Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

Malfoy woke up early on Saturday morning, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Always arrogant, he couldn't help being a little nervous at the moment, mainly because today would be his first match with the Slytherin Quidditch House team, and his father Lucius would also come to watch the match.

Malfoy's heart was turbulent. If he lost to Harry Potter in front of his father, it would be the second most embarrassing thing in his life, except for being almost expelled by Snape last semester.

He lay with eyes open for half an hour, then got up and dressed, and went downstairs for an early breakfast.When he arrived at the auditorium, his Slytherin teammates hadn't come yet, but he saw all the Gryffindor team members sitting around the empty long dining table with strange expressions on their faces.

Even though Goyle and Clark were not around, Malfoy still walked over quickly, and said in a strange way: "Seeing the new broom my dad bought for the Slytherin team, are you scared? If you're afraid, just throw in the towel."

Malfoy even expected that these Gryffindor brats would get hotheaded and rush forward to fight.Then he will tell them that this is the auditorium and will be locked up.

It's a pity that he was wrong. Harry looked at him with complicated eyes, and said vaguely, "Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I hope we can play with style and with excitement..."

Malfoy's complexion was completely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Since you don't know good from bad, don't lose too badly later."

He said something coldly, then left without looking at them again.

The anger in Malfoy's heart had already begun to rise and spread. He not only wanted to win Gryffindor but also severely humiliated him on the field.What was in Harry's gaze just now made him make up his mind even more.

The meaning expressed in that look just now turned out to be pity?

Why does this trash pity me?Malfoy snorted coldly and walked to the dressing room ahead of schedule.After the arena, let them talk about who should be pitied.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and the teachers and students of the whole school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.In the Slytherin locker room, captain Marcus Flint patted Malfoy's shoulder beside him, and said with a light smile, "Don't be nervous, our brooms are much better than theirs. Then don't worry about anything, Just get me the damn Golden Snitch."

The few people beside them laughed happily and kept shaking the Nimbus 2001 in their hands. This is also the best broomstick they have ever come into contact with.Malfoy forced a smile, and said to several people: "The guys in Gryffindor are too annoying, I think we should not only win them, but also humiliate them in front of the whole school through the game." fan."

"That's a good idea." Marcus Flint stroked his chin and thought, with a sinister expression on his face.

......

"Harry, come on!"

"Good luck Harry!"

Hermione and Ron hurried to help, Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, where's Brian?"

"He said he doesn't need to help you, this will be the easiest game for you." Ron said with some dissatisfaction, "What tactics did he formulate for you last time? I was driven away by Wood did not hear."

"Don't worry Ron!" Harry blinked at him, "If the plan goes well, there will be a good show to watch later."

After speaking, Harry walked into the locker room, and the players sat down in bright red Gryffindor uniforms. Wood did not give them a pre-match pep talk as usual.After seeing all the people, he raised his head and smiled slightly: "Do you understand the tactics?"

"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.

"There's nothing to say. It's up to you whether George and Fred can win. Come on, let's play."

When they came out of the locker room and walked to the field, they were greeted by a din of voices.Mostly cheers, because Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs would also like to see Slytherins defeated, and Nimbus 2001 is almost like a means of cheating.

But at the same time, the boos and boos of the Lytherins from the crowd could also be heard. The Quidditch referee Mrs. Hooch was a little surprised. The two captains who were originally diametrically opposed shook hands very friendly at this moment.

"Don't let me down!" Marcus Flint showed a sinister smirk.

"You too!"

Following Mrs. Hooch's whistle and the crowd's burst of cheers, all fourteen players jumped into the leaden sky.The Slytherin players arranged their positions according to the formation, and Malfoy flew to the highest point on a broomstick, circled around Harry who had just ascended several times, and shouted loudly

"Scarhead, you are so slow!"

In the middle of their conversation, Slytherin's Derian Pussy had thrown the Quaffle into the Gryffindor hoop.

"Slytherin lead, 10 to 0."

Aliya picked up the Quaffle and cooperated with Angelina to launch a counterattack forward.Under the obstruction of the two members of Slytherin, Angelina flicked her wrist slightly, and the Quaffle flew out and flew towards George.

"Hahahahahahahaha, Gryffindor idiots, are you scared?" Marcus Flint laughed exaggeratedly when he saw this, "You actually gave the Quaffle to a batter Hands, this kind of low-level mistakes beginners will not make."

Indeed, it is very inconvenient for batsmen with bats to participate in offensive scoring. Their task is generally only to protect teammates around them from the influence of bludgers, and to attack opposing players with the ball.

Facing the "sudden" Quaffle, George didn't panic at all. He just picked up his bat and hit the Quaffle fiercely. In the eyes of everyone, the Quaffle collided with the Bludger that just flew in front of him. , Qi Qi fell down.

The Slytherin players quickly landed on the ground and picked up the Quaffle to organize the attack. Before that, George had already used the weird glove on his left hand to put away the originally powerful Bludger.

"How is it possible..." Ron froze for a moment, "The Bludgers have been cast with special magic, how could they fall to the ground..."

Brian glanced at him and said, "What do you know, it's called science."

Ron wondered: "Sci...science??"

Without turning his head, Brian explained: "Do you know the three laws of motion of objects, do you know the principle of Darbellan? Do you know Laplacemon?"

The expression on Ron's face was even more puzzled. He didn't know what Brian was doing with these strange things, but he shook his head mechanically.

"That's your problem." Brian's mouth twitched, "You don't know anything, and you don't like watching the game, asking nonsense all day long."