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"That's normal," Cedric said. "If he can fly well, there's no need to buy brooms for everyone on the team... Nimbus 2001 is ridiculously expensive. Buying seven at a time, even if the Malfoys are rich, they can't be so extravagant."
"You're right."
Mikel squeezed over and said, "For these brooms, his pocket money was reduced by more than half."
"If that's the case, then Malfoy must have paid to join the team." Cedric glanced at him, "But Mikel...how do you know this?"
"Oh, I heard him say it himself."
Mikel subconsciously touched his pocket, which was bulging with something unknown inside.
While they were talking, the competition was about to begin.
"Listen to my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three, two, one..."
The crowd cheered and cheered them on as they took off, and the fourteen members soared into the leaden sky together.
Harry flew to the highest point immediately and began to look for the Golden Snitch.
But Malfoy was different. He didn't seem to care about the Golden Snitch at all. His eyes were always on Harry. He flew back and forth beside him on his broom, as if he was showing off something.
It looked exactly like a blackbird seeking a mate.
And this situation continued for five minutes.
"What the hell is Malfoy doing!"
Cedric frowned and said, "He is a Seeker... Could the Golden Snitch appear in Potter's shirt pocket?"
Even the Bludger couldn't stand it anymore and flew towards the two of them.
Harry swung his broom around in time and the Bludger missed and went straight into Malfoy's face.
Looking at the Bludger getting closer and closer, Malfoy seemed to be frightened and stood there like a wooden stake, with disbelief on his pale face.
Doesn't it mean that the Seeker only needs to pay attention to the Bludgers when catching the Golden Snitch?
But the game has just begun and they haven’t even seen the shadow of the Golden Snitch!
The Bludger grew larger and larger, and soon flew in front of Malfoy, who subconsciously closed his eyes.
However, the imagined pain did not come. When the Bludger was less than an inch away from him, it suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards Harry again.
Harry dodged again, but the Bludger flew towards him again, as if it had targeted him and ignored everyone else.
Fred and George also discovered this. In order to prevent Harry from being knocked off his broom by the crazy Bludger, they could only fly closely around Harry and do their best to protect his safety.
It started to rain.
"Someone has done something to... this Bludger!" Fred shouted loudly and hit the Bludger that was rushing towards him away with force.
At this time, people in the stands also noticed something was wrong.
"Marcus Flint scored a goal... It's now fifty to zero, Slytherin is leading temporarily..."
On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted, "But what about that Bludger? How many Galleons does Harry Potter owe it..."
Wood gestured to Madam Hooch...
"Oh, Oliver Wood used the timeout! I think he should have done that a long time ago... before Harry Potter got smashed in the head by that crazy Bludger..."
The members of the Gryffindor team gathered together to urgently discuss a solution.
In the stands, Kyle, wearing a waterproof and moisture-proof badge, was looking carefully for something in the rain.
Finally, he saw a vague short figure in the Slytherin player tunnel opposite.
"I'll be away for a while." Kyle said this and squeezed out of the crowd.
However, he did not go to the opposite passage, but ran towards the castle.
A few minutes later, Kyle returned, followed by a house-elf from the kitchen.
The game had resumed, and the Bludger was still chasing Harry around the field.
"Kaka, do you know that elf?" Kyle pointed in the direction of the passage. "It seems to be interfering with the Bludger."
"Kaka doesn't know it, sir!" the elf screamed, "It's not part of the kitchen..."
"Bad elf, that's a bad elf! Kaka must drive it out!"
Looking at the crazy Bludger in the sky, not knowing whether it was because of anger or something else, the elf Kaka's big ears turned red, and then disappeared on the spot with a "pop".
The next second, a stool rolled out from the aisle.
At the same time, the Bludger above the field stopped turning and went straight towards Marcus Flint along its original trajectory.
Because of what happened just now, the Slytherin captain thought that the Bludger would go after Harry again, and had no intention of dodging at all.
"boom!"
With a dull thud, the Bludger hit him hard in the face.
Marcus Flint fainted on the spot, staggered and fell off his broom.
In the stands, Professor McGonagall, who was watching the game, quickly raised her wand, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.
Thanks to book friend Zhenxing for the reward.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 300 Harry escapes
Marcus Flint was injured and left the field, giving Gryffindor a chance to catch their breath and score a goal.
