Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy still leads his seemingly peaceful campus life, with restaurants, libraries, dormitories, classrooms, four o'clock, with few exceptions.

As for Harry, it was miserable. The Quidditch captain Wood of their academy had stricter requirements on the players than ever before.Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snow, his energy did not cool down.The Weasley brothers kept complaining, but they persisted, not to mention Harry.

Because suppose they won the game.They are likely to be able to end Slytherin's seven consecutive Academy Cups this year.

When the goal is far away, people usually give up their efforts. When the goal may be reachable with your toes, most people tend to clenched their teeth.This is the true portrayal of the Gryffindor team.

The Weasley brothers on the training ground started to make strange things again, they kept diving and bombing each other, pretending to fall off the broomstick.

In the end they were trained by Wood, and there was a bad news that followed: "Snape will be the referee of the game."

In an instant, almost all of the players' faces were covered with dark clouds. Obviously, the goal that could be achieved by putting one's feet and working hard before suddenly became an impossible task.

The morale of everyone has fallen, and the enthusiasm for training has also dropped a lot. Obviously this is a fatal blow.

The training is over, the Gryffindor players are still discussing in a low voice, chatting, probably guessing how Snape will embarrass them, but Harry didn’t want to listen to them and went straight to the Gryffindor lounge. , He wanted Hermione and Ron to advise him, and he suspected that Snape would still attack him.

"Don't participate in the competition." Hermione said immediately.

"Just say you are sick." Ron said.

"Pretend to break your leg." Hermione suggested.

"Really broke my leg." Ron said.

Harry raised his forehead painfully and said: "I am the only seeker on the team. If I am absent, the team will not be able to compete."

Ron and Hermione stopped talking immediately. They both knew that Harry was a very responsible boy, and he couldn't drag the whole team down for his own safety.

Of course, this once again reflects the irrationality of this kind of game and the mistakes of the Gryffindor team in cultivating talents. How can there be no substitute for a large game?

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"Damn it." Malfoy took a bite of butter bread, a little languid.

"My eldest lady, can we not care about the game in our hospital? Do you know what time I went to bed last night?" Malfoy wailed exaggeratedly at the table.

"I must see Gryffindor lose." Obviously Pansy was so worried about the team's failure last time, and he clenched his fists as he spoke.

"I hate female fans." Malfoy muttered."But I should be able to make a quick decision today, so I should go back to catch up after reading it." Thinking of this way, his mood seemed to be better.

"Our dean is the referee for this game, and Gryffindor must have suffered a lot." Pansy whispered, but Malfoy could feel the excitement in her tone.

Malfoy couldn't help holding his head up: "Is it really good to be happy for an unfair referee?"

Soon they came all the way to the stadium, and the audience's enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high.Cheers and cheers rang out even before the game started. Gryffindor was especially excited. This game was too crucial for them, but when they knew it was Snape who was the referee, it was obviously off the court. A boo.

"Ron, look, Professor Dumbledore is here." Hermione in the stands pulled Ron's sleeve and said.

Dumbledore dragged his robes into the meeting slowly.

"Thank God." Ron let out a sigh of relief. "So we can rest assured that Snape must not dare to mess around with him."

"No." Hermione frowned."Last time it seemed that Professor Dumbledore was in the stands," she said.

"Then why didn't he help Harry last time?" Ron was obviously not convinced.

"I don't know." She paused, and squeezed the magic wand in her hand: "So we still can't take it lightly."

"Remember, don't forget, it's'legged to death'." Hermione reminded Ron.

"I know." Ron was a little impatient."I still don't believe that he dares to mess with the public." He said again.

Hermione thought that the efficiency of stopping last time was too slow, so today she chose to use a new spell to deal with Snape.

On the court, the players from both sides came to the center of the court. As usual in the previous game, Mrs. Hooch said something like fair play and the game started.

"Hufflepuff free throw!" Snape said in a gloomy tone.

Less than a few minutes after the game started, Snape awarded Hufflepuff a free throw on the grounds that George hit him with a wandering ball and interfered with the referee.

Harry was still hovering on the court, like an eagle. He wanted to find the Snitch as soon as possible and let Snape favor Hufflepuff in as little time as possible.

