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"We have to preserve our strength, you know? It's impossible to count on Ravenclaw nerds to deal with Gryffindor..."

In the Slytherin team changing room, Marcus Flint said as low as possible.

Draco stood aside impatiently with his arms folded, watching a few people huddled together and nodding their heads.

"Draco, remember?" Marcus Flint asked deliberately.

Draco snorted, as an answer.

"Okay, let's go!" Marcus Flint shouted imposingly, picking up the broom...

When the two teams entered the arena, cheers erupted from the stands.

Pansy screamed in spite of her ladylike, "Ah - Draco! Draco..."

Smiling, he patted Crabbe's thick shoulder.

"Oh, oh—"

Amidst the cheers, Crabbe took a lot of effort to understand the meaning, got up and changed positions, and Pansy's high decibel was immediately blocked a lot...

In mid-air, the game has already begun.

Draco was hovering high in the air, searching around.

However, for some reason, from his figure, it is easy to see a bit of indifference...

Pansy screamed with excitement whenever Draco made a sharp turn or flew too fast.

"God, what happened to Pansy today?" she asked, rubbing her ears.

"Honey, you'll understand when you grow up a little more!" Blaise said with a half-smile.

Soon there were deafening cheers again, and it was Slytherin who scored a goal...

I had to give up on continuing to discuss Pansy's anomalies with Blaise in this noisy environment.

The match lasted about half an hour, and Slytherin won in the end. Except for the extra points for catching the Golden Snitch at the end, the score was very close.

Everyone knows this, what the hell are the Slytherins doing...

"Nice job, Draco!" Marcus Flint said happily, patting Draco on the shoulder.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, he nodded to the other team members, and walked out of the changing room with a broom in his hand...

There wasn't even a small celebration in the common room for the easy win, and the Slytherins went back to normal school life immediately after the match.

On the contrary, the Gryffindor team members were very excited...

Because, now as long as they also beat Ravenclaw, they can compete with Slightly for the Quidditch Cup.

Draco didn't expect much, and Professor McGonagall quickly returned the Firebolt to Harry Potter.

However, the conflict caused by the Gryffindor Triangle because of the broom has not been resolved at all, and Hermione Granger is still hurrying back and forth in the castle alone with a huge schoolbag on her back.

Ron Weasley would glare at Hermione whenever he passed her in the hallway, and make a point of mentioning his mouse...

Uncharacteristically, Draco did not attack the "savior" again on this matter!

"Need help, Draco?"

In the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, nudged Draco's elbow and asked.

Recently, Draco has obviously been busy with something!

In the past few years since I entered Hogwarts, no matter how many things I have, I always spend one or two nights a week alone in the Room of Requirement.

Draco gave a "tsk" impatiently, "It's nothing to do, it will be resolved!"

"Oh!" Doubt glanced at his golden head.

"What does that look mean!" Draco said with raised eyebrows.

"Honey, I've made it clear, I'm not an idiot!" Emphasized.

Draco snapped his fingers, and a pot of steaming milk tea and two plates of delicate snacks automatically appeared on the small round table.

"Wow, yellow peach cream sandwich biscuits, my favourite!" exclaimed Gao Xing, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, "Well - no matter what, simple things can always help!"

"Oh, idiot, talk after eating!" Draco knocked on the table hard.

This look is exactly the same as when Lucius reminded Draco, including tapping on the table or the arm of the chair...

Swallow the food in the mouth forcefully.

"I remember eating a serving of noodles for dinner, two cakes and two patches, and some snacks!" Draco reminded, "Is the stomach connected to the black lake outside!"

"Okay, Draco, don't change the subject!" said a little anxiously.

Draco watched for a moment.

Under his gaze, a little embarrassed put the remaining biscuits on the edge of the plate.

"Oh, well, if you insist!" Draco said slowly.

Staring expectantly at Draco's beautiful pastel lips.

"Gryffindor - mouse -" Draco stammered.

The biggest conflict among the Gryffindor trio recently is Ron Weasley's bald-spotted mouse. Weasley accused Hermione Granger and her cat almost indiscriminately!

"Then, Master Malfoy will be merciful and help Weasley find his beloved pet, or help Granger clear his innocence!" imitating Draco's tone.

