HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

October.

The Quidditch match is about to begin.

Slytherin's golden Seeker's arm was still not healed.

There were many people coming and going in the auditorium during breakfast time.

Some people haven't eaten yet, while others have finished their classes and left.

"You don't think you can catch the Golden Snitch with just one hand, do you?" Lycoris raised an eyebrow and looked at Malfoy.

The girl held a white porcelain plate in her left hand. There was a baked potato about the size of her fist, which was yellow.

Holding a silver spoon in her right hand, she scooped out butter and spread it over the baked potatoes.

The butter was melted by the remaining heat of the potatoes, and she stirred it, scooping it into her mouth one by one.

Fragrant, soft and waxy, with a milky aroma, it tastes good.

Draco Malfoy eagerly watched the Slytherin Quidditch team passing by, and his eager expression made him want to fly.

"What's wrong with one hand? I can still grab the Golden Snitch with only one hand." Unconvinced, Malfoy turned to Licris and said, "Don't you believe it?"

If I said I didn't believe it, would Malfoy get on his broomstick and go to Quidditch practice right now?

Licolis thought about it and felt that this was something he could do.

"Letter!" Licolis answered very sincerely, with an expression that said "I have great confidence in you."

This answer was too fast, and Malfoy felt that she was perfunctory.

He watched her eating baked potatoes with relish, and turned to continue eating breakfast.

"Would you like some oat milk?" Lycoris took the pot on her left and asked Pansy next to her.

"No, thank you. I'd rather drink orange juice," Pansy thanked Licoris, then pointed to the glass jug not far away, then turned to talk to Nott, "Theodore, take this, thank you. "

"Here you go!" Nott handed her the orange juice, and after sitting down, he picked up a pie and took a bite.

"I want juice too, but I want apple juice." Malfoy pointed to his empty glass and looked at the people in front of him.

Licris changed her food and was eating crispy waffles. Continue scooping the butter on top and enjoy eating it while it's hot.

Pansy took a piece of bread and was spreading chocolate sauce on it. It seemed that the application was too little and the edges were not covered, so she added a little more.

Nott was taking his second bite of pie, and when he took one bite, he got a little bit of it. He elegantly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the stuffing from the corners of his lips. He picked up the cup and took a sip of milk, then put it down and continued eating.

Of these three, no one paid any attention to me.

well.

Malfoy turned his head and looked at Crabbe and Goyle beside him.

"This last pudding is mine! Boss, please eat something else!" Crabbe saw the last honey pudding on the plate and quickly picked it up. Seeing Malfoy staring at him, he quickly took a bite of the pudding in his hand. .

Goyle looked at the pudding in his hand and then at Malfoy, hesitantly stretched out his hand and said, "I haven't eaten this, boss. Do you want it?"

"I don't want it," he looked at Gao Er's reluctant look and refused, "You can eat it yourself."

"Thank you, boss!" Gao Er smiled naively, finished one pudding in two bites, and changed to another food.

What else could Malfoy say?

There was no one on the long Slytherin table who even gave me a glass of juice with a wink.

"I'm about to graduate," Marcus Flint looked at his players and the injured Seeker Malfoy not far away. "I hope you can give me another chance in the last two years when I am captain." Take home the Quidditch Cup and win the House Cup.”

"And Malfoy," he looked at the boy with light blond hair and said seriously, "Although you are injured now, you will return to the team and train more after you recover."

"Okay, Captain." Malfoy put down the apple juice in his hand and looked at him.

This rare and well-behaved look made Licoris look sideways.

"Don't waste your time chatting! Now finish your breakfast as soon as possible so that you will have the energy to train and win in the next competition!" Marcus Flint took out his watch and lowered his head to look at it. He looked around and said, "I'll give you fifteen minutes. Don't let me see any of you eating again after fifteen minutes."

Lycoris noticed that Malfoy was eating faster. She asked curiously, "Don't you need to train? Are you eating so fast?"

"I'm used to it," Malfoy paused after hearing what she said, as if he just remembered that he injured his arm, "I forgot that I was injured."

He said this, but he did not slow down his eating speed. "I want to watch their training. Even if I can't participate now, I can't be absent."

The Quidditch players finished eating quickly and hurried away.

"What should we do next?" Pansy also finished eating and was wiping her mouth.

"Maybe free time?" Nott finished eating after a little while.

"Go and get busy after you finish eating. I haven't finished eating yet, so you don't have to wait for me." Licoris doesn't like people waiting for her to eat. If she eats slowly, she won't feel at ease - it will waste other people's time.

She knows how precious time is.

"Okay, let's go first. You eat slowly." Pansy stood up and left, and Nott wiped his mouth after finishing the meal and left.

The only familiar people in front of him were Crabbe and Goyle who were still eating. It looked like they were eating really delicious food.

Licolis felt that she could eat another small cake.

She looked down at the small cakes on the middle plate and chose a chocolate-flavored one.

They really enjoyed the Quidditch game, and Lycoris bit into the cake thinking of their hard training.

Especially Gryffindor Wood, who famously said: "Catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field."

Licolis suddenly thought of something. Gryffindor's Seeker is Harry Potter. Wouldn't this sentence translate to: If you can't catch the Golden Snitch, you will die, Harry.

Good guys, it's up to you Gryffindors to fight.

There was a strong smell of gunpowder on the Quidditch training ground.

Gryffindor, who had been training for a while, occupied one side, and Slytherin, who had just arrived, occupied the other side.

After training, let's go outside together.

"We will definitely win." Malfoy hung his arms and spoke harshly to Harry opposite him.

"What did you win with?" Harry's green eyes looked at Malfoy's arm through his glasses, then looked up at him, "Your injured arm?"

Hermione and Ron, who were waiting in the auditorium, saw everyone finish training and ran here quickly, and then heard Malfoy's arrogant words.

"There's nothing wrong with your hand. You've been pretending to be injured. Now you don't even need to participate in Quidditch training." Ron couldn't let Harry be bullied. He looked at Malfoy and said, "How can you win against us?"

The two teams started arguing again, and the person involved, Malfoy, was pushed to the back.

He turned around to look, but his gray-blue eyes found no one.