The days passed very quickly. After November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with ice and snow. The lake was cold and hard like quenched steel. Every morning, there would be frost on the ground.
Malfoy, who was sitting at the dining table, couldn't help but yawn. Yesterday, he read very late into the night because of the Quidditch competition. Basically, the whole school was on holiday, so he stayed up for a while. But unexpectedly, he was forcefully pulled out of bed by Pansy this morning.
"First, why can girls go to the boys' dormitory as they wish? Second, why is everyone so crazy about this competition? " Malfoy had two huge dark circles under his eyes and repeated the action mechanically, stuffing bread into his mouth. He couldn't help but criticize in his heart.
"Today is the most crucial day. If we lose, Gryffindor will really catch up with us." Pansy was beside Malfoy, analyzing the situation of Quidditch and its impact on the School Championship.
"No matter what, Dumbledore will give this year's School Championship to Lion's Yard to boost Harry's reputation." Malfoy was well aware, but he wouldn't say it out loud.
"Moreover, they have the protagonist's halo. If the golden thief flies into their mouths, how can we win?" He naturally couldn't say these words to Pansy. Malfoy could only say a few perfunctory words. "Our team can definitely crush Gryffindor's small bodies. You don't have to worry."
"Oh yes, I heard that the savior is Gryffindor's ball seeker. Their captain even said that he's some kind of secret weapon. What can a first-year player do? Don't tell me they're cheating? "Pansy said as she took two pieces of bread and spread jam in the middle.
"Miss, when it comes to cheating, most people will think of our school first, okay?" Malfoy wanted to laugh. When it came to Quidditch, Slythrin couldn't be considered cheating, but they had a lot of tricks. In fact, many people didn't have a good impression of their team.
"It's better if you go." Pansy looked at Malfoy expectantly. "Crush their arrogance."
"Don't give me that. I'm not interested. If you didn't ask me to go today, I wouldn't even watch the competition." Malfoy naturally rejected.
"Not interested? That means you're actually very good, right? "Pansy seemed to have caught the loophole in Malfoy's words.
"Don't talk while eating." Malfoy shoved a piece of bread into Pansy's mouth. Pansy could only whimper softly as he glared at Malfoy.
"You want to murder me?" That piece of bread seemed to be a little big. Pan Xi swallowed it for a long time before finishing it completely. He even drank a big mouthful of honey tea.
"You're murdering me by asking me to attend those events. You should know … "
"Time is life," Pan Xi said in a strange tone. "You're so annoying. So what if I killed him? Today, whether you like it or not, you have to go. "
"Fine, fine, fine." Malfoy waved his hand and begged for mercy.
"Just treat it as collecting information on the Black Devil King." Malfoy tried his best to convince himself that today's activity was meaningful.
"That's more like it." Pan Xi raised his head, as if announcing his victory again.
At eleven o 'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had gathered at the stands around the Quidditch stadium. Many students even brought binoculars. The seats were raised into the air, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game clearly.
Due to Pansy's enthusiasm, Malfoy and she arrived early and sat near the front. For this kind of game, the difference between the front and back seats was not that big.
"Oh no." Pansy slapped her forehead. "I forgot to bring binoculars." She then looked at Malfoy eagerly, hoping that he had a solution.
"Don't look at me. Why don't I try a Flying Spell?"
"Go to hell." Malfoy was obviously joking. This place was too far from the dormitory. The Flying Spell also had a distance limit. Dumbledore might be able to do it.
"Actually, if I can't see clearly, the impact will be lighter," Malfoy thought to himself.
"Close your eyes," Malfoy said softly, still prepared to fulfill Pansy's wish.
Pansy immediately did as he was told.
"She's not at all arrogant when she's asking for help." Malfoy could not help but chuckle.
"Broaden your vision!" Malfoy softly chanted the spell.
