[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

At the last moment, Draco finally caught up with Harry.Harry glanced at Draco, who was keeping pace with him, and secretly raised his vigilance.Because according to Draco's shameless tactics before, he might just knock himself off the broom.

But Draco didn't do anything.At this moment, Draco didn't have Harry as an opponent in his eyes, and all his mind was on the broom under him and the golden snitch shining with silver light in front of him.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Harry and Draco held out their hands almost at the same time.

"Potter and Malfoy held out their hands at the same time!"

"It's so fast! We can see the Snitch is gone! But who wins the game?!"

When Harry was close to the ground, he made a sudden stop, jumped off the broom cleanly, and then... fell into a swamp with a dazed expression on his face.

Draco pulled the handle of the broomstick up at the last moment when he was about to hit the ground, and the broom carried Draco into the air, and the broomstick at the end almost touched the ground.

"Pretty!"

"Malfoy miraculously saved himself at the last moment!"

At this moment, whether it was Gryffindor or Slytherin present, they all gave warm applause and cheers to Draco.

Draco hovered in the air and slowed down, landing slowly on the ground.

Anita sat back in her seat with weak legs, took a long breath, and realized that she had been holding her breath just now.

Hermione looked at Harry who was still struggling in the mud, and then at Anita who had completely forgotten that she had cast a spell, rolled her eyes, and helplessly pulled out her wand and said to the swamp, "Finite Intetem. )."

And then... Harry was stunned to realize that the swamp had returned to solid ground, but his feet were still firmly stuck in the ground, unable to move at all.

Regardless of who got the golden snitch, everyone went down one after another to rescue (surround) and rescue (view) the trapped Harry.After all the fuss, the senior Gryffindor Quidditch players finally rescued Harry.

"Who won?" Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, asked impatiently.

Harry excitedly raised the Snitch in his hand.

The Gryffindors cheered and threw Harry high into the air.

"Hey, you look so handsome in the air today." Anita walked over to Draco, who was standing alone with a broom, dejectedly, and gave him a hug.

"I lost." Draco said in a muffled voice, burying his head on Anita's shoulder.

"It's not your fault. Harry's broom is better than yours, and in this case you almost won." Anita ruffled Draco's hair.Draco's platinum-blonde hair is particularly nice to the touch, but Draco doesn't allow Anita to rub his hair casually after he was 6 years old.

"It's not all about the broom, it was Potter who discovered the Snitch first." Draco raised his head and looked at Anita seriously.

Losing is losing, and he is not someone who can't afford to lose, so he doesn't need to find reasons to excuse himself.

"Although I don't understand Quidditch, I can also see that the contest between you is very exciting, and only between equal opponents can there be such a wonderful duel. So you are no worse than Harry."

"Of course." Draco had a confident smile on his face, "I will definitely be Slytherin's Seeker next year and beat Potter."

"Hey, Draco." Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, came over and shook Draco's hand excitedly. "Excellent performance! I look forward to seeing you as Slater next year." Lin's new Seeker."

"Thank you, I'm looking forward to joining you too." Draco said reservedly, but Anita could see the joy of being recognized in his eyes.

"Would you like to train with us?" Marcus Flint suggested, "Although you can't join the Quidditch team this year, I can apply to the dean to let you train with the team."

"Really?" Draco's eyes lit up, "Of course I would."

"Great. Slytherins have access to the Quidditch pitch after school on Tuesdays and Saturday afternoons, and after school on Fridays, though Fridays are usually fought over territory with Gryffindor." Marcus Flint Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "How can those scumbags in Gryffindor beat us, so usually there is training after school on Fridays."

"Okay, I'll definitely be there."

After Marcus Flint left, Draco hugged Anita excitedly, "Did you hear that? I can train with the Quidditch team!"

Anita hugged Draco back, "Congratulations!"

Returning the broomstick and game ball to the Slytherin Quidditch team, leaving the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams to continue fighting for the right to use the court, Anita and Draco went to the castle together. go.

"Malfoy, wait."

