Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The first game of the Quidditch season came on Saturday.

Before eleven o'clock, all the teachers and students rushed to the Quidditch pitch one after another and gathered on the platform.

In the Slytherin locker room, Marcus led six players into green robes, ready to go.

"This is the first time we have used a brand new tactic, but I am confident enough that the effect of these two months of training is obvious to all." Marcus looked at the players standing in a row and said seriously: "Look at your hands. The light wheel in the 2001, the latest model, has an absolute speed advantage.

In this game, we have to win no matter what, because we cannot afford the consequences of losing. "

"Next, let the best Seeker in the history of Slytherin speak."

After the words fell, everyone looked at the door, and Aaron lifted the green curtain and walked in with a dark face.

"That's why you asked the prefect to call me here?"

"The morale boost is necessary," Marcus said solemnly. "I'm sure Wood is doing the same thing now."

"The problem is that I still have things to do, very important, very important things."

When Aaron checked the book a few days ago, he found that it recorded the weakness of the basilisk, the crowing of the rooster.

This discovery made him ecstatic, and there was a feeling of a bright future.

But he didn't dare to show it, he just wanted to steal Hagrid's roosters quietly, no, he borrowed one or two for protection.

After all, now that the enemy is in the dark, if it is accidentally exposed, the heir of Slytherin will know that he has discovered the identity of the monster, which is not a good thing.

However, it was difficult for him to find a chance to strike. Hagrid, the forest guard, was not usually conscientious.

After finally waiting for the day of the Quidditch match, most of the students and teachers were not in the castle, and Hagrid also left the hut to watch the match live.

This time is quite rare, everything is equivalent to being undefended.

Catch two roosters and put them in the dormitory without anyone noticing.

As for whether Hagrid would doubt it?There are too many creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and it's normal for one or two to come out occasionally.

But as soon as he was about to act, the prefect Naylor came over in person and invited him here to cheer for the Slytherin team.

The great opportunity was just missed, but he had no place to complain, so naturally his mood was not much better.

"Today's Quidditch match is Slytherin's top priority.

I made Naylor invite you with shame, and you certainly wouldn't refuse the prefect's request. "

Aaron gave a far-fetched smile and gave Marcus a thumbs up, "You are amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Marcus said very usefully.

Aaron glanced at the Slytherin players, "I won't say much about encouragement, I believe you have heard a lot.

I like to be honest, as long as everyone wins this game, I will personally contribute a hundred gold Galleons as a reward. "

After the words fell, the Slytherin house team, including Marcus, was a little excited, even Draco, who was not short of money, was the same.

To be honest, they drank a lot of chicken soup for the soul these days, and they have long been immune.

None of them wanted to lose this game, but apart from honors, being able to have more substantial benefits was also a huge motivation.

"You're telling the truth?" asked Derian the Chaser.

"Senior, you know me, and you mean what you say." Aaron said meaningfully, "But I definitely can't take it out now. After I win, I will hand it over to Draco and let him send it to you."

"I heard it all, and now we have one more reason not to lose." Marcus said, "Get ready to play."

Seeing the seven players standing at the entrance of the stadium, Aaron hesitated and stopped Draco, "I didn't want to come, but now that I'm here, I have to remind you."

"You said."

"I know you don't like Harry Potter, but this is a team game, so...don't put your personal emotions into it."

Draco nodded, "Don't worry, I'm fully prepared, I won't lose the chain."

"That's good.

In addition, don't be too nervous, protecting yourself is also an important job for the Seeker. Aaron said, looking at the crowded stadium, and noticed the particularly conspicuous giant Hagrid, and couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.

Let's go ahead with the plan!This game is a protracted game, and there should be plenty of time.

The door was slowly opened, and the sun shone on everyone's faces, followed by deafening cheers.

A total of fourteen members of Gryffindor and Slytherin rode on their brooms and flew over the pitch at the same time.

The eyes of the two captains collided, as if sparks had exploded in mid-air, and the atmosphere suddenly became more serious.

