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"This is true, he definitely wouldn't lie to me!" Zabini said with his neck stiff.
"In that case..." Malfoy glanced at him, "Why don't you apply to join the college team?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, Draco? I'm only a first year and I can't participate in Quidditch."
"But Bo..."
Malfoy started to retort, but suddenly shut his mouth.
He obviously knew that Harry Potter had joined the team, and every time he thought about it, he felt very unhappy.
What's even more painful is that this result was caused by him.
When Malfoy thought of the expressions on Potter and Weasley's faces this morning, he felt as sick as if he had eaten a pile of fake cockroaches.
If he had known it would be like this, he would never have snatched the memory ball from that big idiot.
But Zabini didn't know about this. He thought Malfoy admitted what he had just said, so he immediately changed his face and said confidently: "Just wait and see, next year I will definitely be able to join the team and give Kyle a good beating."
"But Draco... you definitely won't make the team."
He suddenly looked at Malfoy and sneered: "I saw you flying on a broom before, but your speed was not as fast as my grandmother's."
Malfoy's face turned red. He was a Quidditch genius who had narrowly escaped Muggle helicopters several times. He had never been insulted like this before.
"Ho..."
Malfoy turned his head and asked in a long tone: "Which grandmother are you referring to, the third one? Or the seventh one..."
Now, Zabini's face began to turn red. He hated it most when people mentioned this.
"How dare you? I'll make you pay!"
In anger, he raised his fist and smashed it into Malfoy's face.
"boom!"
"what……"
Malfoy, who was punched, covered his face and screamed in disbelief: "Damn it, you dare to hit me, even my father has never hit me!
What are you guys still standing there for? Come on, I want to kill him!"
Following Malfoy's order, his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, rushed over immediately.
Both of them were at least half a head taller than their peers, and with their sturdy build, they knocked the skinny Zabini down in no time and beat him up.
Malfoy stood up and was about to step forward to kick them a few more times when Professor McGonagall appeared next to them.
"fight?"
Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious. She used her wand to separate the three people who were rolling on the ground.
"Nothing this bad has ever happened at Hogwarts."
"Malfoy insulted me first, Professor!" Zabini argued vaguely.
His face was swollen from being beaten by Crabbe and Goyle, and he had lost several teeth, so he spoke with a lisp.
"Save this for Professor Snape. He is the one who decides how to punish you."
Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Now, you four follow me!"
"I'm sorry, Professor... maybe I heard you wrong. Did you say four people?"
Malfoy suddenly stood up, covering his face with his hands, showing an innocent expression, and groaned, "Everyone here can testify that I didn't fight, and I'm the victim."
"You heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy."
Professor McGonagall looked at him calmly and said, "Follow me... Don't make me say it again."
Malfoy didn't dare to say anything else. He could only lower his head and carefully follow Professor McGonagall out of the hall.
Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Harry Potter almost jumped up with excitement.
"Look Ron, Malfoy is in trouble!"
Ron also held a chicken drumstick and said happily: "It serves him right. He should have been punished long ago!"
The two danced for a long time, as if seeing Malfoy in trouble was more worth celebrating than gaining extra points for the house.
In short, the Slytherin episode did not affect other people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.
Especially the Hufflepuffs.
Harris has been acting like he's drunk an expired potion lately. Whether in the common room or in class, he always laughs for no apparent reason, scaring the people around him.
One day on his way to class, he ran into Oliver Wood from Gryffindor in the corridor, and coincidentally, they were both grinning when they met.
"It's Wood, hello!"
"Nice to meet you, Harris."
The two greeted each other enthusiastically, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"What class are you going to take?"
"History of Magic, what about you?"
"Pretty much. I'm Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That's pretty much it."
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and suddenly asked at the same time: "What were you laughing at just now?"
After asking, they fell silent again.
"Well, you know."
After a brief silence, Wood was the first to speak: "My owl gave birth to a second baby. A new life... This is such a beautiful thing. Every time I think of this, I feel joy from the bottom of my heart."
"I'm about the same as you."
Harris said calmly: "My owl found its other half at school. What a beautiful love... I am really happy for it."
"Is that so?" Wood said in surprise, "Congratulations."
"Haha, congratulations." Harris replied quickly.
Then the two of them fell into silence again, and in their hearts they were madly criticizing each other's shamelessness.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 166: Not as Good as the Fish in the Black Lake
This wave of Quidditch fever at Hogwarts lasted for a long time, and the related books in the library were quickly borrowed out. People who wanted to borrow books had to wait in line until after Christmas.
"I should have come earlier if I had known."
Harry said in annoyance at the entrance of the library on the second floor.
His special training time is at seven o'clock tomorrow night. He had originally thought about reading some related books in advance to learn more about this aspect.
However, the librarian, Mrs. Pince, told him that it was out of stock and if he wanted to read it he would have to wait until after Christmas.
But it’s still several months away from Christmas, which is too long.
"It can't be helped." Ron said with a smile, "Everyone is talking about Quidditch. If you don't know anything, you will be laughed at."
As he spoke, Ron raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
Because he knows something about Quidditch and has two brothers on the college teams, he can be said to be quite popular these days, with a group of little wizards surrounding him wherever he goes.
This feeling of being noticed and valued by everyone was something he had never experienced before.
"How about we go ask Hermione?"
Harry said tentatively, "I remember she had a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. I wonder if she's got it back."
"I think that we should give up."
Hearing the name, Ron's grin suddenly disappeared.
He frowned and said with a bitter face: “She hasn’t spoken to us for a long time since she came back from the fourth floor that day.
And Gryffindor knows that Hermione never borrows a book for more than three days."
After Ron said this, Harry also remembered...Hermione was indeed like that.
From the first day of school, she always carried two books with her, one was the textbook she needed for class, and the other was borrowed from the library.
Not just pretending, but really watching.
In addition, when in the common room, she seldom communicated with other little wizards, and always sat alone in the corner reading quietly.
I don't know who first discovered it, but she said she would basically change the books she borrowed from the library every three days.
Seamus Finnigan had even sworn to the two that she wouldn't last a month.
But judging from the current situation, he was probably going to lose. If Hermione changed one more book tomorrow, he would have to buy a box of Bibi Every Flavour Beans for everyone in the dormitory.
Harry didn't mind a box of candy, but he still couldn't understand how Hermione managed to finish a book in just two or three minutes.
For him, even finishing a book in two weeks is a difficult task.
"Forget it then." Harry sighed.
In fact, he was also quite afraid of seeing Hermione. The invisible aura of that academic master always made him nervous.
"Or, ask Kyle."
At this time, Ron suddenly said, "I heard from Fred and George that he has books about Quidditch, and more than one."
Harry was somewhat tempted, but still hesitant, "But I don't know Kyle. Will he lend me the book?"
"Don't worry, I'm here." Ron patted his chest, then pulled Harry downstairs.
"Besides, we have to try it to know if it works... Come with me, we will go find him now."
The two searched the castle, from the underground classroom to the astronomy tower, but could not find Kyle.
Somehow, even the twins and Cedric seemed to be missing.
Finally, when he was on the astronomy tower, Harry accidentally glanced outside the castle and saw several people fishing by the Black Lake.
……