Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The days passed very quickly, and after entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school are gray and covered with ice and snow. The lake is cold and hard like hardened steel. Every morning, the ground has frost.

Malfoy next to the dinning table couldn’t help but yawn. He read it very late yesterday because he thought that today is the Quidditch match basic school holiday without class, so he stayed for a while. Unexpectedly, this morning he was forced to pull from the bed by Pansy.

“First, why do girls go to man’s bed at will? Second, why are everyone so crazy about this game?” Malfoy was carrying two huge dark circles, mechanically repeating the action, stuffing the bread into his mouth. . The heart is not affected by the belly.

“Today is the most crucial day. If we lose, Gryffindor really has to catch up with us.” Pansy analyzed the situation of Quiddich and the influence on the house cup next to Malfoy.

“In any case, Dumbledore will give this year’s house cup to the Lions in order to give Harry a reputation.” Malfoy knows it, but he doesn’t say it.

“Not to mention that others have a protagonist’s aura, golden snitch flies directly into the mouth, how to win here.” These words are naturally impossible to say to Pansy. Malfoy can only perfuse a few words: “On the Gryffindor’s small body, our team can definitely crush them, so don’t worry.”

“Right, I heard that the savior is Gryffindor’s Seeker. They also said Captain is a secret weapon. What can First Year do? No cheating?” Pansy said, taking two pieces of bread and applying it to the middle. Jam.

“Miss, when it comes to cheating, people will think about our house first.” Malfoy wanted to laugh. Talking about Quiddich, Slytherin is not a cheating, but there are so many small moves that many people don’t have a good impression of their team.

“You’re going to be almost the same.” Pansy looked at Malfoy with a look of hope. “Squeeze their arrogance.”

“I don’t have any interest in this set. I won’t see it if you call me today.” Malfoy naturally refused.

“No interest? That’s why you are still very good, right?” Pansy seemed to have caught the loophole in Malfoy’s words.

“Don’t talk when you eat.” Malfoy slid a piece of bread into Pansy’s mouth, and then Pansy could only make a slight wu wu sound, hating Malfoy.

“Do you want to murder me?” The bread seemed to be a bit big. Pansy swallowed it for half a day before it was completely solved, and he drank a big bit of honey tea.

“You told me to go to those activities and also murder me. You have to know…”

“Time is life,” Pansy said strangely. “You are bothering, what happened to me murder? Today you are willing to go, not willing to go.”

“Traveling.” Malfoy waved his hand.

“Just collect the information of the Dark Lord.” Malfoy tried to convince himself that he felt that today’s activities made sense.

“It’s almost the same.” Pansy raised his head and seemed to announce his victory again.

At eleven o’clock, it seems that the teachers and students of the school have come to the stands around the Quiddich stadium. Many students also brought binoculars. The seat was simply raised to mid-air, but sometimes it is still difficult to see the game.

Due to the enthusiasm of Pansy, Malfoy and her came early, sitting in the front position, but for this kind of competition, the difference between the seats is not big.

“It’s bad.” Pansy took a shot of his forehead. “I forgot to bring a telescope.” Then he stared at Malfoy and expected him to have a solution.

“Don’t look at me, or do I try with the Accio spell?”

“Go to death.” It was a joke that Malfoy was standing, and it was too far from the bedroom. The Accio curse is also limited by distance, and Dumbledore may be able to make it.

“In fact, I can’t see clearly that the blows I received will be lighter,” Malfoy thought.

“Close your eyes,” Malfoy whispered, still preparing to meet Pansy’s wishes.

Pansy immediately took care of it.

“When you ask for someone, you are not at all arrogant.” Malfoy couldn’t help but laugh.

“The horizon is wide!” Malfoy whispered the spells.

As a progressive wizard, the self-made charm can be said to be a dividing point. In a sense, only after you create or improve a spell, can you really count as Reach the Higher Level in the magic field, otherwise Can only be regarded as picking up the predecessors. Professor Lockhart, who will be coaching next year, is flat, but the one-handedly improved “I am forgotten” is still mixed in the magic circle to get rich.

“Innovation is the first productivity.” Malfoy’s thoughts drifted away.

“The first homemade curse was actually used in this place.” Malfoy didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. As far as human nature is concerned, the brave fight has long been deeply involved in genetics. If Malfoy can, of course, want to create a killing spell like “Sectumsempra”, it seems to have been counterproductive.

“Auxiliary is not bad.” Malfoy can only comfort himself.

“You can blink.”

“Now I finally understand why you went to the library one day.” Pansy looked at the central center and felt like he was listening to Captain’s instructions around the Slytherin team member. Any Slytherin team member’s little moves could not escape. Her eyes, even the spit star that Flint spoke when she spoke, saw it.

“so-so,” Pansy commented. “I still want to hear what they are saying.”

“I can’t do this.” Malfoy helpless shrugged.

“It’s useless.” Pansy curl one’s lip.

“Hey, are you considered abandon one’s benefactor after achieving one’s goal?”

“Don’t make a noise, the game is about to begin.”

“Sure enough, no matter which World women fans are unreasonable.” Malfoy felt hurt.

The game is about to begin, and Madam Hooch stands as the referee in the middle of the stadium, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the team members.

The stands outside the stadium were full of people, some people took banners, and some people shook their own small flags. Some people are quiet and focused on the teammates on both sides of the telescope. Some people are walking away. Yes, it is Malfoy, everyone else is looking forward to the game when he is glanced around.

“Infatuated professor, the beloved is dead and will continue to be a nanny to her son.” Soon Malfoy saw Snape, or the cold look, but his eyes swept to Harry from time to time.