"Hufflepuff free throws!" he said again, this time for no reason.

The Gryffindor students off the court boiled, and the harsh whistles came from all grades. Even the Hufflepuff students’ complexions were not very good. Obviously, in terms of their loyal personality, even if they were partial to them. As those with vested interests, they cannot accept it either.

"Well done." Pansy cheered with his hands up.

"Why don't you cheer, our academy has scored again." Pansy poked Malfoy with his arm.

"Oh, yeah!" Malfoy raised his hand stiffly and waved it."Good job!" he said dryly.

As soon as the voice fell, thunderous applause suddenly came from all around the stands. Except for their seats at the academy, there was a strange dead silence.

When Pansy reminded Malfoy, it seemed that the outcome had already been decided, and she had missed the crucial moment.

The voice of excitement sounded: "Oh my God, what I saw, there must have been many audiences who did not react just now, even I almost missed the historic moment! Harry Potter of the Gryffindor team just now Suddenly there was a beautiful dive, and his speed was so fast that I thought he was about to hit the ground, and the referee was the same." He took a breath and continued."Mr. Snape has already mounted his broomstick to rescue him. But Harry did not fall. He was just a few inches beside the referee. He successfully caught the Golden Snitch, and now he raises the Golden Snitch high. Hold it high, declaring your victory! Let us cheer, the audience, for this historic moment, we are fortunate to witness the fastest ending in Quidditch history!"

The huge cheers almost overturned the entire venue.

Ron still whispered: "Obviously, I just want to find a chance to fall into the rock." Ron, who said nothing just now, was shocked when he saw Snape riding a broomstick, so his current position was easy It has changed.

"Yeah." Hermione agreed."But Harry didn't give him a chance!" She smiled happily.

"Good job," a kind voice came from behind Harry, who looked back at Dumbledore's smiling face.""It's nice to see that you didn't think about that magic mirror all day. It's so good to live a very fulfilling life." The professor's voice was very small, and only he heard it.

Harry looked further behind and saw Snape spit on the ground fiercely. He thought it might be the happiest moment in his life, and his mood was happier than ever.He finally did something that is truly worthy of pride-no one will ever say that he just has a resounding name.The night air has never been so sweet.He walked across the damp grass, and the scene of the hour just now reappeared in his mind. It was some vaguely happy fragments: Gryffindor students ran over and put him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione Jumping up and down in the distance, Ron cheered for joy while dripping nosebleeds.

Harry had arrived at the broom shed.He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows shining red in the sunset.The Gryffindor team took the lead.He succeeded.

Some people are extremely happy, some are sad in life.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in someone's foot, and he was stepped on.He turned his head and looked over, Pansy's little flushed face.Malfoy saw her trembling all over and her eyes were red.

"I said earlier, don't come, I have to come to bear the blow." Malfoy obviously didn't say these words, which was obviously adding fuel to the fire, and now the first task is to cool down.But for a while, he couldn't find any comforting words.

"Who am I? I'm the rich second generation!" He suddenly patted his head.Slowly said to Pansy: "Gryffindor and the others are invincible. Harry Potter's broomstick is the latest light wheel 2000. Professor McGonagall seems to be fair, but in fact he is the most partial to them." Pansy nodded fiercely.Obviously agree with this reason."But this problem cannot continue to exist next year. I will ask my father to sponsor the Slytherin team. Next year's Light Wheel 2001 will definitely be better than them."

"Really? That's not a small amount?" Pansy couldn't believe it.

"For the honor of the academy, what is Jin Jialong." Malfoy said sternly.

Pansy stared at him blankly, and suddenly "chuffed" with a smile.Said: "Come on, you, the person who has the least sense of honor in the academy is you. I have to pull you in both competitions before you come."

"Uh..." Malfoy didn't know how to continue.

"But I know you are for me." Pansy's voice became quieter. Unlike the flushing caused by anger just now, her face was flushed shyly, shy and cute.

"Thank you." She said softly, and then kissed him on the cheek like a splash, then got up and ran away.

"Evil capitalism." Malfoy touched the place where he had been kissed, and couldn't help but sigh."But I like it." He added this to his heart.

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