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"...the exciting thing about this game is that Gryffindor team Harry Potter rides the Firebolt. According to the book "Classified Broomsticks", the Firebolt will be the first choice for the national team to participate in this year's World Cup..."

Draco's face became more and more gloomy as the narrator praised the Firebolt in a horse-drawn manner.

"Honey, it's time to pay attention to the actual performance of the Firebolt—" he had to remind Draco by poking his arm.

"Ow, stop it, idiot!" Draco yelled, clutching his arm, and gave him a hard look, focusing on Potter moving quickly high in the air.

Ravenclaw Seeker - Qiu.Zhang is a beautiful mixed-race girl. She has a very familiar oriental face. She is particularly petite and soft among most British girls with deep facial features. She received a lot of roses on Valentine's Day...but she is also obviously a A very good Seeker with a nice handle on the broom, even with the old Comet series against the Firebolt.

Autumn.Zhang rode a Comet series broom in hot pursuit of Potter, passing in front of him repeatedly, forcing him to change direction.

"Look, Draco, that's the Comet series!" He exclaimed in admiration.

"Oh, Merlin, do you just stare stupidly!" Draco said angrily, "Obviously silly baby Potter only needs a wink to make the Firebolt fly out of its sweeping speed!"

"Uh, oh!" Wuyu glanced at Draco.

These kids are only 13 years old, what do they know!

On the field, Potter suddenly drove the Firebolt to speed up. Obviously, he spotted the Golden Snitch. At the same time, Gryffindor scored a goal, and the Gryffindor stands were boiling...

He failed though, due to Ravenclaw batsman interference...

Later in the game, Cho Chang almost gave up looking for the Snitch by himself, and focused on pestering Harry Potter, but that only prolonged the game for a while, and in the end, as expected, Gryffindor won.

Everyone dragged their feet towards the castle, talking about the game just now, and of course Harry's Firebolt was the most mentioned...

Draco frowned slightly.

Unwilling to face a stinky face, he said hello and went to the library with his notebook.

During this period of time, I have been trying to find some advantages for myself. In terms of mastering the number of spells and fighting skills, it is impossible to catch up with Draco after ten years of training and no extraordinary talent in this area...

An hour later, a familiar figure entered the library.

Hermione Granger was holding a large thick book between her creaking pockets, quickly rummaged through the rows of bookshelves, and then walked towards this side with a large stack of books in her arms.

waved.

Hermione sat next to her, her eyes were a little red and swollen, the tip of her nose was also red, her face was pale, and there were heavy black shadows under her eyes, obviously she had just cried.

"Hermione, are you alright?" she asked softly.

"No, no - nothing -" Hermione replied somewhat flustered.

"Isn't there a celebration in the Gryffindor common room?" deliberately changed the subject.

Unexpectedly, when Hermione heard this question, she lost control and lay down on the table and cried, her shoulders twitching.

"Ah, come on, Hermione—what happened?" she asked, patting Hermione on the shoulder in embarrassment.

"How could they do this—he obviously doesn't care about the mouse, just because—it's a cat—the Firebolt..."

He didn't speak, just patted Hermione's back lightly.

Just finished a Quidditch match, everyone is still in the aftermath of the match, there are only two people in the library, Hermione and the librarian—Ms. — Normally, if someone made any sound in the library that she could hear, she would be warned or even kicked out!

The more Hermione spoke, the more sad she became, and her emotions became more and more agitated, which can be seen from the slight vibration of the basic thick book and the ink bottle on the table-because the little girl's magic power is slightly out of control!

"Hermione, calm down!" He reminded Hermione by pressing on Hermione's shoulder.

Before entering Hogwarts, minor wizards often have large and small magic riots, but after entering Hogwarts, although their magic power and emotional control have not improved much-at least the first and second graders are like this, but Magic riots rarely happen again, which is one of the magic of Hogwarts Castle.

It is guessed that there is a relatively high-level magic circle on the castle that can help little wizards suppress magic power...