For a wizard who pursued improvement, creating a self-made spell could be said to be a demarcation point. In a sense, only after creating or improving a spell could one be considered to have truly entered the field of magic. Otherwise, one could only be considered to have picked up the wisdom of the predecessors. Although Professor Lockhart, who would be teaching next year, was mediocre in strength, he still managed to make a name for himself in the world of magic with his improved "Forgetful Emptiness".
"Innovation is the primary productivity." Malfoy's thoughts drifted away again.
"My first self-made spell is actually used in this kind of situation." Malfoy did not know whether to laugh or cry. As far as human nature was concerned, bravery and ruthlessness had long been deeply engraved in the genes. If possible, Malfoy certainly wanted to create a killing spell similar to "Shadowless Blade of God", but it seemed that things had already turned out contrary to his wishes.
"A supportive spell is also good." Malfoy could only comfort himself.
"You can open your eyes now."
"Now I finally understand why you run to the library every day." Pan Xi looked towards the center of the field and felt like she was listening to the captain's lecture around the Slytherin team. None of the Slytherin team's small movements could escape her eyes. She even saw Flint's spittle when he spoke.
"So-so," Pan Xi commented. "I still want to hear what they're saying."
"I really can't do that." Malfoy helplessly shrugged.
"Useless." Pan Xi pursed her lips.
"Hey, are you kicking me to the curb after I've outlived my usefulness?"
"Shut up. The game is about to start."
"Female football fans are indeed unreasonable no matter which world they are in." Malfoy felt a little hurt.
The game was about to start. Madam Hooch stood in the center of the field as the referee, holding her flying broom in her hand as she waited for the players from both teams.
The stands outside the field were bustling with noise. Some people were holding banners, while others were waving the small flags they had made themselves. Some people were quietly and attentively watching both teams with binoculars. Some people were absent-minded. Yes, it was Malfoy. While everyone else was looking forward to the game, he was looking around.
"What an infatuated professor. Even after his beloved died, he still wants to continue being her son's nanny." Malfoy quickly saw Snape. He still had that cold expression, but his eyes kept glancing at Harry.
Malfoy's gaze shifted, and soon he also saw Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a headscarf.
"Now that's what I call 'Luck E'. Running into the Black Devil King in the wild." Malfoy sighed. "But the Boss only uses you as cannon fodder."
Malfoy's gaze shifted again and swept across the highest row. He saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, and beside them were Simo Neville and the rest. They were holding a banner made of bedsheets, with the words "Potter Will Win" written on it. Below it was a drawing of a lion symbolizing Gryffindor. Hermione softly chanted a spell, causing the paint on the banner to flash with different colors.
The players from both teams gradually moved closer to the center. Madam Hooch raised her voice. "Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." Madam Hooch's gaze remained on the Slytherin team's captain as she spoke, clearly giving him a special warning.
"Everyone, please ride on your flying brooms."
The players from both teams rode on their brooms.
Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle with all her might.
Fifteen flying brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game had begun.
"Crushing equipment, how are we going to play?" Malfoy's eyesight was very good, and he could still see the situation on the field without using magic. But when he saw the speed at which everyone took off, he couldn't help but shake his head. "No wonder the second year team has to look for sponsors, the difference is too big." Harry took the lead and rushed into the sky with his broom. Slytherin and Gryffindor's players were obviously behind him.
The game that followed was back and forth, and Malfoy only felt that it was boring. The existence of the Golden Snitch was enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this game. There was no point in watching a game where the outcome of the game depended on one person.
"Next time, someone will go up and get two or three hundred points with the Ghost Fly ball to strike a blow to this rule." Malfoy couldn't help but think maliciously.
"Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood made a beautiful move and intercepted the ball. Now Gryffindor's team has the ball. That's the Gryffindor team's player, Katie Bell, in the air, rushing around Flint nimbly. Ouch! That must be painful." Lee Jordan's voice echoed loudly in the stadium. Malfoy only felt sad for the professionalism of this game. As a commentator, how could there be such an obvious bias between the two teams? Gryffindor was beautiful and perfect when they got the ball. Slytherin had nothing. This reminded Malfoy of a sentence from his previous life: "Long live Italy." The commentator who said this sentence was often scolded by others.
