[HP] Noble

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the Bludger seemed to have eyes and hit the arm of the Gryffindor savior in front of him - even in the high altitude where the wind was blowing, he could still He clearly heard the sound of "cracking" bones shattering and the cry of pain from Gryffindor in front of him... The hand of Gryffindor riding on the broom that was hit immediately drooped feebly Go down, even with his whole body looking precariously dangling on the broom!

Fortunately, at this point, Harry clamped the broom with the inside of his knee, so although he looked dangerously wobbly, he finally regained his balance and sat back on the broom - he seemed changed Note that the front end of the Nimbus 2000 was suddenly pressed down to make a dangerous dive, the Bludger that was going to attack him in the second round missed, and went straight to follow Harry closely. The direction of Slytherin behind him rushed——

Draco, who was following him and could see his every movement clearly, closed his mouth, his face was pale, his platinum blonde hair was soaked into clumps by the cold rain, he was so cold The hand holding the front of the broom was as stiff as ice, and he cursed Mrs. Hooch and everyone who asked him to look for Potter (including Potter) in his heart, and he followed He lowered the front end of his broom, and let himself drop a few meters at a crazy angle almost forming a [-]-degree right angle with the ground!

However, even though he had reacted immediately, he was still too slow compared to the speed of the Bludger——in the silver-gray pupils, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin watched helplessly. Seeing the ball getting closer and closer to him—he closed his eyes and was almost ready to be smashed to the neck, but at this moment, he only felt the violent jerk of the Bludger rubbing against his nose so close stopped!

In the hazy rain curtain, Draco opened his eyes only in time to see the Bludger make a huge turn against his face and follow Potter's direction - blinking in disbelief, now , even he had to admit that Potter was right—there was a real possibility that something went wrong with this crazy Bludger.

In fact, from the start of the match, Draco felt that something was wrong—

After he rose into the sky, he was hardly disturbed by the outside world except for the Weasley twins of Gryffindor who deliberately threw the Bludger at him.

And that Bludger, which has always been the biggest disturbance to the Seekers, seems to have taken a fancy to Potter, circling around him like a fly and lingering - if the previous phenomenon If Draco can still comfort himself that this is all a coincidence and he can ignore it for the time being, the scene that is happening now seems too weird...

The Bludger stuck to his face without hurting him in the slightest, and even Draco began to wonder if it was just any of his companions who did it.

"..."

But that's impossible.

Different from the usual Quidditch equipment used for training, the Quidditch equipment used for the competition has been kept in the cabinet of Mrs. Hodge's office. For the sake of safety and fairness, even the captain of the academy team is not eligible to see it. They look at them, let alone touch them...

Taking a long breath, brushing back all the wet and sticky hair on his forehead, Prince Slytherin lowered his broom and followed Potter closely at a terrible speed of descent, passing through the clouds, and they soon Soon I saw the students in the stands wearing raincoats looking up at them. When everyone saw two black shadows falling rapidly above the clouds, almost everyone screamed and whispered in their ears. In the wind, Draco also vaguely heard some girls screaming and saying "they fell" and other stupid things...

The out-of-control Bludger was chasing closely behind Potter. When they got closer and closer to the ground, a red mixed with black light suddenly shot out from the direction of the stands, and the light hit heavily. There was a loud "pop" after the Bludger, and the Bludger was exploded!

At the same time, the Gryffindor savior, who was still three or four meters away from the ground, tilted his broom all the way and flew towards the ground frantically, looking exhausted at last, holding the broom tightly with a hand that was about to freeze At the front end, when he saw the ground getting closer and closer, he lost the ability to control the broom, the strength in his body seemed to be completely drained at this moment, he only felt that his eyes went dark, and then he fell off the broom in embarrassment !

With a "bang", accompanied by the exclamation of the students in the stands, most of the Gryffindors stood up anxiously from their seats and stretched their necks to look under the stands—with the water splashing everywhere, The scarlet robe of the savior of Gryffindor was covered with muddy water, he fell heavily on the ground, and the broom was thrown a few meters away from him——

Compared with his right hand, which was too cold to look like his own, at this moment Harry's concentrated left hand was limply drooping on his side in a strange way. He felt that his bones must have been shattered by that blow. The burning, needle-like pain coming from under the skin is definitely not his illusion!

Harry opened his eyes weakly, and he could see a large group of people approaching him rapidly, Gryffindors, professors—

Not far from his head, the Slytherin who was chasing after him before sounded like he fell to the ground too - although his landing posture also looked very embarrassed, he didn't roll all over the mud.

When Harry was grabbed from the ground with all hands and feet, he had to remind Fred not to try to grab his left hand because it would bring him the urge to commit suicide, and in Wei When the Sly twin brothers heard such a serious warning, they threw away his badly injured arm like a conditioned reflex. When the crowd was shaking, Harry vaguely saw a slender, The dark-haired Slytherin in his green Slytherin robe also hurried down from the stands—

Of course he didn't come to Harry's side, but stopped in front of the platinum nobles outside the crowd not far away.

