Chapter 222: Hogwarts without Della - A fight between two people

Chapter 222: Hogwarts without Della - A fight between two people

The Slytherin team won another victory. In the match against Ravenclaw in the new semester, they won a landslide victory with a score difference of 90 points + a Golden Snitch. While sending three Ravenclaw players to the infirmary, they also basically won this year's Quidditch Cup.

Unless a team can create a margin of more than 300 points in each of the next two games, this year's Quidditch Cup will undoubtedly belong to Slytherin.

Draco was satisfied with the result, but also a little unhappy.

The gifts that Della brought every week never changed due to their team's victories. Draco realized that this might just be Della's routine gift.

Of course, it is also possible that Professor Snape did not tell Della about this in the letter, but Draco inevitably felt a sense of anxiety as if he was being treated perfunctorily.

And there was a new rumor - it was witnessed by many people. This semester, Harry Potter often went to see Professor McGonagall, and they heard the Savior asking McGonagall for the Rocket Dragull that had been taken away from him.

How could that poor fellow have a rocket crossbow?

Which generous fellow gave Harry Potter such a great Christmas present?

Draco immediately thought of Della, and felt even more anxious. At the same time, he felt a sense of betrayal in his heart. Now he was trying every means to verify the guess that might break his heart.

Who could best give him an answer about Della?

Poor Professor Snape was targeted again.

"..." In the dimly lit potion office, Snape stared at Draco, who was looking determined, and frowned. "Mr. Malfoy, you said you wanted to know if Mr. Potter's Rocket Cross was given by Della?"

Snape spoke word by word in a low voice. The more he spoke, the closer his big hooked nose moved towards Draco. Draco, feeling so oppressed, stiffened uncontrollably.

"That's right, Professor." Even though his wrists were shaking with fear, Draco still forced himself to look into Snape's deep black eyes. He said loudly, "I want to know. This is very important to me!"

"Oh," Snape sneered, and his body stepped back. He looked at Draco with some disdain and pity in his eyes. "Is this all you see?"

"If you really want to know, then I tell you, Harry Potter's broom has nothing to do with Della," Snape said, waving his hand and no longer looking at Draco, "It was probably sent by Sirius Black to his good godson."

"Black?" Draco read, his stubborn expression suddenly relaxed. He said goodbye to Snape and walked out the door with a smile on his face.

There were classes in the afternoon, so Draco, who got a satisfactory answer, walked up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he ran into Harry Potter, who seemed to be very worried.

"Oh, Pott, are you still thinking about the confiscated Rocket Draco?" Draco mocked him.

"None of your business, Malfoy." Harry, who had just been rejected by McGonagall again, glared at Draco and remembered the court summons for Buckbeak that Hagrid received during the holidays.

"Don't tell me you're going to use that nice broom," Draco said, with a malicious smile. "You know, the only person who could give you a Rocket Crossbow is your godfather, and the man who killed your parents."

Harry looked at Draco. He didn't reply, but his green eyes suddenly widened and flames burned in them.

"And you actually wanted to use this broom," Draco saw the anger in Harry's eyes, but since Della left Country Y, Draco was angry at Harry all the time, so he was not scared at all, "Why, don't you have any feelings for someone who has a blood feud with you?"

"Ha, do you really care about your poor parents?" Draco had just finished speaking when Harry punched him. Draco first covered his face and screamed, but after he reacted he also rushed towards Harry, and the two started wrestling on the stairs.

"How dare you mention my parents like that?" Harry shouted as he hit Draco. He slammed Draco into the banister of the stairs. "A Death Eater kid like you who helps the evil has no right to mention my parents!"

"What good thing are you? Don't you just want a rocket crossbow?" Draco struggled hard and pushed Harry to the other side. "Everyone knows that it can only be given to you by Sirius Black, but you only want good things. Do you know that he is your enemy?"

"And you," Draco said, his voice rising as he became more and more excited, "you took away Della who was so kind to you! She's out there all alone! Are you happy? Satisfied!"

"I didn't!" Harry's face flushed. He was pushed against the wall by Draco. He almost shouted this sentence, trying to deny everything Draco had just said. "No one has ever cared about what I really think! No one has ever cared about my wishes!"

"Who cares about your wishes! The result is that you hurt Della!" Draco tried his best to suppress the emotional Harry with a ferocious face, "And you have been hurting people since you were born!"

Hearing this, the expression on Harry's face suddenly went blank, and a feeling of sadness and suffocation rose from his throat. "I didn't -" he said it again, but his voice became lower, and he lost the strength to fight against Draco.

"What are you doing!" Professor McGonagall, who had rushed over after receiving the news, appeared at the stairs. She held up her robe and stared at the two boys with serious injuries on their faces, "Stop it immediately!"

Draco loosened his hand, and the pain came back at the moment when he regained his consciousness. The corners of his mouth twitched and he gasped in pain. Harry's situation was not much better. He covered his face with his hands, his eyebrows were furrowed, but his face was still blank.

"I am willing to drink Veritaserum, Professor McGonagall," Draco declared first. He looked at Harry when he said Veritaserum. "It was Potter who attacked me first."

"Malfoy insulted my parents first!" said Harry, looking at McGonagall with his green eyes wide open, the angry blush creeping back into his cheeks.

"I insulted you!" Draco sneered, "After all, what kind of person would want the things of his enemy?"

"That's enough!" McGonagall shouted. She looked at Draco who was constantly tearing open Harry's past wounds. Her eyes were full of disapproval, but she didn't intend to protect Harry who threw the first punch. "Deduct 30 points from each of you. I'll arrange detention for you later!"

"Got it, Professor," Draco said, still maintaining a sneer and mocking look on his face, "Then I'll go to the classroom first."

McGonagall watched Draco walk up the stairs, and gave him an extra reminder to go to the infirmary. Then she turned her gaze to Harry, who was neither moving nor speaking in front of her. "How are you? Do you want to go to my office for a cup of tea and rest?" She asked Harry, her tone as steady as ever, but the concern in her words made her voice much softer.

"Thank you for your concern. I think I'll have to go to the infirmary first, Professor McGonagall," said Harry, and the blush on his face was gone again. "There's no need to check the broom again, Professor."

"What?" Mag didn't respond.

"I don't want that Christmas present from someone I don't know." Harry's emerald eyes showed an unprecedented emptiness. "Please help me throw it away, Professor."