The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Perhaps it was because Gryffindor's goalkeeper was Ron, who was playing for the first time, so Slytherin quickly led by three goals.

When the game got very heated, the two batsmen of the Slytherin team didn't care so much, and Goyle and Crabbe focused their energy on Harry.

"Hurry up... Hurry up..." Cyrus stared closely at Harry who was riding the Firebolt as he whizzed past. He also saw the unique flash of gold in the gray weather, "right there !Harry...over there!"

Cyrus didn't care whether his own voice would be overwhelmed by the cheers of the crowd, he just kept shouting, and tried to stand up several times, only to realize that there was someone sitting on top of Hermione when he saw the crumbling Hermione.

The girl drilled her ear with her little finger, leaned back helplessly, and lay on his body.

"This kind of sport is obviously very dangerous... I really don't understand why there are so many people chasing after it..." She muttered, it was definitely not because she was not good at flying, absolutely not!

"Honey, I thought the same before I flew," Cyrus retorted, "You don't understand the feeling of flying around in the air... Smaug has already brought you to experience it"

"But only once!!"

Yes, Hermione also likes to slide in valleys and lakes, letting the cold wind and clouds blow against her face, but...

Too much trouble, yes!It is very troublesome! !

Cyrus didn't speak, just blinked his eyes, listening to Lee Jordan's commentary, but in his heart, he kept thinking, what can make up for Hermione's shortcomings, Smaug is also good...but it's really inconvenient .

"Harry's got it...Harry's got it!" Lee Jordan yelled, bringing him back to life, "Everybody up! Harry Potter...Gryffindor's Gold Seeker , never missed!!"

But even after the game was over, Crabbe still hit the Bludger fiercely at Harry. Amidst the anger and boos of the audience, and Mrs. Hooch's sharp whistle, Harry fell from a height of ten feet.

Not dead, but at least a broken bone, not to mention that Crabbe finally hit Harry's lower back after the game.

Faster than Dean McGonagall was Cyrus, he and Hermione stood up together when they won in Gryffindor, the wand shook out of Cyrus' sleeve, almost instantly...

"ArrestoMomentum (shock reduction stop speed)~"

Harry started rapidly, then slowly floated down, and was finally stopped by Hermione.

The sneak attack after the game was nothing to be encouraged. Crabbe's unsportsmanlike behavior aroused dissatisfaction among many people, and the wizards threw their things over.

"Stop!" Malfoy turned pale and yelled at the crowd angrily, his hair was covered with notes thrown by the audience.

"Humph..."

Harry just gave him a cold look, then turned to celebrate with the players, Ron leaned against the goal post, and Lavender happily threw the towel to him.

"Weasley! Weasley!" Jordan shouted happily, "The three brothers competed for the first time and also in the last year, and they won a big victory!!"

"Weasley is the stinkiest goalkeeper ever...Hey, do you like the lyrics I wrote?" Malfoy continued, "Such a stinky goalkeeper...Does the Weasley family live in a pigsty?! "

Perhaps in Malfoy's view, it was Harry who lost, not some rubbish Weasley...

Cyrus was still sitting on the stool, thinking about this year's Christmas presents, completely ignoring the sour cheers and celebrations below.

Hermione sat next to him, still thinking about the next training content that needed to be prepared.

"Malfoy... tell me one more thing! Try it!!" Fred froze, turning his head with red eyes, Angelina and Katie waited for several people to hold him back.

"Isn't it? Your father is a useless piece of shit..."

"Sour grapes!" Angelina comforted him, begging bitterly, "He's just sour for our victory, don't pay attention to this villain... Fred, the teachers are still here... .”

"Your father is a damn Death Eater!!" Ron roared again.

Fred's brute force, with a big wave of his hand, scattered three or four people holding his hand, only to hear him yelling at the rest area where the clothes were placed: "The magic wand is flying!"

Almost instantly, a blue light filled Malfoy's proud eyes, and then he became a little confused.

Ron was stopped by Lavender and Neville, but Harry and George let go almost at the same time, and ran after Fred. Malfoy's screams made the surrounding audience laugh even more happily.

He was punched in the face, his stomach was hit by Harry's knee, his whole body arched like a shrimp, and Fred kicked Malfoy forward with a run-up kick.

"Aren't you very capable?" Fred held his wand upside down, and the hot blue flame stuck straight into Malfoy's head, "You're just like your father...disgusting...disgusting! !"

"Get up! Use the wizard's way to duel!!"

Crabbe, Goyle, and the rest of the team saw Fred take the wand, so they quickly retrieved their weapons and pointed at Fred, who was on Malfoy's back.

Harry and George quickly activated their lightsabers and stood in front of Fred.

"Not good!" Hermione saw the beams of light gradually lighting up on the gray court, and the new students were not doing well. "They were impulsive..."

If it was just a simple fight, maybe it was just a review and confinement, but now both sides are involved, but for some reason, Hermione was a little excited when she saw the blue, yellow, and purple lights flashing on Harry's side.

It's a pity...that there is no red...

Under the eyes of the teachers and professors, a group of people fought together. Mrs. Hooch couldn't stop both parties with the blocking spell. Her blocking spell was regarded as a Slytherin attack, and George blocked it.

"Teach them a lesson!" Mandy lay on the fence, waving her fists.

Obviously it was the group of Slytherins who made the move first, and they even made mockery, insulting the Weasleys and Muggles together, in their opinion, they deserved it!

Just when George rushed in front of Goyle, under Malfoy's panic and fearful eyes, he swung sideways at Goyle...

Amid the screams of some girls, a green 'light saber' blocked George. It was Professor Flitwick. He flipped somersaults from the teacher's platform almost instantly, and quickly jumped down.

"Three feet back!" Flitwick duel master lightly pushed with his left hand, and George was pushed back, colliding with Harry behind him.

"You guys are crazy...is there anyone like you?!" Flitwick stood alone in the middle of the two sides, and everyone stopped moving, "Go back and reflect on everything!"

What worried Cyrus and Hermione still happened. Umbridge pushed Fred away, and pulled up Malfoy, who was a little weak in fright. The latter looked at the wands in their hands in shock. .

Isn't that what Cyrus and Hermione would do?These goddamn Weasleys and Potters...

Do not!more than!

Malfoy raised his head and found that most of the wands were almost familiar. Those who stood on Cyrus' side would all have a plasma flame energy body restrained by the energy of the Iron Armor Curse in front of them.

"It's really good~" Umbridge said slimyly, "I've never seen such a scene...cause a group fight...."

"Confinement!" Mag also ran to the middle of the venue, "From now on, I don't care what your reasons are...I will punish each of you for a week of confinement!!"

"Confinement? I almost died just now!" Goyle saw Umbridge and seemed to have found the backbone, he was pulled up from the ground by Crabbe, "Professor Umbridge... this is much more serious than a brawl! "

Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, landing on Hermione's hair and woolen shawl.