He pulled out his wand and used a simple shielding spell to block the rain that was still falling on the top of his head. By the way, he threw the large Slytherin green bath towel that seemed to have a strong water absorption capacity and added a warming spell to the place just now. On the head of the landed Slytherin Seeker - who let out a grunt that seemed to complain about his rudeness -

Seeing this scene, Harry almost wanted to roll his eyes.

In fact, Harry could feel his robes, heavy from the wet, pressing against his as everyone gathered around him asking him "what's the matter" and "what's the matter with your hands?" on the skin—

It's a pity that no one would have thought that he actually needed a warm and dry towel.

The Gryffindor savior expressed his amazement that he still had a day when he was honestly a little bit jealous of that platinum head.

The rain was still falling on his head, through the densely packed human legs around him, he could vaguely see Prince Slytherin with a towel on his head, led by another senior black-haired Slytherin Going down to the lounge—the former's face looked very ugly. For some reason, Harry always felt that he knew something very close to the truth of this farce.

He moved his lips, and was about to let anyone stop that platinum head, but at this moment, he saw Wood with a crazy face rushing towards him——

"The game is suspended, continue at another day, the score is reserved, Gryffindor leads [-] to [-]," the captain of the Gryffindor team, who was also covered in mud, squeezed into the crowd, as if he couldn't see what he was looking for. The golfer said in a happy-sounding voice as if he was seriously injured, "No one thought that the Bludger went crazy, but the speed of Slytherin's broom is much slower than I imagined. If we start again some other day, We still have a chance to readjust and face them!"

Harry pursed his lips and wanted to say "whatever" angrily, but before he could get angry, he saw an even more troublesome figure rushing up through the crowd - Professor Harold looked equally happy with his wand held high , he muttered uncomfortably something like "I only need five seconds to fix Harry's injury"——

Harry was tempted to say that he would like to take his time without him, and he wanted to wait for Madam Pomfrey.

But before he could speak, the light from the tip of the opponent's wand hit his injured arm—

Fortunately, he did not feel any pain.

The bad news was that he found his arm was literally sagging—like a wrinkled, disgusting flesh-colored leather glove.

Harry: "..."

Oh yes, that's it again.

He really envied Slytherin like never before - at least for that matter.

And obviously, the idea of ​​the savior of Gryffindor could not be conveyed to His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin to extinguish the burning anger in his chest—in fact, the expression on his face can be said to be unprecedentedly terrifying, Even when Scorpius turned his head and lowered his voice to talk to him, those silver-gray pupils looked gloomy with extreme anger.

When Pansy and the others gathered around and asked Draco carefully how he was feeling, Scorpius was holding up his wand, looking for an angle like an old woman, trying to dry Draco's wet clothes a little bit ——You must know that this guy has just gotten up from the hospital bed, and if he catches a cold, he may not recover so easily.

What's more, his face was terribly pale at the moment.

Her lips were almost black blue from freezing.

"Raise your arm." Scorpius said, seeing that the other party didn't respond, he pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to grab Draco's hand like a doll, and then asked Blaise to hold him steady , He took out his free hand to use the wand, and when he used the quick-drying spell, he could almost clearly see with the naked eye that the body of the second-year Slytherin in front of him was trembling slightly.

I don't know if it's because of anger or something else.

"Potter lost a hand, I thought you should be happy and eat an extra steak tonight." Scorpius raised his eyelids and glanced at Slytherin, "What's the matter with this look of being about to explode?" with?"

"..."

Draco said nothing.

In fact, when he was asked this question, the corners of his lips were drawn into a stern slit - such an expression, which somewhat resembles the adult King Slytherin.

Of course Draco wasn't mad that Potter was hurt.

Because at this moment, his mind is full of the scene he saw when he drilled out of the clouds from the sky and fell straight down, when he accidentally glanced over the stands from the corner of his eye—

He saw his damned, short-lived house-elf.

It was like the most abominable thief or thief in the world, sneakily standing at the top of the stand where all the students didn't notice—the stupid little elf who didn't know that he had been exposed pointed at Grid Waving his finger in the direction of the Ryffindor savior, as if he was controlling something—and when Potter was about to reach the ground safely, it was also the direction that flew out from the direction of the damned house-elf Seemingly saving the imminent blasting spell, the Bludger stopped.

There was chaos, and no one even tried to find out who had cast the spell.

One would probably even thank the caster for such a spell - but Draco didn't think so - in fact, he was almost certain that the house-elf did not do what it was supposed to do to save The savior of Gryffindor, it just wants to destroy the Bludger that it tampered with.

According to the first contract signed between house elves and wizards 300 years ago, it is clearly recorded that house elves are forbidden to use any spells other than all family spells without the permission of their masters.

And now.

The utterly uncontrolled house-elf named Dobby no doubt extended its dirty hand and slapped its master across the face.