[HP] Noble

The Firebolt in Harry's hand seemed to have sensed the anger of its master, and jumped out of Harry's hand, hovering near him at a height suitable for him to turn over on his broom, but Harry did do the same, Greg The Golden Seeker of Lanffindor does have some quality—at least he has some gallantry on his broom.

There was only a snowfall at noon, and his feet lightly brushed over a piece of white snow that hadn't had a few footprints on it. Harry looked at Draco with a serious face: "You mean what you say, Malfoy."

"Naturally." Draco folded his arms, showing a lazy expression, "Although the proposal of letting you commit suicide makes my heart flutter."

"Okay, enough is enough, Draco." Scorpius said with a headache as Harry's face began to twitch with anger.

Draco glanced at him, snorted coldly, and threw the broom in his hand out—it was much denser than the last time Scorpius saw it... Oh my god, dense, I really don't want to take this strange An adjective to describe a broom, Scorpius thought painfully.The platinum aristocrat chose a very fancy but good-looking posture, turned on the broom, swished, and rushed towards the gloomy sky without looking back.

Scorpius watched Harry follow behind without saying a word, circled around the Quidditch equipment box on the ground, finally drew out his wand, tapped on the small golden lock, and the box snapped After a light sound, it bounced away nimbly, "Ghost flies on the left, wanders on the right—" Scorpius muttered, and with another wave of his wand, two black balls broke free from the belt like crazy, and flew into the sky. ran away——

"Tsk tsk, look at this liveliness, it seems that I misplaced it." Watching the two Bludgers run away, Scorpius curled his lips and bent down, "Next is the Snitch, well, I don't care about this one." Got it wrong, the youngest, the one I hang over the bed—”

A small golden ball smaller than a palm gracefully flew out of the equipment box, its thin wings buzzed and vibrated rapidly in the air, it listened deliberately to Scorpius' nose, and then followed the previous bludger The leaving track disappeared from Scorpius' sight at a faster speed.Scorpius packed the box, didn't bother to look up, used a simple levitation spell, directed the Quidditch kit, and walked towards the empty auditorium.

At this time, Draco dodged a Quaffle that was coming from the back of his head with a backflip, and at the moment of dodging, he swung the club in his hand and slammed it in Harry's direction. , after the broom tilted slightly in the sky, it led its owner to turn around and climb higher——

"Potter, if I were you, I wouldn't go to heaven with that screaming egg." Draco leaned the stick that was as thick as a pen arm on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly.

"You don't care." Harry narrowly dodged a Quaffle, and some cold sweat broke out on Harry's forehead - Fred wasn't joking, it seems that this ferret also had two brushes where it hit the ball, No matter in terms of strength or accuracy.

He had just seen the Snitch flash of gold above the Slytherin stands - apparently Malfoy had seen it too, then disrupted him with the Quaffle, and now the Snitch was completely gone - Harry hadn't even had time to look Know in which direction it disappeared.Somewhat annoyed, he tilted the Slytherin who was looking at him triumphantly, Harry snorted, and warned with a little knowledge: "The batsman only needs to do his own thing, Malfoy, your eyes are worthless." Be careful."

"I'm sorry," Draco said with an infuriating smirk, "occupational disease."

After all, a beautiful tail flick of the Platinum Noble—don't care why he can do it with a broom, anyway, that damn Slytherin, with Harry on his back, is at least 5% faster than the Firebolt, towards the Another Quaffle flew head-on.

Harry was forced to be more vigilant to deal with this, and glanced around quickly, but didn't see the Snitch - he found himself in a passive situation...or rather, he had chosen a passive role from the beginning, Malfoy's pace had slipped into his hands, and now he could only find the Snitch in the interval between dodging a Quaffle.

"Damn."

Harry cursed every batsman in the world who had a Seeker's eye.If he had seen one or two players of this nature (beginning as a seeker and then turning professionally as a batsman for some special reason) in a Quidditch-related magazine before, it would have been exaggerated to praise their role. If you feel disdainful, then now he has experienced it personally, and he has to honestly admit that this is really a nightmare——

Nothing could be more fitting than to have someone with complete insight into a Seeker's psychology sabotage a Seeker's actions.

Holding the Firebolt's smooth broom tightly, he lifted it up. The high-level competitive broom flew up with a very sensitive reaction. The speeding motion dodged another attack from Draco.

At this time, the sky has gradually darkened, and perhaps the sun will completely set in less than half an hour.

Hurry up, hurry up... Harry turned the direction of the broom and drew an arc in the sky, scurrying aimlessly through the sky while anxious in action but powerless.Light snow fell in the sky again, melting on the shoulders, and the wind blew on the face like a knife, so cold that the face was almost hard.Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the stands, and then he was surprised to find that Gretel was not the only one in the stands now, obviously, his solo fight with Malfoy seemed to have attracted some other nearby students.

