Dark Lord, please let go

The game has just started, Draco has nothing to do yet, and the Snitch is still missing.Gryffindor's Chaser, McGonagall, had no target either, just circling the arena looking for the Snitch while hiding from Bludgers.

Draco controlled the broom to stop in mid-air, his eyes kept scanning the field, looking for the golden snitch, but the little thing seemed to be hidden, and Draco didn't see it at all.

The situation on the field changed again and again. Gryffindor, who was leading just now, suddenly fell behind by thirty points, because Singleton hit the Gryffindor goalkeeper with a Bludger with his bat.Draco covered his face subconsciously, he even saw the blood coming out of the goalkeeper's nose, it must have hurt to death when he was hit by the Bludger.

The Gryffindor keeper was dazed and completely unable to hold the goal, and the Slytherins kept scoring goals.

Suddenly, Draco moved, because he saw that Mag, who was still flying slowly, suddenly sped up and dived downward, and a touch of gold was flying fast not far in front of her.

I don’t know what model Mag’s broom is, but it’s definitely not the latest Comet 180. Draco gradually chased after him, but Mag’s speed was not slow. She stretched out her hand, and the Golden Snitch was right there. in front of her eyes.

Draco gritted his teeth, and slammed into Mag on a broomstick. She deviated from the direction and turned twice in the air to stabilize her figure. However, the Golden Snitch also disappeared in front of them. .

"Oh, foul!" roared from the Gryffindor stands.

It's just that Draco raised his chin and smirked indifferently. He has been doing this for four years, how could he take Gryffindor's roar to heart.Even Professor Skeeter didn't fly over to warn Draco, which made him even more proud.Soon, Draco paid the price for this complacency. The Gryffindor batsmen seemed to have all their attention on Draco, and the Bludgers kept taking care of him, but he Thrilling escaped.

It's just that this method obviously aroused Slytherin's dissatisfaction, and the banner on the Slytherin stand has changed, which reads "Gryffindor must be defeated!".

Watching Draco dodge another Bludger in a thrilling manner, Tom's frown deepened. Devlin on the side had completely covered his eyes, and he didn't even dare to take a look. Kasim was helping to take pictures. .

Tom couldn't figure out what the allure of this dangerous sport made Draco go to Quidditch so recklessly.

As if he understood Tom's expression, Abraxas turned his head and said with a smirk: "Give up, Tom, even if Draco breaks his arm, he won't give up on Quidditch, let alone he will never give up." Let yourself break your arm."

Yes, as Abraxas said, every Bludger that hit Draco was dodged by him, and he once again successfully interfered with Mag's capture of the Golden Snitch, knocking her out, Although Mag was still holding on to the broom tightly, he was already hanging in mid-air, and there was no way to continue chasing the golden snitch.

Draco took this opportunity to chase after him. The Snitch kept flying in the air. Draco gritted his teeth and kicked his comet 180 hard. If this was his Nimbus 2001, he would have killed the Snitch a long time ago. It's in my hands.

The Golden Snitch jumped down, and Draco dived behind him. When he was about to fall to the ground, Draco quickly stretched out his hand. He stopped the dive, and held the broom firmly. balance.But it's a pity that this broom is not his usual Nimbus 2001. Draco threw it directly from the broom and rolled on the lawn for several times before stopping.

"Oh... Merlin, Draco!"

"Is he okay, he looks pretty hurt."

"Hey, get up quickly Malfoy, you still have to catch the Snitch!"

The students in the Slytherin stands all stood up and shouted at Draco, but their shouts turned into cheers and whistles the next moment, Draco lay on the grass and raised his left hand, there There is a golden snitch struggling to fly out of his hand.

"He did it, he caught the Snitch before Mag! Look, Kassim." Devlin excitedly tugged at Kassim's cuff, almost tore Kassim's robe open.

The whistle for the end of the game blew, and although Gryffindor was still indignant, complaining that Draco had fouled him, and he ran away from McGonagall to get the Snitch, but their complaints were completely ineffective.Slytherin won the match, winning the Quidditch match 210 to 120.

But Draco didn't hear any of these, because he was roughly pulled up by Tom, and then hugged tightly by Devlin and Kassim who followed, he even wondered if his bones were They were crushed and it hurt like hell.

There were cheers from Slytherin students all around. Draco had just escaped from the arms of Devlin and Kassim, and was embraced by his Quidditch teammates again. The smell of their sweat poured into Draco in the nose.But these are within the tolerable range for those who win the game.

