The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom walked slowly along the crowd, listening to the little wizards around him discussing today's Quidditch match loudly. Most of the time, the most heated discussion is after the game: Why is so-and-so team in poor condition, or so-and-so is sleepwalking throughout the game.

If you win, even coughing is a psychological game, but if you lose, even breathing is wrong.

In all competitive games, losing is the original sin.

So Malfoy was in big trouble. The news that his father gave every member of the team a Nimbus 2001 spread throughout Hogwarts, but now the backlash is coming. Anyone with eyes can see that Slytherin lost to the Seeker in this game.

So Malfoy suddenly took the biggest blame.

"Is Draco sleepwalking?" Tom heard a Slytherin student not far away yelling angrily, speaking quickly and spitting, "I saw clearly with the telescope, the Golden Snitch was there at that time Less than a foot from his ear!”

After this shocking news broke, the surrounding audience was in an uproar whether intentional or unintentional. If this was true, it would be dramatic.

"Really?"

"Really! My binoculars are waterproof and can be replayed..." He took out a pair of binoculars and replayed the final showdown between Malfoy and Harry.

The little wizards happily ate the melon. Some people think that Malfoy is not worthy of the position and came in through connections. Others think that Malfoy is deliberately letting things slip. Some young wizards say that Slytherin's failure to qualify for the Quidditch Cup this year is all Malfoy's fault...

Tom looked away in boredom. He could fully imagine the pressure Malfoy would face. Tom looked ahead, where the little wizards of Gryffindor were celebrating. They set off the Weasley brothers' magic fireworks as if they were free of charge. These fireworks are waterproof. In addition to fireworks, they also set up a flag with a vivid lion on it, roaring up to the sky, making a real lion roar——

The little wizards of Gryffindor stopped, and they gathered around, as if something had happened. Judging from their expressions, it might not be a good thing.

Tom noticed this change. He pushed through the crowd and walked over to check the situation. When the young Gryffindor wizard saw that the person coming was a professor from the school, he consciously made way for Tom to enter the core of the circle.

Tom saw Harry being supported by Fred and George. At this time, he was covering his forehead and looking a little groggy. Seeing Tom coming over, Fred and George both looked a little strange.

"What happened? Potter?" Tom squatted in front of Harry and took a look at his complexion. He was indeed ordinary: Harry's face was pale, and there were fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. It looked like he was experiencing great pain. .

"It's nothing, Professor." Even though he had a splitting headache, Harry still instinctively wanted to hide the pain of his scar. For the past year, he has been trying his best to downplay his specialness. He hates the sight of himself being watched by everyone like a monkey. He also hates the fact that everyone points at his forehead in surprise and mutters "Survived the catastrophe." Boy" and "Savior". He just wanted to be a normal student and enjoy the experience of studying at Hogwarts.

The words "The Boy Who Lived" were too heavy for him. Behind this word is the cost of the lives of the parents.

Fortunately, Professor Lockhart did not continue to inquire. He gave Harry a meaningful look.

"If you have anything to say or ask, you can come to me at any time. There are no outsiders here. Of course, my suggestion is to go directly to Dumbledore." He approached Harry and asked in a low voice : "Is the scar on your forehead hurting?"

Harry raised his head in surprise. He didn't expect Professor Lockhart to guess it! For a moment, his mind was spinning, wondering if he should tell the truth.

'Perhaps we can talk to Professor Lockhart privately. ’ Harry thought.

Tom confirmed his guess through Harry's reaction. He stood up straight and said to the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team surrounding him: "Mr. Potter just fell off the broom. The injury may not only be on the arm, but also on the forehead. Madam Pomfrey happens to be not far away either, so take him to have a look and ask her to prescribe some painkillers."

Tom said to Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team. Oliver Wood nodded, then picked up Harry and ran towards the school hospital.

Tom stood there, watching the group of people gradually disappear.

The pain in Harry's scar meant that Voldemort was becoming active again. Tom immediately thought of Riddle's diary, it must be that he was up to something.

Judging from Harry's reaction, Riddle's diary should have regained some power. This fact made Tom's heart feel as heavy as a big stone.

Wood's physical strength was good, and he actually carried Harry all the way to the school hospital. But this time Madam Pomfrey did not come out to entertain them immediately. Wood could only put Harry on a bed and wait uneasily.

The door to the school hospital was pushed open, and Wood froze in place just as he stood up. This time it was Dumbledore who came in, holding something in his arms. Next to him was the librarian Madam Pince, with Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey standing behind them.

Dumbledore placed the soft thing on the bed. Wood took a closer look and found that it was Cassandra, a third-year student of Slytherin House.

Mrs. Pince said uneasily: "This child didn't go to the Quidditch match. She wanted to read in the library... About ten minutes ago, I heard several strange noises and found that he was unconscious... "

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, while leaning over to take a look at the student's condition, "And before..."

"Yes, the situation is basically the same as Miss Brown's. His vitality is exhausted. Mrs. Pince found him in the library."

"Miss Worley doesn't like noisy environments, so she didn't go to today's Quidditch match." Snape looked at Cassandra lying on the bed, his face was ashen, and his tone was devoid of any emotion other than coldness.

After hearing this conversation, Harry and Wood glanced at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

"Fortunately, Miss Brown still has some medicine left..." Madam Pomfrey came over holding a jar with a silver spoon. She gently pried open Cassandra's closed lips and poured the medicine in.

Next chapter at night