[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 110 IX Losing the Game

Gryffindor finally won, and Harry took the huge Quidditch trophy from Dumbledore, sobbing happily with Wood.

The field suddenly burst into cheers and shouts, officially announcing the end of the game.

Everyone was leaving, Winnie was still sitting in her seat, her eyes fell on the players off the court, the Gryffindor players were forming a group, hugging happily, while the Slytherins were silently packing their things .

Winnie noticed Draco's figure, he stood quietly aside, with his left hand on his arm, his pale face showed no expression, but even so, he could still feel the loss and unwillingness in him.

"Winnie, won't you go?" Betty hesitated for a moment, then asked slowly, everyone left, only she and Winnie were still sitting in the auditorium.

"You go back first, Betty, I still have some things to do." Winnie looked at Betty with no expression on her face.

Betty stared at Winnie silently, and then sighed after a while and said, "Okay."

On the field, Ron rushed to Harry's side, hugged him vigorously, and said in an unstoppable tone: "You won! You won!"

"Yes." Harry happily hugged Ron back.

"I knew that evil can't win against good. It's so satisfying to see their expressions of losing the game!" Ron didn't lower his voice so that the little snakes who were about to go to the locker room to change their clothes could hear it.

Draco paused, stopped, turned around with a sullen face, and stared at Ron fiercely.

"Ron, stop talking." Harry quickly grabbed Ron, he had already noticed Draco's expression, he wasn't afraid, he just didn't want to make trouble at this moment.

"It doesn't matter, if you lose, you lose. If you can't afford to lose, then don't fight!" Ron glanced at Draco, feeling a burst of joy in his heart. Who told the other party to always look so arrogant, this is called Draco. Feng Shui turns.

"That's right!" the Weasley brothers nodded in agreement, shouting in unison.

Captain Flint of the Snake Academy couldn't help roaring: "You bunch of filthy bastards, if you didn't hit Draco on purpose, the Golden Snitch would be ours!"

"Who are you talking about filthy burial? Us? Don't joke, everyone knows that this is your pronoun, filthy burial Slytherin!" Wood countered loudly.

"Yes, everyone says Slytherin is dirty and despicable, but whoever thinks that we have always been righteous and awe-inspiring Gryffindor will not give up." Kent sneered, his eyes fell on Bell deliberately, as if referring to him Same.

"Bell didn't mean it!"

"That's right!"

"Hmph, he knows if it's on purpose." Kent snorted coldly.

"What do you mean?" Ron growled angrily.

"Of course it's the literal meaning, it's a no-brainer." Kent sneered at Ron, and then pointed his gaze at Bell again, "If he is innocent, would he dare to take Veritaserum to prove his innocence?"

Bell was shocked all over, and the people around him were stunned, staring at Kent stupidly.

"You mean Veritaserum?" Wood stared at Kent in disbelief. "That's against the rules. Except for the Ministry of Magic, no one has the right to take Veritaserum to those around them!"

"Who will know what we don't say?" Flint sneered, "Why, are you afraid? Afraid that the truth will be exposed?"

Ron and the others looked at each other, and everyone seemed to be confused and didn't know what to do.

And at this moment, Bell, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "So what if I did it on purpose? It was you who attacked us first, and even if I did it on purpose, it was you who provoked it first."

Harry and the others froze suddenly, staring at Bell dumbfounded.

"Did you finally say it?" Draco sneered, his gray eyes glowing with a dark gleam.

"What did I say? What I said was just a hypothetical answer." Bell said lightly, "You can't blame others if you get hurt, you can only blame your own skills..." Ruren hadn't spoken yet , was suddenly punched.

Everyone stared at the attacker dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.

"Merlin, it's Winnie..." Harry felt like he was dreaming. He actually saw Winnie punch Bell, and he was bleeding from the punch.

"Winnie Einstein?" Wood recognized the little girl, a second-year Ravenclaw.

"You hit me?" Bell spat out the blood in his mouth, reached out to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, and stared at Winnie in disbelief.

Winnie pursed her lips into a horizontal line, said nothing, looked up at Bell, the anger in her heart was relieved a little at this moment, the book said it was true, although beating hurts, but it is People you hate will feel happier in your heart.

