it."

Looking down along his line of sight, a pair of small silver wings kept flapping in the gap under the chair—it was the Golden Snitch—and flew under the chair at some point.

"It's okay!" He bent down and grabbed it, and put it in the hands of this big boy who made people like him at first glance.

"Thank you. My name is Cedric Diggory. I can be called Cedric. I often see him in the stands. Do you also like Quidditch?" Cedric Diggory introduced himself enthusiastically.

"It's Sharon Farmly! No, I'm just waiting for someone!" Saying that, Draco nodded towards Zhengzheng, who was looking this way.

"Draco, where are you looking, if this is a game..."

There was a rough roar from Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, on the field.

Draco made a sharp turn in the air in some embarrassment...

Schadenfreude chuckled a few times.

"Oh, what a lucky boy he is..." continued Cedric Diggory.

"Cedric, what are you doing, haven't you found it yet?"

In the distance, several Hufflepuff players asked loudly.

"They seem to be looking!" reminded.

"Oh, oh, damn it! I'm sorry, let's go first!" Cedric Diggory stepped on the broom, waved the Golden Snitch in the air, kicked his feet on the ground, and flew over there...

When it was completely dark, the Slytherin team training came to an end.

At the exit of the arena, Draco, who was carrying a broom, walked over and gave him a "quick dry" and "clean up".

Draco frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed.

This child has a relatively heavy cleanliness, and it is difficult to bear the muddy water and sweat smell!

"What were you doing in the stands just now?" Draco asked in a long tone.

Raising the parchment in his hand, "Look at this!"

"Oh, idiot, what are you doing with that stupid Hufflepuff prefect!" Draco whispered kindly.

"Honey, the vast majority of people don't think Cedric Diggory is stupid, he even defeated the 'Savior' last term!" emphasized.

Draco's face darkened again.

In second year, Draco still lost to Harry Potter even though he was thrown all over the field by a jinxed Bludger...

"Hufflepuff practiced flying under the chair with the Snitch, he just asked to find it for him!" explained, "Do you still have the energy to pay attention to what's going on in the stands while you're looking for the Snitch, Draco?"

"You know more about how to play Quidditch than you do!" Draco said through his teeth.

Shrugging his shoulders, he quickly walked towards the castle...

A week passed quickly, and this Saturday morning Slytherin played against Ravenclaw.

It was still very cold outside in January, and everyone was crammed into the seats in the stands in very overstuffed clothes...

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