Anita and Draco turned their heads together, only to find Harry, disheveled and disheveled, trotting after him.

"Uh," Harry said, scratching his head, holding out his hand to Draco, "you're a strong opponent."

"You too, Potter." Draco said, shaking Harry's hand, "but don't be complacent, I'm just not as good as you on the broom. I'll beat you at a real Quidditch match .”

"Oh, is it? You'd better try to join the Quidditch team first, Malfoy," said Harry.

The two looked at each other, and the hands they held couldn't help but increase their strength.Anita could even feel the sparks crackling and flying between the two of them.

After a while, Harry and Draco let out a "hum" and let go of their hands at the same time.

Malfoy/Potter is still so annoying, the two thought in unison.

From that day forward, Draco started training with the Slytherin Quidditch team.When Draco invited Anita to watch his training, Anita flatly refused.Although Anita wanted to support Draco's hobbies, she cared too much about Draco's safety, and her little heart couldn't stand watching such thrilling training.

Therefore, Anita vowed that she would definitely support Draco when the official match came.Then Anita ditched Draco and went to the library with Hermione.

"Not going to talk to Harry and Ron yet?" Anita chatted with Hermione while writing her potions paper.

"I don't want to talk to those two annoying guys!" Hermione said angrily, writing a line of heavy handwriting on the parchment.

"I have a hunch that you and the two of them will become very good friends." Anita winked at Hermione.

"Ha! They? Friends?" Hermione sneered disdainfully, "Stop teasing me."

"Bet? The deadline is the end of this school year."

"Boring." Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "What bet?"

"If I win, you will send me Chinese snacks from the Muggle world."

"Made in China?"

"Like white rabbit toffee, spicy strips, pork jerky, crispy rice, duck neck, old godmother (something strange has been mixed in.)..."

"Would you like to make a list?" Hermione raised her forehead helplessly.

"Good idea." Anita pushed the potions paper aside, pulled out another piece of parchment, and began to make a list while drooling.

Hermione rolled her eyes, which she thought had skyrocketed since she became friends with Anita.

"If I win, how about you give me Professor Snape's potions notes?" said Hermione.

"No!" Anita held her father's potion note and refused resolutely, "I can make a copy for you, but the original is definitely not allowed."

"make a deal."

After the bet was reached, Anita continued to write her thesis, while Hermione brought a large pile of books from various corners of the library and quickly flipped through them, as if she was looking for some information.

"Hermione, what are you looking for?" Anita couldn't help asking when Hermione changed a stack of books again.

Hermione hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Anita, do you know Nicolas Flamel?"

"I know." Anita said casually.

"What?! You know! Who is he?" Hermione couldn't help raising her voice.

"Quiet, or get out!" said Mrs. Pince, the librarian, waving a feather duster.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pince, we will keep quiet." Anita and Hermione apologized at the same time.

"Nicholas Flamel, a famous alchemist in the 14th century, Dumbledore's friend." Anita whispered to Hermione.

"Wait, if Nicholas Flamel was an alchemist in the 14th century, how could he be Dumbledore's friend?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Because Nicolas Lemay's most famous contribution is to refine the Philosopher's Stone. It is said that any metal can be turned into gold, and it can also make elixir of life. Legend has it that Lemay used the Philosopher's Stone to make himself and his wife get Eternal life, but LeMay did not really admit it, but he did celebrate his fifth birthday in 660 last year. You should be able to find information about Nicolas LeMay in "One Hundred Famous Alchemists" and "A Brief History of Alchemy". I want to know For specific deeds, you can ask Draco, he is a fan of Flamel."

"The Philosopher's Stone! It turned out to be the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione said suddenly.

Although she knew what Hermione was talking about, Anita still gave her a questioning look.

"Anita, thank you!" Hermione didn't explain, but hurriedly cleared the books and parchments on the table, and said to Anita apologetically, "I'm going first, I have to talk to Harry and Ron."

"I thought you were never going to talk to either of them again?" Anita teased.

Hermione frowned, "I really don't want to, but this is very important."