Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Compared with the heat in the Gryffindor lounge, Slytherin looked much calmer here.Eight? One? Chinese ㈠?? ㈧? ㈧㈧?

In the lounge, the corner fireplace faintly reveals a dark red color, maintaining a comfortable temperature in the room.

"Swing steady, everyone." Malfoy sat casually at a long wooden table, glanced at the players, and said.

He didn't have much expectations for the first game. If nothing else, the group of dementors would definitely take action, so the Slytherin team would almost certainly win.The premise is as long as the battle is not resolved within a few minutes by the savior.

And Pansy could barely learn the Patronus Curse, so he didn't have to worry about it.

There is no need for pre-war mobilization. The Slytherin students are naturally resistant to this kind of agitation. The thirst for glory in their hearts is already the best catalyst.And they prefer actual things to illusory things.

"Win, I will treat you." Malfoy added at last, then raised his teacup and said,

"Fuck that group of Gryffindor girls!" A big guy stood up and shouted loudly. The other players immediately picked up their tea cups and stood up and drank them.They have seen Malfoy's generous shots, which made their thirst for victory in Saturday's game even stronger.

Soon it was the day of the game.

The sky was dark and terrifying, the thunder rumbling in the air, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the forbidden forest in the distance were endless. The students in the common room on both sides were discussing the tactics and tactics that should be adopted today. means.

After a while, it's time to enter.

The Gryffindor students all put on their scarlet robes, and the wind was blowing so hard that they staggered when they walked to the court.In the rumble of thunder, they could not hear the cheers of the audience at all. They tried their best to make themselves look energetic, but what they showed was embarrassing, because the rain blurred their eyes and they were muddy. Up their trousers.

"This is really bad weather." Another girl in the Gryffindor team complained. In this weather, she had to hold her head up, put it in a bun and put it in her hood, otherwise the rain would disturb her at any time. Of the wave.

"The Slytherin players will be more difficult to adapt than us." Wood said, comforting the impetuous emotions of his players.

But when they were officially on the court, they were surprised to find that the Slytherin players looked much more comfortable than they thought.

The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands with each other. Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, gave Wood a provocative smile: "Poor Gryffindor can't even buy a decent waterproof game gown. Are you up? If you don't mind, maybe our team can sponsor you a few more for next year's game. Right?" Flint said, looking back at his teammates, as if he was really thinking about it.

"Oh, sorry." Marcus suddenly stretched out his voice and apologized in a false manner, "I forgot. You should have graduated next year. It seems that you don't have this chance." As he said, The players behind also laughed, and then Marcus poked Wood's chest with his finger, and said again: "I heard that you haven't won a trophy for seven years? Then I'll tell you, This year will be the eighth year."

A sharp and continuous whistle sounded suddenly. It was made by Mrs. Hooch. She was unsmiling and stared at the two with her eyes tight. This symbolized a warning that the Slytherin team was too provocative, she didn't want to Watching a good match turned into a fight.

"I hope your lips are as powerful as on the court." Wood ignored Madam Hooch's eyes and sneered at each other. His anger has been accumulated a lot in the past few days, and he needs to vent. It is reasonable and reasonable. It is a good object.

A slightly short whistle sounded again, which symbolized preparation. All the players held their broomsticks. It seems that Mrs. Hooch also saw that the smell of gunpowder on both sides was so strong that mediation could no longer be resolved. They competed better in the competition.

"Go to the broomstick." Everyone saw Madam Hooch's mouth. The sound of the wind at this time almost covered the entire stadium, and Madam Hooch's voice was difficult to reach here.

"Qu..." The whistle symbolizing the opening finally sounded.

Afterimages began to appear over the Quidditch stadium. Of course, this was not because they were too fast, but because the rain began to get heavy and interfered with people’s sight. Even the explanation was vague. The situation was passed on, because he himself couldn't see clearly.

The bad weather even made the players lose sight of their teammates. The two Slytherin players almost collided in mid-air, but in the end one player changed direction in time to avoid the accident.

Gryffindor’s players are not much better. They swayed one by one, as if they would be blown off the broomstick at any time. Coupled with the wandering ball that appeared from time to time, the cold rain soaked everyone’s. The jerseys, they are all miserable, but they all gritted their teeth.

By the way, Harry was still wearing glasses. In heavy rain, the cumbersome drag effect was magnified. The raindrops of rain dripped from the frame of his glasses, interfering with his actions, and Slytherin’s Pansy, the seeker, was also constantly interfering with him. She clung to the tail of the broom and followed him tightly. Even if there was a golden flash across his eyes in the mist, the girl would fight after he moved. Gritting his teeth fatefully caught up with him, leaving him no time to be distracted.

In this case, even the most conventional means of scoring is extremely difficult, let alone the competition of the Golden Snitch.

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the entire stadium for a moment, and then returned to the gloom. After that, the players on both sides returned to the ground, and one of the players should have proposed a timeout.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled to the players, "Come on, get down there—"

They squeezed under a big umbrella on the edge of the court.Harry took off his glasses and wiped them quickly on his robe.

"What's the score?"

"Zero to zero." Wood gasped heavily, his physical exertion was too great, just taking advantage of now to recover a little physical strength."That group of big guys didn't seem to think about getting points! They have been harassing us, and in this ghostly weather now, Merlin is on, do we have to fight till night?" Wood's tone was a little frustrated, and then he turned his eyes to Harry: "You are our only hope. As long as you catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, we will win!"

"I can't do anything with my glasses," Harry said sadly, waving his glasses.(To be continued.)