Magic power, magic power riot...some kind of inspiration flashed through my mind...

"Oh, oh, sorry—" It took a long time before Hermione looked up, "Thanks, Sharon!"

"No, it's nothing, my dear, those things will pass quickly," sat down, and handed over his handkerchief, "Usually, well, maybe the Gryffindor students will disagree, but you will think it is The best time to test your friends!"

"Oh, don't say that, you have a point!" Hermione sobbed and whispered.

Smiled, did not continue to say anything, sat down, and quickly recorded on the parchment...

I finally found out that my peers can't have advantages!

In the first grade, due to too few magic riots, too much magic power accumulated in the body, and he was in a daze for half a year... Yes, 20 years more than his peers, the soul journey has allowed him to have more precise and meticulous control of magic power...

The parchment lists poor childish ideas, and below are some books to look at.

"Maybe it can be improved and sent to Lucius for a look..." He thought to himself.

After another hour or so, the library gradually filled up, mostly Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.

Mrs. Pince returned to her usual sternness...

They didn't say goodbye to each other until dinner, and Hermione didn't seem to plan to go to the table to eat at the peak of the crowd, so she packed her things and left the library alone.

"Where did you hide?"

There were only a few sparse people at the long Slytherin table who hadn't arrived yet.

Draco swallowed the food in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and asked slowly.

"I went to the library to read a book, met Hermione Granger, and comforted her for a while!" He replied softly, pulled out the chair and sat down, stretching his arms to take his favorite food.

Draco leaned back, let his arm pass, and whispered, "Sleeves, idiot!"

The cuffs of Hogwarts school robes are designed to be very wide, and they are dragged onto the dinner plate without paying attention.

Quickly use the other hand to help grab the sleeve...

"...It's best not to let some people know that you're getting close to the 'savior' dog legs..."

After dinner, in the hallway of the Slytherin common room, Draco reminded.

"If anyone dares to challenge Malfoy and the Families at the same time!" He replied with a smile.

Draco hummed in satisfaction.

We were still Blaise and Pansy, they met in front of the fireplace in the common room, and shared some news before heading to the dormitories.

Draco dragged Blackie's tail all the way up the boys dormitory stairs, because Blackie insisted on going out to find mice one more time before curfew...

Fortunately, with Draco's guard and warning, Xiao Hei didn't do any more dangerous things—but he didn't know about it.

On the weekend of the second week after comforting Hermione Granger in the library, Harry and Ron received a note from Hagrid and learned that the Dangerous Creatures Committee had dealt with the Buckbeak case. The group got back together, but it was ruined by Hogsmeade Day...

Going to Hogsmeade on Saturday was a warm, comfortable and sunny day, which was very suitable for outdoor activities. The streets of Hogsmeade village were full of Hogwarts students.

Draco is in a very good mood recently. The reason is that last time Lucius sent a letter, reminding him of the news about the Hippogriff that injured him. execute.

Although most of you have actually almost forgotten this!

Excitedly, Draco walked around Hogsmeade, and excitedly went to see the famous haunted house——The Shrieking Shack.

Before, Lucius brought them to Hogsmeade, and never mentioned that place.

We saw only the roofs of the Screaming Sheds in the distance.

Following Draco for a casual stroll, Crabbe and Goyle followed at the end.

The Screaming Shed is located on a slope, higher than other houses in Hogsmeade Village, the windows are nailed with wooden boards, the garden is damp and overgrown with weeds, it does look like a ghost house in a deserted village.

Draco turned around, stood on the hillside with some disappointment, and then began to talk about Lucius' letter with great enthusiasm.

"...now dad the owl could come at any moment...he's going to be at the hearing and tell them about the injuries..."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed together.

"Would love to hear that big shaggy guy trying to defend himself—'It's not harmful, really—'...the hippogriff is dead—" Draco mimed, waving his arms. Looks like Hagrid.

"Draco!" frowned, "Looks like a Gryffindor now!"

He would be so happy only because Hagrid was on good terms with Harry Potter. I really don't know why Draco would become so childish when he encountered something about the "savior".

