Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

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

Swing steadily, everyone. Malfoy sat casually in front of 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 attack, so the Slytherin team was almost guaranteed to win. The premise is that as long as the battle is not resolved by the savior within a few minutes, it will be fine.

And Pansy has barely learned the Patronus Charm, so he doesn't have to worry.

There is no need to mobilize before the war. Slytherin students are naturally resistant to this kind of agitation, and their desire for glory in their hearts is already the best catalyst. And they prefer practical things to ethereal things.

Win, I'll treat you. Malfoy added at the end, then raised his teacup and said,

Fuck those Gryffindor sluts! A big man stood up and shouted loudly, and the other players immediately picked up their teacups and drank it. Malfoy's big shot they've seen, and it only fuels their thirst for Saturday's win.

Soon came the day of the game.

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

After a while, it was time to enter.

The Gryffindor pupils were all donning their scarlet robes, and the wind was blowing so hard they all staggered as they walked to the pitch. In the rumble of thunder, they couldn't hear the cheers of the audience at all. They tried their best to appear high-spirited, but what they showed was embarrassed, because the rain blurred their eyes and the mud was covered with mud. up their trousers.

It's really bad weather, complained another girl in the Gryffindor team. In this weather, she had to turn her head up and put it in a bun under the hood, otherwise the rain would disturb her at any time. the swing.

The Slytherin players will have a harder time adapting than us, Wood said, comforting his players' impetuous emotions.

But when they officially played, they were surprised to find that,

The Slytherin players looked much more at ease than they had imagined.

The captains of the two sides stepped up to shake hands, and the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, gave Wood a defiant smile: Poor Gryffindor can't even buy a decent waterproof robe. Are you up? If you don't mind, maybe our team can sponsor you a few more games next year. Right? Flint said, looking back at his teammates, as if he was really thinking about it.

Oh, I'm sorry. Marcus suddenly lengthened his voice and apologized in a fake 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 in seven years? Then I tell you, This year will be the eighth year.

A sharp and continuous whistle sounded suddenly, which was blown by Mrs. Hooch. She was unsmiling, and her eyes were fixed on the two, which symbolized a warning. The provocation of the Slytherin team was too much, and she did not want to. Watching a good game turn into a brawl.

I hope your lip service is as good as you are on the field. Wood ignored Madam Hooch's eyes and retorted. He has accumulated a lot of anger these days and needs to vent. is a good object.

A slightly short whistle sounded again, which symbolized preparation. All the players were holding their brooms. It seemed that Mrs. Hooch also saw that the gunpowder between the two sides was so strong that it could not be solved by mediation. It's better for them to compete in the game.

Get on the broom. Everyone saw Mrs. Hooch's mouth. At this time, the wind almost covered the entire stadium, and it was difficult for Mrs. Hooch's voice to reach this side.

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

Afterimages began to appear over the Quidditch pitch, of course, not because they were too fast, but because the rain had picked up and interfered with people's sight, and even the commentary was vague for some. The situation is briefly mentioned, because he himself can't see clearly.

The bad weather even made it impossible for the players to see 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.

The Gryffindor players weren't much better, they were all swaying as if the wind would blow them off their brooms at any moment, and with the occasional Bludgers, the icy rain soaked everyone's body. The jersey, they were all miserable, but they all gritted their teeth.

By the way, Harry was still wearing a pair of glasses, and on a rainy day, the drag of this cumbersome drag was magnified, and the raindrops slid down the sides of his glasses, interfering with his movements, and Slytherin's The Seeker, Pansy, was also constantly disturbing him. She followed him closely with her broom. Even if there was a golden streak in his eyes, when he moved, the girl would fight. He gritted his teeth desperately to catch up with him, leaving him no time to distract himself.

In this case, it was extremely difficult to even resort to the most conventional scoring methods, not to mention the competition for the Golden Snitch.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the entire court for a moment, and then returning to darkness. After that, the players on both sides returned to the ground, and it should be one of the players who proposed a timeout.

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

They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the field. Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robe.

What's the score?

Zero to zero. Wood gasped heavily, his physical strength was too much, and he was just taking advantage of the moment to recover a little bit of physical strength. That group of big guys didn't seem to think about getting points! They've been harassing us, and with the current ghost weather, Merlin is on top, do we have to fight until the night? Wood's tone was a little frustrated, and then he turned his attention to Harry: You are our only hope, as long as you catch the Snitch as soon as possible, we will win!

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