HP the red-haired savior

Over the past few days, most of the students have had an objective understanding of the new Mr. Smile.Oh, except for those little girls, of course, Lockhart's appearance did give him a lot of points.

"I really don't know what Dumbledore was thinking!" Joshua rubbed his hair irritably, "Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts is a disaster! I should have thought of it earlier!"

"No, there's no chance of you 'thinking about it'," Sean said. "After all, Hogwarts wasn't what it was when my dad was at school. I mean, without that man's curse, the Dark Arts Defense is still normal."

Joshua muttered something in a low voice, like "Durmstrang" or "black magic". Although Hisoka couldn't hear it clearly, his curiosity towards Joshua was getting bigger and bigger.

He is now basically sure that Joshua is definitely not what he said before - a mixed race.

"I'm in the team!" Draco ran over briskly, with an excited smile on his face, "Quidditch! My God, I'm so happy!"

"I heard that Harry was also selected by Wood and pulled into the Gryffindor team." Because Draco always came to look for Hisoka, Sean and Draco were familiar with each other, "It seems to be... Is the golfer here?"

Hearing Xiao En's words, the smile on Draco's face suddenly subsided a lot. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young master's mood had dropped several notches.

"Harry Potter? Seeker?!" He snorted softly, turned his head away and said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Hisoka blinked and looked at Blaise behind Draco.

"Ahem, Draco, too..." Blaise coughed, and mouthed silently, "Seeker."

Hisoka laughed embarrassingly.

"Okay, don't laugh!" Draco turned his head and glared at Blaise - the angry Blaise made an innocent expression - and then looked at Hisoka, "The Slytherin team will be training later, you (you) ) come over to see?"

"Ah?" A "you" is not necessarily a person, although Draco said it to Hisoka, but Sean naturally included himself and Joshua, "We are Gran Findo, wouldn't it be nice to go to Slytherin's Quidditch practice . . . ?"

Hearing this, Draco raised his eyebrows slightly - he actually didn't want Sean and Joshua to come together, in fact, the "you" he said just now really only refers to Hisoka!

"No, no." The young master showed a sincere smirk, "Please come here together."

Blaise covered his mouth behind Draco's back and laughed - of course, the Chocolate Prince was smart enough to keep his voice silent, as the young master Malfoy was furious.

Hisoka, Sean, and Joshua followed Draco and Blaise to the Quidditch pitch. The Slytherin players in dark green jerseys were ready, standing on the field with a broom in their hands. Joshua He read "Nimbus 2001" softly, which made Hisoka understand that the broomsticks in the hands of the Slytherins were actually the latest Nimbus 2001 from Nimbus this year.

Today's weather is not a bright sunny day--in fact, there are very few such weather in Great Britain--it is overcast, and although there is no rain, there is still an unpleasant feeling of dampness, and the wind Not too big, not too small, with a baggy jersey blown up.

"Malfoy." Seeing Draco, the captain of the team, Marcus Flint took a step forward, his eyes flickered on Blaise behind Draco, and then fixed on Hisoka , Sean, and Joshua wore gold and red striped ties around their necks, "Three Gryffindors? This is... the little savior, Charlie Potter?"

It's not that Flint pays much attention to Hisoka or anything, but that Hisoka's red hair and golden eyes, which completely match the color of Gryffindor College, are too famous.

"Don't worry about them, they are my people." The young master's answer was quite domineering.

"Go change the uniform and get ready for training." Flint moved his lips, and finally acquiesced in the "legal viewing rights" of Hisoka and Sean Joshua.

After a while, Draco changed into his uniform and walked into the team.The members of the Slytherin team were all boys, all of them were tall and strong, and when Draco stood among them, it seemed that the little Malfoy was very petite and exquisite.

"Split into two teams, and we'll play a game." Flint said, releasing the Snitch from the ball box, "Malfoy only needs to be responsible for catching the Snitch. If you catch the Snitch, the game is over."

"Yes." The members of the Slytherin team responded, stepped on their brooms one after another, and flew into the sky.

