[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Quidditch?I have never heard of such a thing.

I only remember this big boy with light blond hair, his name is Malfoy.

He was tall and strong, with a cold aura in his gray-blue eyes, and a haughty, airy look.

He must be able to lift me up, I thought.

"That's Malfoy in the sixth grade." Susan whispered in my ear, "He's a pure-blood nobleman, the same as Black's family, he hardly looks like an ordinary pure-blood, let alone Muggle-born gone."

I nodded: "Oh."

But I still want him to hug and hold him high.

"He has a fiancée, named Narcissa Black, who is Black's cousin in our yard." Susan poked her fingertips towards Slytherin quietly, "That's the girl with long blond hair, this year Fifth grade, good family background, good grades, good looks, simply incredible."

My eyes lit up.

Narcissa's figure is very tall, more than a head taller than me, and although she is slender, she doesn't look weak.

Maybe, she can hug me too?

A tall boy in a golden-red school robe walked past Malfoy. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and bumped into Malfoy's shoulder.

Immediately, Malfoy staggered, his neatly combed pale blond hair was messed up like this.

"The lions of Gryffindor are already in the sixth grade and still can't learn to walk well. This opened my eyes to the quality of Gryffindor." Malfoy straightened his hair that was messed up due to staggering, and raised his head. He raised his chin and said to the big Gryffindor sixth-year boy.

"Hahaha!" The Gryffindor senior laughed three times, and then strode away.

Malfoy looked at his back, his face was ashen, his thin lips moved a few times, as if cursing something in a low voice, we were far away and didn't hear it.

"Who's that?" I asked Susan, pointing to the Gryffindor senior who was striding away.

Susan didn't look like a first-year freshman. She knew almost everything.

"It's Hope." Susan looked adoringly, "He is the Gryffindor captain of Quidditch, he is also a batsman, and he is the patron saint of the Quidditch team!"

I heard the word "Quidditch" again, so I asked Susan, "What is Quidditch?"

I've never heard of this before.

"Evans, I'll tell you!" At this moment, a clear voice came from behind, and a figure rushed up to me. It was Potter.

I turned my head and glanced at Susan. Seeing that her cheeks were flushed and she looked at Potter with a faint gleam in her eyes, she didn't seem to be offended, so I said to Potter, "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble, students should help each other!" Potter said, he danced and explained to me the origin of Quidditch, how to play, scoring and so on.

When we arrived at the restaurant, he didn't finish his speech, so he sat directly on my left, speaking quickly and clearly, and said one after another.

He really understands it!

While eating breakfast, I looked at his delicate face, almost immersed in his bright golden brown eyes.

"James, I suggest you eat first." Black sat on the other side of Potter. He slapped Potter's arm and said, "You can tell Evans the rest on the way to the classroom."

I heard Susan on my right making a gasping sound that was extremely suppressed.

"Are you okay?" I turned to her and asked.

Susan shook her head, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright, and she looked at me almost eagerly: "Lily, can I go with you?"

"Of course." I nodded.

Then I saw Susan's two hands clenched into fists, raised on both sides of her cheeks, screaming silently with great excitement.

Potter, sitting on the other side of me, had already begun to eat his breakfast.He and Blake smiled brightly as they talked and handed each other food.

Until an owl flew over and scattered a pile of letters, which landed on the plate in front of Blake.

Blake stopped smiling immediately.

On his handsome face, there was that lazy, arrogant, and sarcastic expression again.

He put the cutlery on the table, crossed his hands, leaned back on the seat, lowered his eyelids, watched the pile of letters open automatically, and let out a sharp curse.

"Niezi! How dare you!"

"Gryffindor! What the hell is that place!"

"I order you to transfer to Slytherin immediately! Otherwise I will remove you from the family!"

The woman's voice was very sharp, it could be said that it was out of breath and hysterical.

By the time the shouting letters one after another were broken into pieces, the restaurant was already so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Blake was sprinkled with scraps of paper, he sneered, stood up abruptly, and the chair made a harsh rubbing sound.Immediately afterwards, he got up and strode out.

"Sirius!" Potter yelled, pushed back his chair, stood up, and chased him out.

Before chasing him out, he did not forget to grab two pieces of bread.

"Blake is so pitiful." Beside, Susan whispered, "His eye circles were red just now, he must have found a place to cry."

I carefully recalled the scene I saw just now. Are Black's eyes really red?

"Maybe." I hesitated.

His eyelids were drooping all the time, and his eyes were covered by long eyelashes. My attention was all on his long and curly eyelashes, but I didn't pay attention to whether he was crying or not.

"Let's go." After eating, I stood up holding the book.