Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The days passed quickly, and as we entered November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning there is frost on the ground.

Malfoy at the dining table couldn't help yawning. Yesterday he read a book late, because he thought that today was a Quidditch match and basically the whole school had no classes, so he stayed up for a while. Unexpectedly, he was forcibly pulled from the bed by Pansy this morning.

First, why are girls allowed to go to the men's bed at will? Second, why are everyone so fanatical about this game? Malfoy mechanically repeated his movements, stuffing the bread into his mouth with two huge dark circles under his eyes. inside. Heart can not help but slander.

Today is the most critical day. If we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us. Pansy analyzed the Quidditch situation and the impact on the House Cup next to Malfoy.

Anyway, Dumbledore will give this year's House Cup to the Lions in order to gain Harry's reputation. Malfoy knew it well, but he would not say it.

Not to mention that others still have the aura of the protagonist. The Golden Snitch flew directly into the mouth, how can this side win. Naturally, these words could not be said to Pansy. Malfoy could only say a few words perfunctorily: As far as Gryffindor's small bodies are concerned, our team can definitely crush them, so don't worry about it.

By the way, I heard that the savior is still a Gryffindor Seeker, and their captain also said that it is a secret weapon. What can the first grade do? Can't cheat? Pan Xi said and took two pieces. The bread spreads jam in the middle.

Miss, when it comes to cheating, most people will first think of whether our academy is good or not. Malfoy wanted to laugh. When it comes to Quidditch, Slytherin is not cheating, but there are so many tricks that many people don't have a good impression of their team.

You're almost there. Pansy gave Malfoy a hopeful look. Strictly suppress their arrogance.

Stop doing this, I'm not interested, I wouldn't even watch the game today if you hadn't told me to. Malfoy naturally refused.

Not interested? That means you're actually pretty good, right? Pansy seemed to catch the loophole in Malfoy's words.

Don't talk while eating. Malfoy shoved a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth, and then Pansy could only make a slight whimper and glared at Malfoy.

You want to murder me? The piece of bread seemed to be a bit big, and Pansy swallowed it for a long time before it was completely solved, and also drank a big sip of honey tea.

You're murdering me by asking me to go to those events. You know...

Time is life. Pansy said strangely. Are you bothered, what's wrong with my murder? You are willing to go today, or you are not willing to go.

Okay, okay. Malfoy waved his hand for mercy.

Just collect information on the Dark Lord. Malfoy tried his best to convince himself that today's event was meaningful.

It's about the same. Pan Xi raised his head, as if to declare his victory again.

At eleven o'clock it seemed that the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were almost raised to mid-empty, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Due to Pansy's high enthusiasm, Malfoy and her were still early, and they were sitting in the front, but for this kind of competition, the difference between the front and rear seats was not really big.

Oops. Pansy patted his forehead. I forgot to bring my binoculars. Then he looked at Malfoy eagerly, hoping he had a solution.

Don't look at me, why don't I use the Flying Charm?

Go to hell. It was obvious that Malfoy was joking, and it was too far from the dormitory. The flying spell also has a distance limit,

Dumbledore's shot might be okay.

Actually, I can't see clearly and the blow will be lighter later, Malfoy thought to himself.

Close your eyes, Malfoy said softly, still ready to grant Pansy's wish.

Pansy immediately followed suit.

You're not arrogant at all when you ask someone. Malfoy couldn't help but chuckle.

Broad horizons! Malfoy whispered the spell.

As a wizard who pursues progress, self-created spells can be said to be a demarcation point. In a sense, only after you create or improve a spell can you truly be regarded as entering the realm of magic, otherwise it can only be counted as Pick up the wisdom of the predecessors. Professor Lockhart, who will be teaching next year, although his strength is mediocre, he is still prosperous in the magic world after only relying on one-handed improvements to forget everything.

Innovation is the primary productive force. Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.

The first self-created spell was used in this kind of place. Malfoy didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As far as human nature is concerned, aggressiveness and ruthlessness have long been deeply embedded in the genes. If Malfoy could, of course, he would also like to create a lethal spell like Shenfeng Wuying, but it seems that it has already backfired.

Auxiliary is also good. Malfoy can only comfort himself.

You can open your eyes.

Now I finally understand why you run to the library all day. Pansy looked towards the center of the court, and felt like he was listening to the captain's words around the Slytherin players, any small movements of any Slytherin player. She couldn't escape her eyes, and she even saw the spit stars that Flint spat out when he spoke.

So-so, Pansy commented. I also want to hear what they have to say.

I really can't do this. Malfoy shrugged helplessly.

It's useless. Pansy pouted.

Hey, are you crossing the river and demolishing the bridge?

Don't be noisy, the game is about to start.

Sure enough, no matter which female fan in the world is unreasonable. Malfoy felt a little hurt.

The game is about to start, and Mrs. Hooch is standing in the center of the court as the referee, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players of both sides.

The stands outside the stadium were full of people, some people holding banners, some people waving small flags made by themselves. Some people quietly and intently observe teammates on both sides with binoculars. Some people are wandering. Yes, it was Malfoy, who was looking around while everyone else was looking forward to the game.

Infatuated professor, when the beloved dies, she will continue to be her son's nanny. Malfoy soon saw Snape, still with that gloomy expression, but his eyes swept to Harry from time to time.