10 to 50...Although the gap is still big, at least it is not zero.
Harry was the first to notice when the Bludger returned to normal. He began to speed up, squinting his eyes, and carefully looked for the whereabouts of the Snitch through the silvery rain curtain.
Harry was anxious.
Because he didn't know whether this normality was temporary, and the score gap was getting bigger and bigger, he had to catch the Golden Snitch as early as possible and end the game.
"Were you practicing ballet, Potter?" Malfoy shouted, deliberately flying next to him:
"I never knew you had this talent. Maybe you should sign up for the Skeleton Dance Troupe!"
Harry was a little annoyed by Malfoy's noise and couldn't help but look back at him, but in that glance, he saw... the golden snitch flew between the two of them.
Without any hesitation, Harry chased after him.
Malfoy was slower to react.
Although he was far behind, with the advantage of the broom, the distance between them was shortening little by little.
"It's the Golden Snitch... Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy both saw it... They're starting to speed up!"
On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted excitedly: "The Golden Snitch has changed direction... Harry Potter is following closely, less than two feet away... Draco Malfoy has been left behind... It seems that sometimes, even the best broom is useless."
The distance between Harry and the Golden Snitch was getting closer and closer, and his fingertips could even touch the thief's wings... but at this moment, a Bludger suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards him.
Harry didn't dodge this time. He let go of the broom, lunged forward, and grabbed the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.
But at the same time, his arm was also broken by the Bludger.
There was a loud thud and splash, and Harry tumbled off his broom and landed on the muddy field, with his arm dangling at a very odd angle.
There were cheers from the stands.
Kyle was also very happy... It was the first time in three years that he watched the first game in its entirety, which was worth remembering.
As the crowd in the stands shouted Harry's name in unison, Kyle also noticed that the house-elf Dobby hurriedly fled the Quidditch pitch.
Behind Dobby, Kaka was swinging a cleaning broom vigorously, hitting it on the head again and again.
This is how house-elves resolve conflicts... simple and crude, no magic, just a beating.
Kyle raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if the last Bludger that changed direction had anything to do with Dobby... If it did, then it was really persistent.
It's a pity for Harry, Kyle thought he could save his arm.
After the match, Madam Hooch moved Harry to the side of the pitch, next to Marcus Flint, to take them to the hospital wing.
Many people gathered around.
Harry, dazed, saw a row of gleaming teeth.
"Oh, no, don't," he groaned.
"What did you mean, you want me to heal your arm?" Lockhart said loudly to the students gathered around him. "Don't worry, I'm going to do that."
He drew his wand...
"So, which of you two will go first?"
Harry was extremely thankful that he didn't faint. He stretched out his uninjured hand and pointed at Marcus Flint tremblingly. "He, he's more seriously injured."
"What a kind-hearted child." Lockhart touched the raindrops from his eyes and said, "Don't worry. No matter who it is, I can cure him in the blink of an eye. Let's start with the closest one."
Lockhart looked at Harry's arm.
"No!" Harry said quickly, "Just leave it like this, it doesn't hurt me at all...hiss...thank you."
Harry struggled to sit up.
"Look at you, you're talking nonsense because of the pain." Lockhart raised his wand, "Hurry up and lie down. This is just a simple spell. I've used it countless times..."
"Professor Lockhart..."
Kyle squeezed in from the crowd and whispered beside Lockhart, "I know you can definitely cure them, but this kind of small matter should be left to Madam Pomfrey... otherwise she will lose her job.
Moreover, I think everyone would like to hear your opinion on the game just now."
"Oh... you're right. I really shouldn't have stolen Bobby's limelight."
Lockhart patted his head. "I'm sorry. I often treat the injured when I travel. I'm used to it... I hope Poppy can forgive me."
"But when it comes to Quidditch, you've asked the right person." Lockhart laughed. "The Appleland Archers invited me to join them twice, but I had to save the villagers who were plagued by the werewolves of Warga, so I had to decline.
In fact, in July of this year, they invited me again... the day after Headmaster Dumbledore came to see me. If the invitation letter had arrived two days earlier, I might have appeared on the Quidditch field at this time. "
His words immediately caused a sensation... Until now, there are still many people in the school who admire him.
But Harry, lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you..." He thanked Kyle quietly.