HP Dawn Night

On a Saturday morning, I sat at the breakfast table with the rest of the Slytherin team.Pansy graciously slathered jam on my bread and added plenty of bacon to my plate:

"Come on, Vio, let the wild lions of Gryffindor taste your strength."

"Draco, remember our tactics, don't fly around at the beginning, pay attention to Potter - your broom is much faster than him - of course, it is not impossible to use some fake moves when necessary " Flint hurriedly muttered, Draco's expression could not be called excitement or fear, strictly speaking, he should be just as nervous as we are about the upcoming game and can't eat.

"My dad will come to my game..." Draco said palely, finally putting down his knife and fork.I know that he has always been very concerned about what Uncle Lucius thinks of him, and he absolutely does not want to disappoint his father.

"My dad will also come to my game." I said lightly, and the Slytherin players all laughed. As the dean, of course Professor Snape will come!

"Don't worry, Draco," Blaise reassured, "Violet and I will always have someone who will follow your developments, and we will use Bludgers to help you knock Potter out if necessary."

"Prove them you're capable, Draco, and don't forget how Granger's stupid nutria humiliated you, saying you paid for the team." Pansy decided to use the aggressive method, "Yes It's time for Potter to step down, Draco."

"Yeah, dear Draco, it seems to be a hot day today, and I don't want to stay on the broom for too long. So please finish the game quickly." I smiled.

Eleven o'clock came soon, and the teachers and students of the whole school began to march on the Quidditch pitch.Pansy waved us goodbye at the door of the Great Hall, and we went into the Slytherin dressing room, where we changed into dark green Slytherin uniforms.There was a lot of voices on the Quidditch pitch, and Flint looked around the players with passionate eyes:

"Let's go, let them taste our power."

What greeted us was a din of voices, and it can be said that the two colleges are roughly evenly divided.With the mystery of Potter still unsolved, some Gryffindor supporters are beginning to waver.

"I think some of the Slytherin cheers should go to you," I said to Draco and Blaise.

The Slytherin Quidditch team has always preferred to choose tall and strong boys, and this year it seems to break the mold. Both Draco and Blaise are "slim" and "slim"-except me.The fact that Flint chose a girl to join the team has shocked many people...

As a result, the expressions of the two people were all the same as they should be.But the former is a little more arrogant, and the latter is a little more calm and just accept it.

"Listen to my whistle," said Mrs Hooch, "three, two, one—"

Fourteen broomsticks soared into the sky, surrounded by the sound of the wind and the noise.Draco flew to the top and confronted Potter in mid-air.

Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson took the ball first, with Katie Bell slanting in front of her ready to respond, while Puse and Montague flanked her from behind.

The pass went wrong, and now Pusey was racing towards the Gryffindor goal with the Quaffle.Blaise suddenly sped up and charged over him - one of the Gryffindor twins was hitting him with the Bludger.

I drove the broom to chase in the opposite direction, intending to use another Bludger to attack the ready-to-moving Alicia Spinnett, but saw a bizarre scene:

Before the Bludger flew into Blaise's control range, it changed direction halfway and went straight after Porter.

"That's weird," I murmured as Pusey scored.

Porter scrambled down to avoid the Bludger, which was hit by the batter toward Draco, and Blaise was about to intercept it, and then the Bludger came back like a dart, this time straight for Porter's head.

I hit the oncoming Bludger at Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, the Quaffle was snatched by Flint, and the Bludger clung to Potter, again and again. Once, with all its strength, it flew towards him.

It started to rain, Slytherin's superior broom did its job, and we were reduced to seven ethereal shadows.

"Slytherin leads, sixty to zero."

I brushed my wet hair behind my ears as I heard the time-out whistle.

"There's something wrong with the Bludger," Blaise said quickly, as the Slytherins gathered together. "It's going to fly towards Potter without me even trying to stop it."

I wiped the rain from my face, took out a headband from my pocket and tied my hair: "Can you see the Snitch, Draco?"

"No!" He said angrily, "The rain is getting heavier..."

