Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

January passed quickly, and February is coming. Now the thing everyone is most looking forward to is the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. This game is very important. Leitlin made it to the final, thus winning the glory of this Quidditch House Cup.

At breakfast the next day, a circle of people surrounded Gryffindor College, and many Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students also went to join in the fun. Obviously, on the long table in Gryffindor, there were A streamlined and beautiful broom, the Firebolt, even if Augustus is not very interested in this sport, he can intuitively feel the popularity and powerful driving performance of this broom. Harry got this broom, It is like a tiger with wings added. With its keen talent and gorgeous equipment, it will be the nightmare of many seekers.

"Ah, oh, I'm afraid our college is in trouble now. The plot of the matter must be like this. After defeating Ravenclaw as a matter of course, we took advantage of the victory to defeat Slytherin in one fell swoop, and finally succeeded in being crowned under the eyes of everyone. If There is no surprise, this year's Quidditch seems to be nothing to watch." Lilian feared that the world would not be chaotic, and said indifferently while drinking pumpkin juice.

"How can you raise others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige like this? What about the Firebolt? They only have one. We have the Nimbus 2001 provided by my father. Well, although the two brooms are not at the same level, However, external things are always just appendages, the real Quidditch spirit is the spirit of competition, don’t give up, don’t give up, how can those stupid lions in Gryffindor understand this kind of thing.” Malfoy jumped from the table indignantly Standing up, he yelled loudly without shame, and the indifferent little snakes around him applauded in shock.

"That's right. Whether it's a duel or Quidditch, how can you give up lightly before the last second? If you are only intimidated by the opponent's external conditions, no matter how good the talent is, such a person is just A waste!" Saul seemed to agree with what Malfoy said, and nodded.

"Tsk tsk, I'm preaching passionate sentiment again. As a Slytherin, one should judge the situation, take every step at a time, and don't abandon anything, don't give up. You're a fool!" Loki curled his lips slightly, with disdain in his eyes.

"Hehe, fighting relies on instinct and intuition. You can count everything. In the face of real combat perception and rhythm, you can only be led by others. It is impossible to know a person's combat rhythm through calculation. Controlling the battle situation, relying on experience and subconscious actions in battle, you think that there is still time for you to carefully calculate in the fierce battle where every second counts, what a joke." Sol Hai's blue pupils are full of wildness, and his words are full of oppression.

"The defeated general dares to talk to me about a duel?" Loki glanced at Thor casually. "If it wasn't for your poor understanding of duels, you wouldn't have lost so badly last time. You can understand the essence of duels." How much? You are no more than a barbarian who fights based on feeling, as a magician, you rely on your brain to fight, understand!"

In fact, no matter what Loki said or Thor's words, there is a bit of his own understanding in it. There is no absolute who is right and who is wrong. Battle is a matter of ever-changing changes, whether it is relying on fine absolute calculations or Relying on the intuitive instinct of fighting, in the battle, stepping out of your own rhythm is the real light of victory. The two fighting styles are actually related to their personalities.

Malfoy yawned boredly. He was rather sleepy after hearing about the so-called fighting. This kind of thing had nothing to do with him. He was just a soy saucer.Seeing Harry, who was proudly showing off his broom not far away, Malfoy seemed to have found a goal for recreation.

"Surely you can handle that broom, Potter?" said a cold, drawn-out voice.

Draco Malfoy came up to take a closer look, with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

"Yeah, probably." Harry said casually.

"Many features, this broom?" said Malfoy, a malicious gleam in his eye. "Too bad it doesn't have a parachute...in case you get too close to the dementor."

Pansy covered her mouth and sneered, and most of the Slytherins snickered too.

"What a pity you can't get another arm, Malfoy," said Harry, "otherwise it could have caught the Snitch for you." The Gryffindor team laughed loudly.

"Oh, it looks like you don't worry about your big friend. Hasn't he shed tears these days? That disgusting big beast is about to say goodbye to this world. How touching. I seem to have done everyone a good thing After all, there is one less beast that can hurt people, don't you think?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, as if expecting Harry's anger.

But it was obvious that Harry didn't seem to reflect any sadness at all, instead he showed a weird smile, "Malfoy, you did a good job, you did a great thing for everyone, I believe that when that day comes, All Hogwarts students will be honored for what you have done, and you are worthy of being a well-deserved Slytherin star, which is really touching." Harry put on a humble look filled with emotion, and Ron smiled Strange smile.

Malfoy doesn't like this feeling of being out of control, especially it seems that someone else knows something first, but he is still in the valley. This kind of ignorance and astonishment is simply terrible, "Potter, Wait, don't shed tears when your big beast friend leaves you, maybe your dementor brothers will send you a comforting kiss, just wait." Malfoy gave Ron a vicious look, Back off.

At a quarter past ten, the Gryffindor team headed off to the dressing room.The weather was so different from when they played Hufflepuff.It was a cool, clear day with little wind; there should be no visibility problems this time, and Harry, nervous as he was, was beginning to feel the excitement that only a Quidditch match could bring.They could hear the rest of the school coming to the terraces around the pitch.They walked onto the field and were greeted with thunderous applause.The Ravenclaw team wears blue jerseys.Already standing in the middle of the field.