"Oh, the brain is Figgbear's brain!" Draco sneered, "To help, anyway, we must find that damn mouse now, not to give back to that idiot Weasley of course!"

Fig bear is a huge animal with low IQ.

"Well, it would be even better if you could say more in detail!" Happily agreed, and then winked at Draco, expressing that he would not forget about it.

"Wait for a little longer!" Draco seemed to heave a sigh of relief, the expression on his face relaxed a lot, and he began to enjoy supper slowly...

Now that he accepted Draco's instructions, he started searching around the school when he had time.

Draco's dorm.

"...Then, Xiao Hei, I think we must suspend our date with Gryffindor cat lover, for the safety of Sharon!" Draco said seriously, and deliberately paused on Xiao Hei.

The big black dog barked twice in dissatisfaction.

"That's it, it's late—" Draco yawned, "Oh, by the way, it's best to remind you that we probably think of Sharon a little too badly! As she herself said, although she A little dumbfounded, but not a fool!"

The big black dog stared at a smile on the corner of Draco's mouth, and barked angrily for some reason.

"Hey, shut up..." Draco angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it over...

So, for the past few days, Xiao Hei has been wandering around the castle with him.

Trotted out from a dusty corridor, ignoring the big black dog's head full of cobwebs and dust, he rubbed its head vigorously, "Huh, fortunately there is!"

Xiao Hei wagged his tail triumphantly.

"Oh, it's unimaginable that Hogwarts still exists in such a dirty place!" He glanced at the dark corridor behind him with lingering fear.

The house-elves clean almost everywhere they look!

No one has set foot in this corridor for many years. It is full of thick dust and various small bones. It is clearly sunny outside, but it seems that no light can penetrate it. One or two strange noises...

Xiao Hei yelled "Wow Wang" a few times, and shook his big fluffy tail.

"Okay, this place has been set up, we'll come here today, let's go back and take a fragrant hot bath..." Whispering his little black head, he walked towards the Slytherin cellar...

The mouse-catching prop is to order a mousetrap in the Muggle world, and then transform it with magic with Hermione, which can trap the mouse without harming it.

Xiao Hei accompanied Xiao Hei to search in the castle on the second day, Hermione's big cat with bow legs, flat face, and bad temper found it, and automatically followed Xiao Hei around every hidden corner of the castle, and was very smart to help them prevent it Filch and his cat.

Hermione Granger is really a very clever little witch. After she knew the target, she found a few spells from the library, combined them very cleverly, and modified more than 100 mousetraps.

However, the little girl's complexion is very bad, and her mood is very unstable. Maybe too much class and misunderstanding between friends gave the little girl too much pressure...

"Thank you so much, Hermione, can you call it that way?" Holding the first successfully modified mousetrap, excitedly gave the little girl a big hug.

"Of course, of course, although I don't know - but, this is also helping, Miss Farmily, can I be called Sharon?" Hermione blinked her slightly red eyes and said.

They transformed a cup into a mouse and repeatedly tested the effect of the modified mousetrap, and the results were quite satisfactory. As long as the mouse approached the mousetrap with a diameter of about one meter, the mousetrap would respond , automatically detects a confinement magic... The disadvantage is that after catching a mouse, you have to wait for them to take it out of the confinement magic, so that the mousetrap can continue to work...

It was pretty deserted in the Slytherin underground common room.

After the Shimen slid open, the first thing I saw was Draco sitting on the sofa facing Shimen, holding a thick book.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

"Stop giggling, idiot! Do you know what time it is?" Draco put down his book and said in a drawn-out tone, "Are you going to guard the common room instead of the stone wall!"

Xiao Hei rubbed his legs and jumped in first.

"Hi, Miss Sharon, good evening!" Evan Gudolph who was sitting on the other side waved his hand.

"Good evening, Gudolf!" Gudolf gave a big smile and walked towards Draco.

"Remind me, idiot—" Draco said sullenly.

"Oh, remember, there's still half an hour before the curfew!" He patted the dust off his body and squeezed down beside Draco.

"Oh, Merlin!" Draco waited a hard look, then moved to the side.

