Chapter 205: Hogwarts without Della - Quidditch
Harry Potter must have a natural aura that doesn't match his, otherwise why would he always pick on his glory days to cause trouble?
That night, after finally getting information about Della and finally becoming famous, Harry Potter's godfather, who had escaped from Azkaban, made a big fuss and attracted all the students' attention.
Although Sirius probably wanted Harry to be unlucky, it was Harry Potter's godfather who stole Draco's limelight, right?
Anyway, that night, Draco, who had no choice but to squeeze into a rough sleeping bag and sleep on the floor of the hall with a large group of people in a very unrefined manner, made another note of Harry Potter in his heart.
After that glorious yet embarrassing Halloween, Draco still had the bandage on his hand, but he no longer wanted to wear it. He made the bandage very loose and took it off when it became uncomfortable. To make Gryffindor angry, he even put it back on in front of them.
Especially when they were doing Quidditch training and happened to share the field with Gryffindor, oh, that was really interesting. Originally, only Harry Potter's broom was faster, and now Gryffindor was completely unable to compare with Slytherin, whose flying broom had been updated once again.
At this time, the Slytherin players would not train seriously. Marcus tacitly allowed them to ride on brooms and swing left and right around the Gryffindor players in the name of training to influence the lions' mentality. This was a tactic. The first game was between Slytherin and Gryffindor. There was no reason for them to train hard in front of the group of lions and expose their tactics.
Draco was the one who had the most fun. Riding on the rocket crossbow, he truly became a bolt of lightning. He could even rush to the scoring circle when Fred/George raised their bats, make a weird face, and when the other side got angry and hit the ball hard, he would suddenly rush behind the other side and laugh.
After such a happy play, Draco deliberately put on the bandage in front of Harry, and then twisted his body a few times to remind Harry that he still had to come and "serve" him in Potions class as usual.
Is Gryffindor angry?
of course.
Is Gryffindor so angry that he wants to take action?
of course.
But Draco Malfoy, who was treated differently by Della Riddle, was now protected by almost all Slytherins. These people even wanted to catch someone who was plotting against Draco so that they could get closer to him and get in touch with Della Riddle.
Therefore, the Weasley twins and Harry, a trio who were the most capable of punishing Draco Malfoy, were being watched almost all the time. They were extremely annoyed and had no chance to take action against Draco.
Later on, the Gryffindor team could only start to avoid the Slytherin team.
Draco said...
So cool! ! !
This is how a Malfoy should be treated in school!!
However, he would be happier if Della was around.
But it's okay now. Since that Halloween, every time Ang flew over, Snape would give him a small gift engraved with "D&D" the next day. Draco rarely went out to show off these, but hid them very carefully, and then savored Della's love for the gift alone in the dormitory.
There was only one thing that troubled him. Snape was unwilling to let Angel take back the gift he was giving to Della.
How much trouble could this be? Draco felt that Dean Snape was too unreasonable about the multiple small packages on Ange's paws.
Alas, I don’t know if Dean Snape will mention me in the letter, even if it’s just a short sentence. Draco doesn’t want Della to be like him before, with no news at all. That would be too tormenting.
"Malfoy," in the Slytherin common room, as Draco sat in front of the fireplace, his daily thoughts drifting away, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, sat down next to Draco. He had just come back from outside, and his robes were still dripping with water from the heavy rain. "Do you feel your hand?"
"What?" Draco frowned, not understanding why Flint asked this question.
"The weather has been too bad recently. It might be bad on the day of our match with Gryffindor as well," Flynn pointedly looked at Draco's unbandaged hand. "If another member of our team is injured, we should be able to postpone it until the weather is better."
"Sounds (good)..." Draco almost agreed immediately. He really didn't want to play in the rain, but he immediately thought of Della. If they won the game, even if Snape only wrote 'Slytherin team' in the letter, Della would have received news from him, right?
"I don't think this is a good idea," Draco said. "Della just gave us such a good broom, and now the whole school is watching us. It doesn't seem reasonable to delay the game like this."