"It's going to be worse for Potter," said Flint quickly. "Well, we've got two more helpers—bad weather and an out-of-control Bludger—who cares what's wrong with that ball..."

"I hope they don't use this as an excuse to cancel the game." Montague looked coldly at the Gryffindor who was gathered opposite.

"Then they'd lose to us," Pusey said sarcastically. "Yeah yeah, Gryffindor's going to give it up because of a little Bludger?"

"I don't think so." Flint glanced at Gryffindor. Potter was arguing fiercely with Wood. He thought for a moment, "Let Potter get entangled with that Bludger. Zabini , Snape, one of you keeps an eye on Gryffindor's Chaser and the other on the Batter. Malfoy, when you spot the Snitch, you go full speed - you two, once you spot Malfoy's Speed ​​up the action and use another Bludger to give Porter some trouble."

Blaise and I nodded, and Draco wiped the water from his hair: "Come on."

The whistle blew, and I kicked my feet into the air, and this time, Blaise and I went straight back and forth to outflank the Gryffindor core - at full speed.

The Gryffindors were annoyed by this - Pusey tangled in their formation, disrupting their rhythm a few times.But Montague made frequent fake moves, which made the three girls dizzy.Flint was circling all around, ready to swoop down and snatch their Quaffle like a hawk.

Blaise and I took advantage of the high speed of the broom and took on the twins.One went for the Bludger, and the other stalked the remaining one from helping Porter.

As I sprinted in front of one of the Weasleys to prevent him from saving Potter, Montague snatched the Quaffle and quickly passed it to Flint, who was attacking the Gryffindor goal with it.There is now no defense there, only Wood is alone.

There was a booing from the Gryffindor audience - who cares, isn't that a tactic.

"I can barely see," Blaise said aloud.The rain poured into our collars, and I squinted through the silver rain curtain to watch Draco high in the sky, as long as he could see the Snitch...

"Wait, Blaise!"

High in the air, the Bludger slammed into Potter's elbow, and he suddenly gripped the broomstick and rushed in one direction. At the same time, Draco drove the broomstick to catch up quickly, in front of them, close to the ground , a small golden dot is flashing.

I quickly judged the situation, a Bludger was being hit towards the Chaser, and the out-of-control Bludger was making a sharp turn in the air——

"Brace, give me that out-of-control Bludger!" I yelled at him.Blaise was stunned for less than a second, and then hit the ball hard.

The out-of-control Bludger flew towards me at high speed, and I rolled over halfway in the air to avoid the most direct point of force, and then hit it with all my strength on the end of Potter's broom.

It hit the end of the Nimbus 2000, and under the huge momentum, Potter smashed towards the ground at a faster speed, and at the same time Blaise hit the second Bludger, which barely missed Potter's fingertips flew by, and at the same moment, Draco let go of the broom and leapt—

There was a bang, and water splashed everywhere.Draco was a little unsteady when he landed, but he stopped quickly and raised his right hand high, and the Golden Snitch flapped its wings feebly—

Slytherin wins!

The Slytherins poured down from the stands, cheering and screaming, with Pansy rushing forward, robe in hand.Things seemed to be going wrong for Potter as the players descended and the Gryffindor players swarmed towards their Seeker.

"Great, Malfoy!" Flint thumped Draco's shoulder hard, "And you - Snape, Zabini, very insidious idea, but we like it like this!"

Draco looked down at the Golden Snitch who was struggling weakly in his hand: "Do you want to share with me, Vio, Blaise?"

"We've got all night to celebrate," Blaise said, grinning.

Pansy jumped up and hugged me: "Oh, little Vio, you're doing too well." She loudly urged people to get out of the way: "Give it up, they need to go to the infirmary for a checkup."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and we followed the mainstream towards the school hospital.I turned my head to try to find my father, and Pansy said empathetically:

"Forgot to say, the dean and Mr. Malfoy are very happy."

The author has something to say:

Not very good at describing the scene of the Quidditch match 0.0

Some girls complained that the professor is not Xiaolong's godfather, yes, this is a bad fan meme == I suddenly wondered if it would be more fun if it wasn't~ But I have already written so much... I will let it go~