The other team members also stared at each other, no one convinced the other.

With a whistle, the Bludger, Quaffle, and Snitch all jumped out of the box.

Twelve players raced to find the Quaffle that could score.

Neither Harry nor Draco participated, but flew to a higher position, looking for the golden light spots that appeared and disappeared in the field.

Harry looked around cautiously, but within 2 minutes he realized something was wrong.

Draco on the opposite side didn't mean to look for the Golden Snitch, but stared at him vigilantly, which made him feel hairy.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Nothing, I'm just looking for the Snitch."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Draco shrugged, "It's none of my business whether you believe it or not."

Ding Dong!

The sound of the gong sounded.

Just as the two faced each other, Slytherin scored a goal and scored ten points.

"So fast?" Harry looked at the referee's seat in disbelief.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Draco smacked his lips, "This is the advantage in equipment, Gryffindor can't keep up with Slytherin's speed.

Our original plan was to score a goal in 3 minutes, but now it seems that it is not satisfactory. "

"You..." Harry was about to say something when a quick wind came from his ear.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and a Bludger flew past his head.

"Be careful, Potter, it's no fun winning too easily."

Harry glared at him fiercely, and simply stopped looking for the target in place, and immediately controlled the broom to fly in the opposite direction.

But after a while, Draco appeared next to him.

"Do you want me to let you?"

"It's not so easy for Nimbus 2001 to keep up with Nimbus 2000. I still have to slow down."

Harry gritted his teeth, didn't reply, just kept accelerating.

But no matter how he flies, there is always a green shadow beside him.

Even after flying around the court several times, Draco was still like a dog's skin plaster, and he couldn't shake it off.

"You're enough." Harry suppressed the anger in his heart, and stopped in mid-air, "Why don't you find the golden snitch and follow me all this time?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Who said I didn't look for the Snitch anymore, but it just so happened that we were looking in the same direction."

Harry directly chose to ignore this rogue's explanation, and searched for the Snitch in the stadium on his own.

As for Draco, as long as he doesn't attack himself, just follow!

Hard work paid off, Harry spotted the Snitch behind Draco on the field, and immediately turned around and rushed over.

At the same time, Draco also heard the sound of wings vibrating at high speed behind him, and immediately understood the location of the Golden Snitch.

But remembering the tactics of the Slytherin team, he still resisted the urge to grab, without even turning his head, he crossed his body and successfully stopped Harry a second before he flew past.

After the black broomstick disappeared from Harry's sight, so did the golden snitch.

Then the gong sounded again, and Marcus hurled the Quaffle into the Gryffindor goal.

"Slytherin scored another goal, seventy to ten, and Gryffindor is behind." The commentator Jordan happily pressed the scorer.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look back at the referee's seat, and the score hit his chest like a hammer.

Not to mention the pain, but the feeling is very heavy.

After only [-] minutes, there was a gap of [-] points. In the past, this was only possible when there was a shortage of players.

Now the pressure on him as a Seeker is even greater. If he can't grab the Golden Snitch before the point difference reaches 150 points, then Gryffindor will lose this game.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Harry's mind, looking at the smiling Draco, anger rose in his heart.

"Is this your tactic?"

"See it?" Draco was a little surprised, "But it doesn't matter, even if you know our tactics, it doesn't make sense."

"What a nasty tactic."

"It's somewhat insulting to say that." Draco said cheekily, "Even if you say it's treacherous, I'll admit it, but I personally think it's shrewd."

Harry didn't want to argue with him, and didn't pay attention to the Snitch any more, but turned around and flew towards Wood.

Draco smiled and followed.

But just in case, he called Flint on the way, and he didn't think he could beat two.

"What are you doing here? The Golden Snitch is your mission." Wood said angrily, just now Slytherin scored another goal.

"Wood, I've made a big discovery. Slytherin's tactics are..." Halfway through Harry's words, a Bludger hit him, and he had to dodge sideways.

"Their tactic is to let Malfoy drag me, the Seeker, and let others use their speed advantage to win by the final score."