"Oh dear."

After everyone let go of Draco, he was hugged by Mrs. Malfoy who ran down from the stands, and then accepted her careful inspection from top to bottom, and she didn't praise Draco until she confirmed that Draco hadn't suffered any injuries. To: "Oh honey, nice job, you beat that girl in third grade."

Mrs. Malfoy obviously didn't remember McGonagall's name, but this didn't stop her from praising Draco. If the broomstick in Draco's hand was not already the latest model, I'm afraid she would reward Draco with a new one. broomstick.Mrs. Malfoy didn't stay at Hogwarts for too long, and she left Hogwarts with Old Malfoy shortly after watching the game.

Afterwards there was a small celebration in the Slytherin common room, Abraxas and his friend Harman Knott brought food from the kitchen, Singleton offered butterbeer and even a bottle of fire Whiskey, Di Lisa pulled out the candy her mother had mailed her.

Draco was surrounded by people. He sat on the sofa and listened to Singleton bragging that he knocked a Gryffindor off the broom. Obviously everyone saw what happened on the court, but No one stopped Singleton, after all they were the heroes of Slytherin today.

Draco didn't drink Flame Whiskey, if this was before, he wouldn't mind drinking some by himself, after all, the atmosphere is so good, but ever since he shared a dormitory with Tom, he hoped that he would stay sober in front of Tom, at least not get drunk nonsense.If he revealed something that didn't belong to this time, he was afraid that it would get worse later.

The celebration went on late, and no one wanted to stop it. It was not until Professor Slughorn came into the common room and told them to go to bed quickly that they stopped the students from continuing to mess around.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was not right the next day, Gryffindor's anger towards Slytherins was obviously at its peak, and they didn't like every Slytherin, especially after they lost the Quidditch match , everyone in Slytherin raised their heads high, with mocking expressions, which made them even more angry.

Leslie was the one with the most anger. He had always disliked Draco, an arrogant guy, let alone after he defeated Gryffindor.

So when Draco was attacked by a spell, he cast a disarming spell on Leslie without thinking, and smoothly held his wand in his hand.

"Oh, so it's you, what's your name? Gryffindor idiot." Draco didn't hide his sarcasm at a guy without a wand who attacked him from behind.

Tom on the side frowned, stood in front of Draco, looked at a group of Gryffindors opposite and asked, "Do you Gryffindors only attack people from behind?"

"Of course not, Tom." McGonagall on the side glared fiercely at his little brother, and taught him angrily, "What are you doing, Leslie, how can you cast curses on others behind their backs? And Still in the corridor."

This expression and tone reminded Draco of the Miss Know-it-all from Gryffindor.

"You'll be locked up by the professor, Leslie, and I'm going to tell Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, you can't, Sister McGonagall, I'm teaching this Malfoy a lesson, if he didn't knock you into the air..." But before Leslie could finish speaking, McGonagall interrupted him, "Enough Leslie, that's on the pitch, that's allowed, but now look what you're doing?"

She rolled her eyes, grabbed Leslie's arm and did not allow him to resist, "Now, let's go to Professor Dumbledore." After taking two steps forward, McGonagall turned back, "Oh, of course, you two Better go too."

Going to see Dumbledore, obviously neither of them was very willing, but Leslie was attacking Draco after all, so he had to follow McGonagall and Leslie to Dumbledore's office to explain the situation, naturally Take Tom with you too.

Professor Dumbledore was the same as McGonagall when he was a professor. He was fair in some things. After he learned all about the situation from Magna, he unceremoniously deducted [-] points from Gryffindor, and Leigh Seeley had to work with Pringle for three days at night for attacking classmates in the hallway.

Satisfied, Draco deducted points and asked for labor services, which was a good punishment for Leslie who owed a lesson.

But Draco soon stopped laughing, and Dumbledore left him alone, saying he wanted to talk about his lessons.Hell, his Transfiguration class was all o's, so what else is there to talk about.

Tom left him very shamelessly, and gave him a serious expression before leaving.

Draco sat on the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, with a glass of sticky drink of unknown liquid in front of him.

"Oh, this is Honeydukes' latest drink, maybe you'll like it." Dumbledore blinked at Draco, then took a candy from the candy plate and stuffed it into his mouth, then His face was tangled, and it seemed that the candy tasted a little strange.

"...you're welcome Professor, I don't like sweet drinks very much." Draco pushed the cup forward, firmly refusing the drink recommended by Dumbledore.