Eyes moved, and soon Malfoy saw Professor Quirrell with a headscarf.

“This is the real lucky e, you can meet the Dark Lord when you rush to the wild.” Malfoy is low sighed. “But boss only takes you as cannon fodder.”

The line of sight moved again, sweeping through the highest row, and he saw Ron and Hermione sitting next to Seamus Neville and the others, who pulled a banner made of sheets that said Potter would win, below A lion symbolizing Gryffindor, Hermione whispered, making the paint on the banner sparkle in different colors.

The team members of both sides gradually moved closer to the center, and Madam Hooch raised his volume: “Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the competition fairly and honestly.” Madam Hooch kept his eyes on Captain of Slytherin when he spoke. Obviously It is a special warning.

“Please ride the broomstick.”

Both team members rode their brooms.

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle.

Fifteen broomsticks rose up and rose high into the sky. The game is over.

“Equipment crushing, how do you play?” Malfoy’s eyesight is good, and he can still see the situation without applying magic. But as soon as he saw the speed of the crowd, he could not help but shook his head. “No wonder the team will be sponsored in the second year. The gap is too big.” I saw Harry rushing to the sky with a broom. The players of Slytherin and Gryffindor are obviously behind him.

The next game you came to me, Malfoy only felt boring. The existence of golden snitch is enough to completely destroy the gameplay of this game. The game that almost puts the victory and defeat of the game on one person really has nothing to look at.

“Whoever goes up and use the quaffle to get a two or three hundred percent to fight this rule.” Malfoy could not help but think maliciously.

“Gryffindor’s Keeper Wood has a beautiful action, breaking the ball. Now the Gryffindor team is taking the ball – it is the Gryffindor team’s chaser Katie Bell, flying over the sky and rushing around Flint.”哎哟 哎哟 – that must be very painful.” Lee Jordan’s voice echoed loudly over the stadium. Malfoy is only sad for the professionalism of this event. As a commentary, how can there be such a clear bias towards the two teams? Gryffindor is beautiful and perfect. Slytherin has nothing. This made Malfoy remember the words of the previous life: “Long live Italy.” The commentator who said this sentence was not spurted.

The game then continued. Flint fouled and he ran into Harry and gave Gryffindor a free kick. But it seems that they have not grasped this opportunity.

At the moment, Harry on the stadium seemed to feel something wrong with his broom. He could not command it at all. Broomstick turned left and turned right in the air, from time to time “sou sou” violently shaking, almost fell him from above.

“Ron, look, Harry’s broom is a bit abnormal.” Hermione seemed to have first discovered the problem.

Harry’s broom squirmed and squirmed all the way, slowly and steadily moving Harry away from the field.

“Harry’s innate talent is as powerful as his daddy, don’t worry.” Hagrid mumbled. Because of his pile of magical creatures, he had to be a little late. “This is definitely a strategy for Gryffindor, you know – impossible!” Hagrid suddenly yelled.

At this moment everyone in the stands pointed up at Harry. His broomstick began to roll and roll, and Harry could barely support it. Suddenly, the broomstick was another crazy twist, and Harry was knocked down by it. He now grabs the broomstick with one hand and hangs in the air.

“When Flint hit him, did the broom have a problem?” Seamus whispered.

“That’s the latest Nimbus 2000.” Ron’s voice shook a little.

“It must be dark magic.” Hermione gave her own inference, talking about a telescope that had captured Hagrid, but she did not look at the stadium, but instead looked at the crowd on the stands.

Soon she seemed to have found her goal and quickly left the small group of Gryffindor.

“The little girl is going to act.” Malfoy watched Hermione struggle through the crowd and came to the stands where Snape was.

“It’s a pity to find the wrong person.” Malfoy touched his nose and sat watching the show.

“I’m worried about IQ.” Malfoy stared at Quirrell, who was inadvertently interrupted by Hermione’s use spell. He couldn’t help but laugh, how much he dared to solve Harry in full view, Dumbledore could not be trifled with, even without Hermione’s misunderstanding It was impossible for Dumbledore to let Harry go wrong.

The effect of the curse stopped, and Harry’s broom returned to normal.

Suddenly there was a tidal cheer on the stands, and people got up and clapped their hands. Harry spit out the golden snitch in his mouth, waving his broom and saying, “I caught snitch!”. Lee Jordan announced the results of the game, 170 scored 60, Gryffindor won the game.

“Damn.” Pansy hated.

“So you said that you are licking my leg, Miss.” Malfoy only felt a tingling on his thigh, and Pansy stunned him, seemingly venting, as for who’s legs are not what Pansy cares. The problem is.

“No longer sitting with the female fans.” Malfoy said secretly to himself.

“The last minute of silence for Mr. Snape, whose robe was burned, was two seconds.” Malfoy finally glanced at the professor who had been smashed by Hermione.

“Let’s go.” Pansy stood up and slammed into the chair.

“The horizon is like the beginning!” Malfoy couldn’t help but smile. Obviously, Pansy, who didn’t curse, couldn’t notice the foot.

“Get up.” Malfoy reached out and prepared to pull Pansy and take her away. But she looked down and seemed to be thinking about something.

“Today they win is just a fluke, right?” Pansy suddenly looked at Malfoy.

“Absolutely lucky.” Malfoy can only follow her.

“We will definitely win next year?”

“Of course.” Malfoy comforted.

“You will definitely help us revenge, right?”

“Right right.” When the words came out, Malfoy felt that he had been put together.

“Very good, I am in a much better mood now.” Pansy’s face suddenly smiled, like a cloud that had been raining through the clouds. “Let’s go.” Pansy said happily, it seems that the loss of the game has no effect on her.

Malfoy: “…….”