Ravenclaw's Sapphire

The day of the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was a rare fine weather. Although the sun didn't radiate the heat it should have, it was still cool.Even the howling wind in winter seems to have disappeared today.Holding the Firebolt in his hand, Draco discovered that there was no longer any external cause that could be used as an excuse for failure.

For the first time, he felt an amazing pressure on the Quidditch field, just because he had a reason why he couldn't lose, not simply because he wanted to teach Harry a lesson.But when he clapped hands with his companions one by one and walked into the arena in line, his heart gradually calmed down.They had already made the best preparations, and the Slytherins were willing to entrust their fate to him, so all he had to do was to guide the situation in the direction he needed.

Looking back at that time, although his teammates were amazed by the Firebolt he suddenly took out, what shocked them the most was what this boy, who had always been extremely arrogant, said to them when planning tactics.

"This match is up to you, Draco." Marcus Flint looked around at the Slytherin players around him, and he patted Draco on the shoulder, "We will follow the German Laco's plan to act, everyone does what they should do, Gryffindor is a difficult opponent, but we have also been the defending champions of the House Cup for several times! Let the whole Hogwarts people , reliving the days of top Slytherin, reminding the silly lions of the agony of being strangled by snakes before they had the 'spear' named Harry Potter!"

"Oh!" The five big and three thick team members high-fived and punched each other, snatching the glory of the past from the hands of the lion, it was really a double joy.They all patted Draco on the shoulder, feeling genuine affection for the young man who had fought side by side all this time.

When the light outside pierced the darkness of the living room, and when deafening shouts sounded in his ears, Draco took a deep breath, looked at the stands on both sides, and unexpectedly found that Zoe was sitting on the side where the Slytherins gathered, beside her Beside him was the Lovegood whom he looked down on, and Granger who was sitting here as a Gryffindor.

"It's really here..." There was one more reason why he couldn't lose, Draco added weight to himself in his heart, and really felt the weight of his heart.How can you lose face in front of your family? If you lose, you will not only be laughed at by Meg, but if you can't even raise your head, how can you protect yourself?

I will not lose, never lose, Draco said silently in his heart.But when he saw Harry who was also standing at the end of the line, he couldn't help but provoke him.

"Genius Potter, did you forget to eat breakfast? Don't use it as an excuse for losing!"

Harry's complexion was not very good, it was slightly pale, as if he was hiding heavy thoughts in his heart, he didn't realize that Draco was talking to him, but he soon came back to his senses, in those green eyes Full of exasperation, which was always the way he saw Draco most often...and that damn confidence that lay beneath the surface of the exasperation.

"You'd better remember the result of every match between us, Malfoy." Harry sneered, "Or are you going to cry and go back to your father's arms from now on?"

Draco's cheeks that were always lacking in blood flushed a little red. In fact, he was about to explode with anger, and his tone was extremely indifferent: "Okay, let us know who is the winner today."

"Both captains, shake hands!" Margaret's majestic voice came from the front.

Draco stepped on the broom, feeling the rough texture of the broom that belonged to his teacher in his hand, it was completely second-hand, but this was the first time that Draco showed peace of mind for the old things that he always rejected.

This is Meg's broom, and Meg is his teacher and his idol.He will never forget the shock and longing that the "Golden Lion" showed off when he was a child watching the Puddlemere United game.He has always believed that women are not suitable for Quidditch, and it still is today, but only Margaret, the only "Golden Lion", is an exception in his mind.

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"The game has begun. Today's game is a continuation of last semester's scrapped game, that is, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. To be honest, Gryffindor is unstoppable at all. Why? Because they There is Harry Potter, the best Seeker, not to mention Harry owns a Firebolt! A Firebolt! According to Classified Broomsticks, the Firebolt will be the The preferred equipment of the team! I even touched it this morning, to be honest, if I were Slytherin, I would just give up..."

Lee Jordan is an eloquent guy who has served as a commentator for the Quidditch Academy Cup for a long time, but his comments have always been strongly subjective, which makes many people like it, and naturally many people hate it.

"Jordan, please talk directly about the game—" Professor McGonagall said impatiently. She was also very troubled by Jordan's jumping, because then she had to spend more attention on the commentators instead of focusing on the game. on the game itself.

