Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is over and the school is running as usual again.

Malfoy still lived his seemingly peaceful campus life, with few exceptions in the cafeteria, library, dormitory, classroom, four-point-one-one.

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

Because let's say they win the game. They could very well end Slytherin's seven-year winning streak of the House Cup this year.

When the goal is out of reach, people usually give up the effort, and when the goal may be within reach of your toes, most people tend to grit their teeth and persevere. This is the true portrayal of the Gryffindor team.

The Weasley brothers on the training ground are getting weird again, they keep dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their broomsticks.

In the end, they were given a training session by Wood, followed by bad news: Snape will be the referee for this game.

In an instant, the faces of almost all the team members were covered with dark clouds. Obviously, the goal that could be achieved with a little effort before suddenly became an impossible task.

Everyone's morale has dropped, and the enthusiasm for training has also dropped a lot. Obviously, this is a fatal blow.

After the training was over, the Gryffindor players were still discussing quietly, chatting, guessing how Snape would embarrass them, and Harry didn't want to listen to them and went straight to the Gryffindor lounge , he wanted Hermione and Ron to give him advice, and he doubted that Snape would attack him.

Don't compete, Hermione said immediately.

Just say you're sick, said Ron.

Pretend to break your leg, Hermione suggested.

Really broke my leg, said Ron.

Harry raised his forehead painfully and said, I'm the only Seeker on the team, and the team can't play if I'm absent.

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 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 the bread and butter, feeling a little sluggish.

My eldest, can we not care if it's not the competition in our hospital? Do you know what time I went to bed last night? Malfoy on the dining table wailed exaggeratedly.

I must see Gryffindor lose. Pansy was clearly brooding over the team's defeat last time, clenching his fists as he spoke.

I hate female fans, Malfoy muttered. But today I should be able to make a quick decision. I'll go back to sleep after reading it. Thinking of this, his mood seemed to improve.

Our dean is the referee for this match, and Gryffindor will definitely suffer. Pansy whispered, but Malfoy could feel the excitement in her tone.

Malfoy couldn't help but help his forehead: Is it really good to be so happy for an unfair referee?

Soon they were all the way to the stadium, and the enthusiasm of the audience was unprecedented. Cheers, cheers, even before the game started, Gryffindor was especially excited, this game was too important for them, but when they knew it was Snape, it was obvious off the field. Boos.

Ron, look, Professor Dumbledore is here. Hermione in the stands said, tugging at Ron's sleeve.

Dumbledore dragged his robe slowly into the venue.

Thank goodness. Ron let out a sigh of relief. That way we can rest assured that Snape wouldn't dare to play tricks in front of 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 in disbelief.

I don't know. She paused and clenched her wand. So we can't take it lightly.

Remember, don't forget, it's 'legs stand to die'. Hermione reminded Ron.

Got it. Ron was a little impatient. I still don't believe he dares to play tricks in public, he said again.

Hermione thought the efficiency of the last stop 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 a fair game and the game started.

Hufflepuff free throws! Snape said gloomily.

Within minutes of the game, Snape awarded Hufflepuff a free throw for disturbing the referee by hitting a Bludger at him.

Harry was still circling the field, like an eagle, trying to find the Snitch as soon as possible, so that Snape would favor Hufflepuff for as little time as possible.

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

The Gryffindor students off the field were boiling, and the harsh whistles came from all grades. Even the Hufflepuff students didn't look very good. Obviously, in terms of their loyal characters, even if they were partial to them. , as vested interests, they also cannot accept.

Nice job. Pansy cheered with her hands raised.

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

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

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause suddenly came from all around the stands. Except for the seats on the side of their academy, there was a strange silence.

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

The excited voice of the commentator sounded: God, what did I see, there must have been many viewers who didn't react just now, and even I almost missed the historic moment! Harry Potter of Gryffindor just now Suddenly a nice dive, he was so fast that I thought he was about to hit the ground, and so did the referee, he continued, gasping for breath. Mr Snape was already on his broom and ready to rescue him. But Harry didn't fall, just inches from the referee, he managed to catch the Snitch, and now he's holding the Snitch high. Hold high and declare your victory! The audience let's cheer, for this historic moment, we are honored to witness the fastest game in Quidditch history!

The huge cheers almost overturned the entire venue.

Not enough, Ron still whispered: It's obviously just looking for an opportunity to get in the hole. Ron, who didn't believe what he said just now, was still shocked when he saw Snape riding a broom, so his current position was easy to follow. It's transformed.

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

Good job, came a kind voice from behind Harry, who looked back to see Dumbledore's smiling face. I'm glad to see that you don't think about that magic mirror all day long, it's great to live a full life. The professor's voice was so small that he was the only one who could hear it.

Harry looked further back, and saw Snape spit hard on the ground, he thought it might be the happiest moment of his life, and he was in a happier mood than ever. He finally did something really proud - no one will ever say he just had a big name again. The night air has never been so sweet. As he walked across the damp grass, the scene of the previous hour replayed in his mind, vague fragments of happiness: Gryffindor students running up to put him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione Jumping up and down in the distance, Ron cheered with a bloody nose.

Harry had come to the broom shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor took the lead. He succeeded.

Some people are happy, some people are sad.

There was a sudden sharp pain in someone's foot, and he was stepped on. He turned his head to look over, and it was Pansy's blushing little face. Malfoy saw that her whole body was shaking, and her eyes were red.

I said earlier not to come, but to come and take the blow. Malfoy obviously did not say these words, which obviously added fuel to the fire, and the first task now is to cool down. But he couldn't find any comforting words for a while.

Who am I? I'm a rich second generation! He suddenly patted his head. He slowly said to Pansy: Gryffindor and the others are invincible. Harry Potter's broom is the latest Nimbus 2000. Professor McGonagall seems to be fair, but in fact he is the most biased towards them. Pansy nodded sharply. Obviously very much agree with this reason. But this problem can't continue next year. I will ask my father to sponsor the Slytherin team. Next year's Nimbus 2001 will definitely be better than them.

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

For the honor of the academy, Jin Galleon is nothing. Malfoy said sternly.

Pansy stared at him blankly, and suddenly smiled. Said: Come on, you, the person with the least sense of honor in the academy is you, and you have to come after me to pull you in the two competitions.

Uh... Malfoy didn't know what to do next.

But I know you're here for me. Pansy's voice dropped, and unlike the flushing caused by anger just now, her face was now a shy flush, looking shy and cute.

Thank you, she said softly, then kissed him on the cheek lightly, then got up and ran away.

Damn capitalism. Malfoy sighed involuntarily as he touched the place where he was kissed just now. But I like it, he added in his heart.

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