Find out the map of the castle, and show only Draco where the traps have been placed, "So how is the situation going?"

"That rat—" Draco hesitated, not going on to reveal the fact that it might not have fallen for that simple trap after all.

What puzzled Draco was that the big dog who accompanied Sharon clearly knew the truth but had the same fighting spirit, and seemed very confident in that little Muggle thing!

Alas, how could the young master Malfoy, who was born in a Slytherin family, understand Gryffindor's rough nerves!

"Hmm—" I copied a copy of the marked map to Draco, and looked at it.

"Oh, it's late, the map will be taken back to the dormitory..." Draco put away the book and the map, and raised his chin slightly.

He nodded indifferently. Over the past few years, he has gotten used to Draco and Emma being mysterious. Speaking of the current situation, they cannot be completely blamed...

"Blackie!" Draco yelled standing on the stairs.

Xiao Hei reluctantly rubbed his knees, yelled twice before jumping up the stairs...

A week later, the inconspicuous corners of the castle were basically equipped with mousetraps, and Hogwarts also ushered in the second Quidditch match of the semester - Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw!

Early this morning, a Gryffindor classmate appeared at the dining table carrying a Harry Potter Firebolt in a high-profile manner.

There was an exclamation in the auditorium.

The Gryffindor players looked proud.

Draco stared at the Firebolt in astonishment.

Seeing this, he silently calculated his own private room in his heart, wondering if he should buy a newest broom as a gift for Draco this Christmas...

Ron Weasley was all smiles, smugly huddled closest to the Firebolt.

"Sure enough for that broom, Potter"

A familiar, indifferent, drawn out voice sounded.

Sighing, he put down the milk glass, but he didn't pay attention for a while, I really don't know how Draco "drifted" from the Slytherin table to the Gryffindor table.

Draco moved closer to the Firebolt again, with Crabbe and Goyle following him with their bellies out.

"Yes, probably!" Harry Potter said casually.

Oh, in fact, if Ron Weasley hadn't been impulsive to help, Draco might not necessarily have the upper hand over Harry in terms of verbal arguments.

After all, he was an heir to the nobility taught by rules and etiquette since childhood.

"Silly Baby Potter" was learned from Peeves, and the word "Mudblood" probably came from eavesdropping on the adults. Only "Scarhead" was something that Draco had to think about for half a month. come out……

"Lots of character, the broom!" said Draco with a smirk, "too bad it didn't carry a parachute - just in case it got too close to the Dementors!"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed along with the "quack."

"It's a pity not to have another arm, Malfoy," said Harry Potter sharply, "otherwise it would have caught the Snitch!"

The Gryffindor team laughed loudly.

Draco's gray eyes narrowed dangerously, but he walked away slowly without saying a word...

In the second year, during the Quidditch match, Draco lost to Harry Potter because of carelessness, which has always been a headache for Draco!

Draco returned to the Slytherin table with a blank expression, and the Slytherin team members immediately came over.

"Draco, are you sure it's a real Firebolt?" Marcus Flint asked in a low voice.

Draco nodded tightly.

Several team members immediately made a nervous discussion.

Draco frowned, got up and left.

Crabbe and Goyle were each grabbing a piece of cake and shoving it into their mouths, and hurriedly stood up.

"Go and have a look, the two of us continue to have breakfast!" Wiping his mouth, he said.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, laughed happily, and nodded.

Pushing the chair back under the long table, he quickly chased after him.

Pansy also put down her knife and fork and chased after her...

At 10:30, there were more people outside the castle.

Everyone walked towards the Quidditch field in small groups.

Before the opening, Draco packed his things and walked towards the stands in a leisurely manner.

Blaise got along with a few Ravenclaw girls early on, and sat in the Ravenclaw stands.

After the last Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game, Pansy started to feel a little sleepy after receiving a letter from home. He refused to answer after asking, so we had no choice but to give up and didn't come to the game at all today.

Daphne took her little sister and sat down not far away.

Soon, there was thunderous applause from the stands.

Two teams, one red and one blue, entered the field.

"Get on the broom and listen to the whistle, three-two-one-" cried Mrs Hooch.

The two teams soared straight into the sky.

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