But Jordan didn't seem to hear her warning at all, and suddenly exclaimed loudly, spreading his voice to every corner of the court through the amplifying spell: "Oh my God! What did I see? The second Firebolt! The second one! Right under that sly Slytherin kid Malfoy's ass, another Firebolt! Merlin, why can't your old man give me one in my dreams too!"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's angry shout was drowned in the noisy voices.

"What?!" Gryffindor's Wood yelled in the air. He never knew when Slytherin also had a Firebolt. You must know that they didn't have any signs. He went to their practice ground before During the investigation, the Seekers clearly used Nimbus 2001. How long did they hide their hole cards!

At this time, Flint appeared in front of him on a broomstick with a smile: "Are you surprised, Wood? There are still things that will make you uncomfortable..."

Ten minutes later Wood had fully grasped what Flint was saying. "Slytherin intercepted the Quaffle halfway again! Gryffindor's three Chasers are all women, and the vile Slytherin used his size and strength to ram the opponent's broom, Interfering with their routes—isn't this a foul, Professor Margaret!" Jordan shouted towards the field while dodging Professor McGonagall's hand.

Margaret frowned. She was also wandering around the edge of the field on a broomstick, without taking her eyes off the field for a moment, but she didn't call Slytherin a foul either, because it was a reasonable collision, not a Deliberately hurting the Chaser... The Slytherins obviously came up with such a tactic on purpose and implemented it. Each of them has a goal for this, and they cling to the Gryffindor players like flies so that they can't use it. The Chaser is the main target, but the batsman can't relax either.

This is a basic tactic used for the purpose of delay and consumption. It is a passive means to prolong the game. It is mainly to let the opponent lose physical strength during the long game, resulting in a large decline in concentration and attack power.Although it is not hearty, it is a technique that professional teams often use.

This is not the first time for Margaret to serve as a referee, nor is it the first time to watch a Slytherin match. She understands that this is not a tactic they have used for a long time. The strong defender may be Hufflepuff, but it is definitely not Slytherin Leitlin.Snakes, like lions, are used to attacking rather than defending, which can also be seen from the selection criteria of their players.

Only a short period of running-in also led to the fact that Slytherin's tactical adhesion was not perfect. When Gryffindor's Chaser Angelina Johnson scored the first score of the game, the Gryffindor audience It exploded instantly!But the good times didn't last long. The Slytherins didn't sit still, but weakened their defense a little bit, and turned to offense in an instant. Their Chasers soon scored a goal, and the green and silver flags of the Snakes were in the auditorium. Fluttering.

But after recovering the score, the Slytherins continued to maintain a prudent style of play, steadily and slowly consuming Gryffindor's physical strength, just like a giant python gradually began to wrap its prey around, letting them in Unknowingly cut off breath.A smile appeared on the corner of Margaret's mouth, but she underestimated the spirits of the Slytherins.

Originally thought that this time they were purely trying to consume with a procrastinating rhythm, it was just a cold tactic, this is usually a utilitarian attitude that only professional teams have, rather than the more happy-go-lucky college Quidditch.But when the Slytherins took the ball back forcefully, Margaret knew she was wrong.Although they used conservative defensive tactics, counterattack was never a distant word, just like the usual arrogance of the Slytherins, even in defense, it was by no means to show weakness.

But if they are using this tactic of isolating and dividing the entire arena and opposing players, coupled with the current situation, it will be obvious what the purpose is.

Quidditch has never been a sport that can be played by one person. It requires the orderly cooperation of the players, just as even without the support of six people, the Snitch's 150 points are just a joke.But what I have to agree is that the existence of star players can completely rewrite the situation on the field, and even determine the flow of momentum.Especially the most special Seekers among the seven. They shouldered the responsibility of ending the game and taking down the Golden Snitch. If the other six valued coordination more, then the Seekers had to form their own team.

In Quidditch, the Seeker (if he is the most dazzling one) is usually targeted by the opposing player and needs to be supported by his own players. Slytherin's approach is to cut off Gryffindor's influence on Harry. support, but at the same time, they couldn't stop Harry with their full attention.