Draco reacted and lowered his arms, "Nonsense—"

Then, as if smelling the smell of bones like a puppy, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, with an unusual excitement on his face.

Following Draco's line of sight, he immediately saw the source - Ron Weasley leaning against the fence of the Screaming Shack.

"Is it, Weasley?" Draco showed a malicious smile on his face, looked at the shack behind Ron Weasley as if it was about to collapse and screamed, "maybe you would like to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley dream Have your own bedroom, don’t you hear that the whole family lives in one room—is that true?”

Ron blushed and was about to pounce like Draco.

This is his usual practice, but the strange thing is that Weasley's body maintained a forward movement and was pushed into place, as if, as if someone was pulling him from behind.

Eyes wide open, staring at Ron Weasley.

Draco's wit and sensibility inexplicably deteriorated when it came to everything related to the "savior", so now he didn't notice Weasley's abnormality at all.

Ron struggled for a moment, then suddenly calmed down.

"We're talking about friend Hagrid," Draco said to Ron, "trying to imagine what he'd say to the Dangerous Creatures Committee. Think he'll cry when they cut off his hippogriff's head— —”

Snapped!

A cloud of mud hit Draco on the back of the head, and he tipped his head forward, mud dripping from his pale blond hair.

"What? Bastard—" Draco yelled angrily.

Ron Weasley grabbed the fence and leaned back laughing.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle looked around alertly, circling in place.

"Who did it?" Draco yelled while wiping his hair in embarrassment.

"It's pretty haunted here, isn't it?" Ron Weasley said deliberately.

Of course it can't be a ghost!

However, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle seem to believe it.

Shaking his head, he wasn't going to do the useless work of waking Draco up at this moment.

A line of previous footprints suddenly appeared on a muddy path in the direction from the mud throwing direction. It was obvious that someone had disappeared and was helping Ron Weasley to tease Draco.

Draco didn't notice this, he was distracted by Ron Weasley's hint, and looked around at the emptiness!

The footprints stopped near the trail in a particularly muddy place with stinking green sludge.

While Ron Weasley was only focused on laughing, he quietly leaned over and pushed forward—then, there was a scream—and half of his body—it was Harry Potter!

"Ah—" Draco yelled, pointing to Harry Potter's head.

"Calm down, Draco, it's just an invisibility cloak!" he had to shout in the shrillest voice.

Draco looked over in shock.

Now, Harry Potter's invisibility cloak has all slipped off, and he is struggling to stand up from the mud.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Draco's first reaction was to wave his wand.

Harry Potter fell heavily into the mud again.

"Potter, caught, haha, will be expelled - sneaked to Hogsmeade village without signing!" Draco laughed triumphantly.

"Let go of Harry!" Weasley yelled and rushed forward, punching Draco on the raised jaw.

Ron Weasley always seems to forget that he is a wizard at critical moments!

"Ouch—" Draco groaned.

Crabbe and Goyle finally reacted, reached out and lifted Ron Weasley who was wrapped around Draco's body, and gave him a few fists unceremoniously.

He stared dumbfounded at the chaos in front of him.

Draco poked hard with his wand and was restrained by Crabbe and Goyle. Even though a bruise soon appeared on his chin, it didn't affect his good mood, "Wait and settle the score, weasel, Now, there are more important things!"

Draco took out the two-way mirror and quickly contacted Professor Snape.

Understandably, if nothing else, Professor Snape was usually in his office grading homework or brewing potions, and, no matter how annoying he was, Draco always carried the two-way mirror with him.

"Professor, professor, guess what you encountered in Hogsmeade?"

Draco was probably a little too complacent, and actually made a joke with Professor Snape.

Both Harry Potter and Ron Weasley struggled violently, staring in horror at the two-way mirror in Draco's hand.

Turn around and pretend that you didn't see anything—because, except for the consequences of point deduction and confinement, it is impossible for Hogwarts to expel the "Savior" anyway!