But he couldn't see clearly, a Quaffle flew towards him from a tricky and vicious angle from bottom to top, Harry stepped back quickly, but before it was too late, he was brushed and hit his lower arm—"Oh!" Harry couldn't help screaming, it's a very difficult thing to be injured in winter.

The Gryffindor Seeker was in a hurry in the sky, and Draco was holding a club not far from his feet, and he was not much better. His hands were almost numb from the brute blows again and again. A small section of pale skin was exposed under the glove, Draco frowned slightly, and found that the veins on his hand were unnaturally raised, which was a sign of excessive force. If this match was not over as soon as possible, he might have to go there before dinner Madam Pomfrey was there, because his hands would shake like sieves from this game, and he wouldn't even be able to hold a spoon.

With a deft roll on his broom, Draco dodged a lunatic Quaffle, this time he didn't hit it, and Merlin knew he needed to rest now.

"Now both sides seem to be willing to have an intermission - the Malfoy boy seems to have lost his strength - well, Harry, take this opportunity and find the Snitch -"

Under the stands, an excited and very familiar voice sounded.

The two boys in the sky were stunned for a moment, and looked down at the same time. In the Slytherin stands, the golden yellow and green were crowded and shouting like never before—in the stands where Scorpius was alone, at least now There were dozens of people, all grinning and looking up at them stupidly, including Slytherins and more Gryffindors.

Mr. Scorpius Great sat on the box of the Quidditch equipment, dragged his chin and looked at the sky with a smile, completely showing the virtue of "nothing to do with himself, hang high".And beside him, Lee Jordan appeared at some unknown time, got an amplified microphone from nowhere, and was jumping up and down to start the live broadcast——

All in all, this private game had a professional live broadcaster and a large group of professional onlookers.

"Okay Potter, I don't want people to watch." Draco stretched on the broom, narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly, and said coldly to himself, "Hurry up and fall off the broom obediently!" Come down, and then we can all have dinner."

"—We saw that Malfoy rode his uniquely shaped broom and actively flew towards a Bludger—that is the legendary new model beyond the Firebolt? I have to say that the taste of broom designers is getting better and better. It got weirder - he hit a Bludger, going in a weird direction - my God, Harry, what are you doing?"

Lee Jordan raised his voice.And Fred was flying his fists towards the sky beside him, yelling "That's the one I said!" Of course, except for probably George and Harry, no one knew which one he was talking about.

In the direction where the Bludger flew, a small golden ball was floating up and down, flapping its wings rapidly.

The Bludger and Harry were like two bullets, approaching the Snitch at lightning speed from opposite directions.

In the stands, Hermione Granger, who was standing behind Scorpius, exclaimed, and covered her eyes, not daring to look. If anyone present has studied Muggle physics, they will find that this is a very familiar scene. It is the encounter problem of kinematics in physics.

Maybe Harry did, but in the sky, of course, he couldn't pull out a piece of parchment to see if he could catch the little, mischievous Snitch before he was knocked flying by the Bludger.

So he was knocked out in full view.

That was very hateful, Harry flew out about ten meters, Scorpius clearly heard Hermione let out a loud sob behind him-and Ron Weasley's roar-George Weasley had already Jumped on his sweep and charged into the arena...well, not sure if he was going to punch Draco or pick up Harry...

Goyle and Crabbe also jumped on their Nimbus 2001 and quickly moved towards Draco.

A private fight is about to turn into a gang fight.

wow-

The sound of huge splashes attracts most people's attention.

"Merlin's sock! He fell into the lake!"

"It's winter now!"

"Call the professor—give me the broom, I've got to see—"

The crowd began to commotion and became a mess.

Only Harry himself knew that he hadn't been hit badly, he just looked horribly—

Then he fell into the lake.

The bone-cold lake water sucked into his nostrils, as if countless cold were clamoring to rush into every pore of him.He scratched in the water with his hands indiscriminately, and above his head was the faint sunset and countless thin ice shattered by him. During the struggle, Harry suddenly felt a lightness in his waist—his heart skipped a beat, and he looked down, and sure enough The golden egg was untied from his waist at some point, and it was floating not far away.

Feeling even more flustered, Harry paddled the water and grabbed that golden egg!In the icy lake water, the golden egg was annoyingly slippery, Harry spit out a few bubbles, jumped forward, and hugged the golden egg with both hands——

Harry moved his hands, and suddenly felt a certain twist on his left index finger...

There was a blunt crack, and countless bubbles and golden light spit out from the crack of the golden egg, which symbolized the clue of the second project, and the golden egg slowly opened in front of the stunned Gryffindor——

Seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, think carefully about:

We stole your most beloved baby.

You only have an hour,

To find and recapture what we took,

After an hour there is no hope,

It has completely disappeared, no need to appear.