"You mean, Riddle wants to see us win and honor her?" Flint lowered his voice as he and Draco moved closer.
"...Yes." Draco blinked his gray-blue eyes and agreed.
"Okay," Flint gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, "We have to be more careful this time, and we have to win quickly, even if the score difference is not big. We still have two games to go if we want to score more points."
"The Gryffindor team these past two years is really weird. That savior always manages to catch the Snitch," Draco said angrily, then patted his chest, "As long as I can see the Snitch this time, my rocket crossbow will definitely be faster than him!"
Della gave him a gift that would bring him one step closer to glory, so he must defeat the opponent he deserves to be defeated the most and bring the most glorious glory to her!
With such determination, Draco stood on the green field against Gryffindor on that stormy and thunderous Saturday.
As soon as he stood in the center of the field and the cold rain blew on his body, Draco regretted it a little. He had never played Quidditch in such bad weather before. However, as soon as his eyes swept over the cursive "D&D" engraved on the broom, the sense of belief that rose in his heart drove away all the regrets.
Della didn’t get to watch him compete, but when she was on the field with him, Della always did a great job, so he had to bring her share to win together!
After Madam Hooch's shrill whistle, Draco rode his rocket crossbow straight into the sky. The whistling wind blew past his ears and fine rain hit his face. Draco, blinded by the rain, only wanted to occupy a high position as quickly as possible to determine the location of the little golden snitch.
He stopped several feet higher than the audience seats, and tried his best to open his gray-blue eyes to search for the small golden light that symbolized victory in the venue. At the same time, Draco noticed that Harry was riding the slowly moving Nimbus 2000 towards him.
Draco immediately put on a serious expression and jumped a long distance to the left. Sure enough, Harry Potter continued to follow him, apparently wanting to follow him to find the Golden Snitch.
Under normal circumstances, Draco would have flown to Harry Potter and made a few sarcastic remarks, but he had to win this time and must not give Harry Potter any chance, so he put the search for the golden flying bird first, and made a few fake moves at intervals to confuse Harry Potter and consume his energy.
The rocket crossbow's super high performance gave him the confidence to be so active, and this was the support Della gave him.
In addition to this pair of seekers fighting with wits and courage, other players were also competing around each other's scoring circle. Slytherin continued their rough style of play, and with the physical blessing of the new broom and the psychological blessing of the name Riddle, they played more crazily and more desperately than ever before.
The 'not wanting to live' here means not wanting the other person's life.
With the speed of their new brooms, the two Slytherin Beaters turned the Bludger into almost a toy for them. As soon as one of them hit the ball, the other would jump over according to the trajectory. Regardless of whether the Weasley twins could intercept the ball, one of them would hit the Bludger towards the Gryffindor Chaser halfway.
Fred and George were overwhelmed, and several times the Gryffindor Chasers had to duck their heads or turn around with their broomsticks to avoid being hit by the Bludgers.
When Wood called a timeout, Gryffindor was trailing by eighty points. Fred and Angelina's arms were both grazed by the Bludgers. Harry, who couldn't see anything because of his glasses, was panting with exhaustion. If Hermione hadn't put a waterproof spell on his glasses, he would have almost lost heart.
The game started again in the midst of the violent storm. Harry, who was able to see, finally figured out Draco's not-so-clever feint, and began to search for the Golden Snitch himself.
The dark clouds overhead were always shaking with flashes of lightning. The zigzag lightning was blindingly bright, and the accompanying thunderclaps made people's ears tinnitus. In such an unpleasant scene, Harry clearly saw the outline of a large, shaggy black dog in the top row of empty seats in the audience.
Ominous——
Just as he thought this, Wood's scream of pain called his attention back, "Harry, behind you!"
So Harry turned his head, but Wood's voice also attracted the attention of the other seeker, and Draco also saw the small golden dot flashing in the rain.
Both of them rushed towards the Golden Snitch in the center, and the speed of the rocket crossbow used by the team was absolutely overwhelming.
Draco caught the golden light of glory, and Slytherin won the game.
Harry Potter fell off his broom amid the cold embrace of the Dementors.