Hisoka, Sean, and Joshua sat on the sidelines, watching the Slytherin players flying around, and the young master even rode around on a broom—because the figure of the Golden Snitch was really strange. It is conspicuous, so from a distance, Draco looks like an actor singing a one-man show, flying around in all kinds of ways, and he has to pay attention to avoiding Quaffle and Bludger, which is very hard, and even feels a little funny.

"Sean, Xiali, do you like Quidditch?" Joshua raised his head for a long time, his neck was a little sore, rubbed his neck, and looked at Hisoka and Sean.

"It's okay." Sean said, "But I still prefer football, you know, after all, I grew up in the Muggle world."

"Where's Xiali?" Joshua asked again.

"No, I don't like it." Hisoka replied simply, "Compared with these sports competitions where you swing a bat and fly around in the sky, I think I still prefer to swing a wand, er, like duel games or something .”

"Oh, actually there are." Blaise raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face somehow resembled Draco's, "The duel competition you mentioned, Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, used to duel The champion of the game!"

"Professor Flitwick?" Hisoka was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the small Charms professor who would fall to the ground screaming his and Harry's names when they first met Still a duel fighter.

At this moment, the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team descended from the sky one by one, and it turned out that Draco had caught the Golden Snitch.Standing among the tall teammates, the very petite young master Malfoy was holding the little golden snitch in his hand, with a relaxed and flamboyant expression on his face, and his silver-gray eyes were full of pride.

"Very good." Flint glanced at the beaming Draco Malfoy, with a strange expression on his face.

Hearing this, Draco raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile, which looked a little cute.

Blaise covered his face silently - oh my god... if Mr. Malfoy sees this, it will be good...educate Draco!

"Flint! It's our training time! We got up early! Please get out!" There was an angry roar in the distance, with obvious irritability, Gryffindor's Quidditch captain Oliver Wood walked towards this aggressively, followed by the Gryffindor players who also put on scarlet jerseys.

"It's a big place, Wood." Flint turned and gave Wood a sly Slytherin smile.

"But I booked the stadium!" Wood roared in a low voice, "I booked it!"

"Oh," said Flint, "but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor Cy Snape, have given permission for the Slytherins to practice at the Quidditch pitch today, to train their new Seekers." hand."

"You have added a new Seeker?" Wood frowned, "What a coincidence, so do we." While talking, he pulled out a relatively small player from the team behind, It was Harry Potter.

Before Flint could answer, Draco snorted when he saw Harry, walked out by himself, and gave Harry a Malfoy smirk: "Yo, 'Potter', we meet again." As he spoke, he even raised his two light golden eyebrows.

"you are not……"

"The son of Lucius Malfoy?"

Fred and George still had a deep impression of the Malfoy patriarch who fought with his father in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation.

"Since you mentioned Draco's father," Flint said with a smile - Hisoka noticed that his address to Draco had changed from the rude and polite "Malfoy" to the friendly "De" Laco", "Then let's take a look at the gift Mr. Malfoy generously gave to Slytherin!"

Seven people lifted their brooms forward together, seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven lines of beautiful golden characters "Nimbus 2001", even on a cloudy day, they shone with unusual light, shaking Gryffindor The eyes of the players.

"The newest model, just came out last month," said Flint nonchalantly, dusting a bit of dust off the top of his broom, "I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for Old-fashioned Seven Star Sweepers..." He gave Fred and George a malicious smile - they each held a Seven Star Sweeper No. 5 in their hands: "Use them to sweep the floor."

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment.

This is really...

It's very hateful!

"Are all Slytherins like this?" Joshua asked with a subtle expression on his face.

"Uh...not usually." Blaise touched his nose in embarrassment, "but facing Gryffindor...you know, um..."

Joshua pressed his eyebrows speechlessly when he heard the words; Sean looked at the sky innocently, lamenting that today's sunny weather is just right; Hisoka was still smiling, his golden eyes bent into a pair of crescents.