Sure enough, when Professor Snape said something in the mirror, the smile on Draco's face froze immediately, and he explained the matter clearly in a few words.

Next, Draco proudly used every language he could think of to taunt and attack the "Savior" and his companions, including various endings after being expelled from Hogwarts-for example, he could ask the stupid big Hagrid to take him in Assistant or waiting to pick up Master Filchban or something...

This may have really hit Harry Potter, his face was very ugly, and there was a sense of despair in his eyes...

Soon, maybe not even 5 minutes, there was a slight "pop" in the air, and Professor Snape Apparated over.

The professor glanced at Harry Potter, who was still lying in the mud, and sneered a few times.

"Perhaps the 'savior' thinks that he can ignore everything with his own reputation, doesn't he? He secretly went to Hogsmeade to play, and I don't know how long the 'savior' has been proud of it, um—"

"No, no—" Harry Potter exclaimed angrily.

Oh, what a fool, the best thing to do at this time is to sincerely admit your mistakes and repent, and because you are so envious that everyone can come and be alone, you are very pitiful and accidentally made a mistake!

"Enough, this matter will be explained slowly when we get back to Hogwarts!" Professor Snape said sharply, waving his wand.

Potter jumped up immediately, staggered from the muddy ground and his stiff body, and almost fell into the mud again.

"Let's go!" Professor Snape turned around quickly and strode forward. The hem of the black robe turned into a wave of even waves, drawing a gorgeous curve.

Draco gritted his teeth at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, winked, and trotted after them.

Reluctantly, he walked over to Draco.

Crabbe and Goyle made a gesture to drive away Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, walking at the end with a proud face...

Professor Snape led us directly into the headmaster's office.

Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be enjoying his afternoon tea when he saw Professor Snape bring us in and warmly greeted everyone to enjoy thick honey lemon juice and syrup cake.

"Think now is not the time to eat cake!"

Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind.

Someone had notified the Head of Gryffindor at some point.

Professor Snape stood beside him with folded arms, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Harry Potter moved his lips, but said nothing.

"Sneaking out of the castle without the consent of the professor and parents... Do you know what time it is, everyone is worried, but they did this kind of thing... I am very disappointed..." Professor McGonagall strode away In front of Harry Potter, he reprimanded him angrily, his chest heaving violently, "For this, I have to deduct fifty points from my college!"

"Professor, Potter and Weasley attacked us!" Draco added fuel to the fire, showing Professor McGonagall the bruise on his chin.

Not a big patch of jet black, especially conspicuous on fair skin.

"No, Professor, it's not your fault, it was Draco who provoked you first!" Ron Weasley shouted.

"But Mr. Malfoy didn't do it first, did he?" Professor Snape said with a sneer.

"this--"

"Enough, Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for cooperating with classmates for violating school rules, ten points for attacking classmates!" Professor McGonagall interrupted Weasley loudly.

"Okay, okay, the matter is settled, how about everyone having some tea?" Professor Dumbledore still greeted with a smile.

"No, I think we should teach the 'savior' a deeper lesson this time, so that before violating school rules next time, at least remember to think about your own life!" Professor Snape said coldly.

Professor McGonagall looked at it and pretended not to hear Principal Dumbledore, "Yes, Professor Snape said it makes sense, Potter, confinement for a month, with Filch, how can there be a next time, maybe you can ask other colleges Are you willing to accept it!"

Potter trembled, his face turned pale, "No, Professor McGonagall, there will never be a next time!"

"Better remember your words, Potter!" Professor Snape reminded mockingly.

"Children, you all need a hot bath now, don't you?" Principal Dumbledore blinked quickly behind the round glasses, "Hey, young people are always very energetic!"

Professor Snape took a puff of air through his nose in disgust.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley scurried out, relieved.

"Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, goodbye!"

The spiral staircase automatically extended to our feet.

"Sev, Minerva—" Dumbledore stopped the two professors...

Draco looked back curiously, wondering what they were talking about, but unfortunately, the two stone beasts at the door quickly closed...

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