Moving his gaze, Malfoy soon saw Professor Quirrell in a hood.

This is the real lucky E. You can meet the Dark Lord wherever you go in the wild. Malfoy sighed. However, the BOSS only uses you as cannon fodder.

His eyes moved again, sweeping across the highest row, and he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, next to Simonaway and others, they were pulling a banner made of sheets that said Potter must be Victory, a lion of Gryffindor was painted below, and Hermione whispered a spell, causing the paint on the banner to shimmer in different colors.

The players on both sides gradually moved closer to the center, and Mrs. Hooch raised her voice: Listen, I hope everyone can participate in the game fairly and honestly. When Mrs. Hooch spoke, her eyes stayed on the captain of the Slytherin team. On the body, it is obviously a special warning.

Please get on your broomsticks.

Both players mounted their brooms.

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game begins.

Equipment crushing, how does this work? Malfoy's eyesight is very good, and he can still see the situation on the field without applying magic. But when he saw the speed of the crowd when he took off, he couldn't help shaking his head. No wonder the team has to get sponsorships in the second year, the gap is too big. Harry took the lead and rushed into the sky with a broom. The Slytherin and Fendor players are clearly behind him.

The ensuing game you come and go, Malfoy just finds it boring. The existence of the Golden Snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this kind of game, and a game that almost puts the outcome of the game on one person is really nothing to watch.

Whoever goes up and uses the Quaffle to get 200 or 300 percent to hit this rule. Malfoy couldn't help but think maliciously.

Gryffindor keeper Wood made a nice move to break the ball and now Gryffindor has the ball - that's Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell, over the pitch, Rush around Flint nimble — ouch — that must hurt. Lee Jordan's voice echoed loudly over the field. Malfoy only lamented the professionalism of the event. As a commentator, how can there be such an obvious bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful, perfect as soon as he has the ball. Slytherin has nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a sentence from a previous life: Long live Italy. The narrator who said this sentence was also criticized.

The game then continued. Flint fouled, he rammed Harry and gave Gryffindor a free-kick. But it seems that they did not seize this opportunity.

At this moment, Harry on the court seemed to feel that something was wrong with his broom. He couldn't command it at all. The broom turned left and right in the air, shaking violently from time to time, almost falling him off.

Ron, look, Harry's broom is a little abnormal. Hermione seemed to have noticed the problem first.

Harry's broom twitched and wriggled wildly, slowly, higher and higher, pulling Harry away from the arena.

Harry's talent is as strong as his dad's, don't worry, Hagrid muttered. He had to be a little late because of his pile of magical creatures. It must be a Gryffindor scheme, you know—impossible! Hagrid suddenly exclaimed.

All the people in the stands were now pointing upwards at Harry. His broom began to tumble and roll, and Harry could barely hold on to it. Suddenly, there was another frantic twist on the broom, and Harry was thrown off by it. He was now holding the broom handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

Did there be a problem with the broom handle when Flint hit him just now? Seamus whispered.

That's the latest Nimbus 2000. Ron's voice trembled.

It must be black magic. Hermione gave her own inference, and said a telescope that had snatched Hagrid, but instead of looking at the field, she looked at the crowd in the stands.

Soon she seemed to have found her target and quickly left the small group of Gryffindors.

Little girl is about to move. Malfoy watched Hermione squeeze through the crowd with difficulty and come to the stand where Snape was.

It's a pity that I found the wrong person. Malfoy touched his nose and sat watching the show.

Your IQ is worrying. Malfoy stared at Quirrell, who was accidentally interrupted by Hermione, and couldn't help laughing. He knew how much he would dare to deal with Harry in full view. Dumbledore was not a vegetarian, even without Hermione. It is impossible for Old Deng to let Harry have an accident.

The curse stopped, and Harry's broom was back to normal.

Suddenly there was a tidal wave of cheers from the stands, and people stood up and clapped their hands. Harry spat out the snitch in his mouth, waved his broom, and said, I got the snitch!. Lee Jordan loudly announced the result of the game, 170 points to 60, Gryffindor won the game.

Damn. Pansy said bitterly.

So you're pinching my leg, ma'am. Malfoy only felt a tingling pain in his thigh, Pansy pinched him hard, as if to vent, as for whose leg was pinched, it didn't matter. Pansy is concerned.

Never sit with female fans again. Malfoy said to himself secretly.

Finally, there is a two-second silence for Mr. Snape whose robes were burned. Malfoy finally glanced silently at the professor who had been slapped by Hermione.

Let's go. Pan Xi stood up angrily, and was thrown back on the chair just after taking a step.

The horizon is the same! Malfoy couldn't help smiling. Obviously, Pansy, who didn't lift the spell, couldn't notice his feet.

Get up. Malfoy stretched out his hand to pull Pansy up and take her away. But she lowered her head and seemed to be thinking about something.

It was just a fluke that they won today, right? Pansy said suddenly, looking at Malfoy.

Definitely a fluke. Malfoy could only follow her.

We will definitely win next year, right?

Of course, Malfoy reassured.

You will definitely avenge us, right?

That's right. Malfoy felt like he was being put on the line as soon as he said it.

Very good, I'm in a much better mood now. A smile suddenly appeared on Pansy's face, like a ray of sunshine cast by the rainy clouds. Let's go. Pansy said happily, as if the loss of the game had no effect on her.

Malfoy: ...

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