Then the game continued. Flint was fouled. He bumped into Harry and gave Gryffindor a free kick. But it seemed that they didn't take advantage of this opportunity.
At this moment, Harry on the field seemed to feel that something was wrong with his broom. He couldn't control it at all. The flying broom swerved left and right as it shuttled back and forth in the air. From time to time, it would shake violently with a whooshing sound, almost causing him to fall from it.
"Ron, look, Harry's broom is a little abnormal." Hermione seemed to be the first to notice the problem.
Harry's broom twitched and twisted crazily all the way, slowly and higher, causing Harry to leave the field.
"Harry's talent is as strong as his father's. Don't worry," Hagrid muttered. Because of his pile of magical creatures, he had to be a little late. "This must be one of Gryffindor's tricks. You know — impossible!" Hagrid suddenly shouted.
At this moment, everyone on the stands pointed up at Harry. His flying broom began to flip and roll non-stop, and Harry could only barely hold on to not fall off. Suddenly, the flying broom twisted crazily again, and Harry was thrown off. He now only used one hand to grab the broom handle, hanging in the air.
"When Flint bumped into him, was there something wrong with the broom handle?" Seamus whispered.
"That's the latest Nimbus 2000." Ron's voice was trembling.
"It must be black magic." Hermione gave her own conjecture as she snatched Hagrid's binoculars. However, she did not look at the field, but at the crowd on the stands.
Soon, she seemed to have found her target, and quickly left Gryffindor's small group.
"The little girl is about to take action." Malfoy watched as Hermione squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and arrived at the stands where Snape was.
"It's a pity she found the wrong person." Malfoy touched his nose and sat down to watch the show.
"Her IQ is worrying." Malfoy stared at Quirrell, who was unintentionally interrupted by Hermione, and could not help but want to laugh. How daring must she be to deal with Harry in front of everyone? Dumbledore was not to be trifled with. Even without Hermione's accidental interference, Old Deng would not let anything happen to Harry.
The effect of the Curse of Evil stopped, and Harry's broom returned to normal.
Suddenly, there was a wave of cheers from the stands, and everyone stood up and clapped their hands. Harry spat out the Golden Snitch in his mouth, waved his broom, and said, "I caught the Snitch!" Li Jordan announced the result of the competition loudly. 170 points to 60, Gryffindor won the competition.
"Damn it," Pan Xi said angrily.
"That's why you pinched my leg, Missy." Malfoy only felt a sharp pain on his leg. Pan Xi had pinched him hard, as if to vent her anger. As for whose leg she had pinched, it was not Pan Xi's concern.
"I'm never going to sit with a female fan again," Malfoy said to himself secretly.
"Lastly, let's observe two seconds of silence for Mr Snape, whose robe was burned." Malfoy silently looked at the professor who had been set up by Hermione.
"Let's go." Pan Xi stood up angrily, but was thrown back into the chair after taking a step.
"Vision as before!" Malfoy could not help but smile. It was obvious that Pan Xi, who had not broken the curse, could not notice the ground beneath her feet.
"Get up." Malfoy reached out his hand to pull Pan Xi up and bring her away. But she lowered her head, as if thinking about something.
"They won today by luck, right?" Pan Xi suddenly looked at Malfoy and said.
"Definitely by luck." Malfoy naturally could only go along with her.
"We will definitely win next year, right?"
"Of course," Malfoy comforted her.
"You will definitely take revenge for us, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The moment he said that, Malfoy felt that he had been tricked.
"Very good, I feel much better now." Pan Xi suddenly smiled, like a ray of sunlight
shining through the clouds after a long period of rain. "Let's go," Pan Xi said happily, as if the loss of the competition had no effect on her.
Malfoy was speechless.