Bell approached Winnie angrily, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

After Draco came back to his senses, he rushed to Winnie immediately, pulled her behind him, glared at Bell fiercely, and said in a cold tone that made people's hair stand on end: "How dare you touch her?" Hairy, I'm keeping you out of England forever."

Belt paused, his anger made him tremble. Seeing this, Harry and the others hurriedly pulled him away, and Wood even stood in front of him, telling him to calm down.

In order to prevent Bell from doing something stupid, Harry and the others hurriedly pulled Bell away and walked towards the Gryffindor locker room.

After the Gryffindor group had left, Draco turned around, looked at Winnie who was looking up, avoiding those water-blue eyes, restraining all emotions: "Hurry up and go back."

After speaking, he passed Winnie and strode towards the Slytherin locker room.

However, there was a sudden pulling force from the corner of his clothes, which stopped him, turned around, and looked at Winnie who was holding his robe, his lips were tightly pursed. In fact, his emotions were already on the verge of collapse. On the edge, he was just trying to suppress his temper, and he let Winnie leave because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it and do some irreparable stupid things.

"Go to the medical room." Winnie's tone was very strong. She had noticed that Draco's trembling right hand must have hurt the bones.

"Let go." Draco held back his temper and pulled back his robe with all his strength, but Winnie was stubborn and refused to let go.

Kent and the others looked at each other, but no one made a sound.

"What do you think?" Draco couldn't help it at last, revealing the anger and unwillingness that had been suppressed all the time, so that his tone sounded a bit vicious.

"Go to the medical room."

"Need not!"

"Go to the medical room."

"I said no, didn't you hear me!"

Seeing that she couldn't agree with Draco, Winnie directly pulled out her wand, pointed at him, and said in a cold voice, "Everything is petrified."

"Wingardim Leviosa."

So, Flint and the others watched Winnie leave here with Draco floating in mid-air, and only said one sentence before leaving: "I'll take him to the medical room."

"Oh...Okay..." Everyone said in unison, no one stopped, and no one followed.

"It's the first time I feel that Winnie Einstein is so upright." Kent sighed as he saw the two of them off.

"Yes, it's just right." Monta nodded in agreement.

"I didn't expect her to be such a hot girl inside." Berlin flicked his hair.

"But I'm a little curious, can Draco overwhelm her?" Kent looked at his captain Flint and asked.

"I don't think so, he is obviously under pressure now." Before Flint could respond, Berlin interjected.

"I suddenly feel sorry for Draco," Monta said with sympathy in his eyes.

Madam Pomfrey was dispensing the medicine. She was holding the medicine bottle, and when she turned around, she saw Winnie and Draco floating in mid-air, her expression froze instantly.

"Sorry to bother you, Madam Pomfrey." Winnie said calmly, gently placing Draco on the hospital bed.

"The spell stops immediately." After speaking, Winnie retracted her wand.

Draco, who was finally able to move, was angry and ashamed at this time, buried his face deeply in the pillow, clutched the quilt, covered himself, and wrapped himself up like a silkworm baby.

"What happened to him?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Draco and asked suspiciously.

"He's shy, it's fine." Winnie looked away calmly, looked at Madam Pomfrey, and said slowly, "His right hand was hit by the Quaffle, and it seems to have injured his bones."

Madam Pomfrey paused, suddenly recalling today's match, and quickly realized the seriousness of the problem, "Oh, Merlin, it's a Quidditch match!"

"Yes." Winnie said.

Madam Pomfrey walked to the hospital bed, and spoke earnestly to Silkworm Baby in front of her: "Student Malfoy, getting injured is nothing to be ashamed of, sit up and let me see your injury."

Winnie approached slightly, she couldn't hear what Draco was saying, but heard Madam Pomfrey chanting: "Okay, I'll close the curtain now, really, a big boy, what's the point?" Coy."

Winnie stopped, and the curtain was closed, revealing only a small gap, and Draco's face happened to be visible.

The pale pointed face was dyed a touch of pink due to anger and shame, the hair that was originally combed high hung down, and the buoyant sea stuck to his forehead, probably because he noticed her gaze, his gray eyes stared angrily. He came over, and then his thin lips moved again, and Madam Pomfrey closed the last slit as well.

For some reason, Winnie suddenly felt that such a Draco was a little cute.

The author has something to say: Winnie is so handsome >///

Facing Winnie, Xiaolong is only handsome for a second, hahaha!