Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

　　 Christmas is over, and the school is starting to operate as usual.

　　 Malfoy still lives his seemingly peaceful campus life, with restaurants, libraries, dorms, classrooms, four points and one line, with few exceptions.

　　 As far as Harry is concerned, the captain Wood of the Quidditch in their college has stricter requirements on the players than ever before. Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snow, his energy did not cool down. The Weasley brothers kept complaining, but persisted, not to mention Harry.

　　 Because it is assumed that they won the game. They are likely to be able to put an end to Slytherin's Academy Cup for seven consecutive years.

　　When the goal is out of reach, people usually give up their efforts. When the goal may be that you can touch it with your toes, most people tend to stick their teeth and stick to it. This is the true portrayal of the Gryffindor team.

　　The Weasley brothers on the training ground began to blame again. They kept diving and bombing each other, pretending to fall off the flying broom.

　　 Finally, they were trained by Wood, and there was bad news: "Snape will serve as the referee for the game."

　　In a short time, almost all the players' faces were covered with clouds. Obviously, the goal that could be achieved by struggling with the previous footsteps suddenly became an unfinished task.

　　Everyone's morale has fallen, and their enthusiasm for training has also dropped a lot. Obviously this is a fatal enough blow.

After the training was over, the Gryffindor players were still whispering and chatting, presumably guessing how Snape would embarrass them, and Harry had no intention of listening to them and went straight to the Gryffindor lounge He wanted Hermione and Ron to give him an idea, and he doubted that Snape would still strike him.

　　 "Don't take part in the competition." Hermione said immediately.

　　 "Just say you are sick," Ron said.

　　 "Pretend to break your leg." Hermione suggested.

　　 "Really broke the leg." Ron said.

　　Harry's painful forehead said: "I'm the only player in the team, I can't play if I'm absent."

　　Ron and Hermione stopped talking immediately. They both knew that Harry was a very responsible boy. He couldn't drag the whole team for his own safety.

　　 Of course, this once again reflects the irrationality of this game and the mistakes of the Gryffindor team in training talent. How can there be no substitute for a large game?

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　　 "Damn." Malfoy took a bite of butter bread fiercely.

　　 "My elder lady, is it not our game? Can we not care? Do you know when I fell asleep last night?" Malfoy wailed exaggeratedly at the table.

　　 "I must see Gryffindor lose." Apparently, Pansy was grumpy about the last team's defeat and said that he still clenched his fist.

　　 "I hate female fans." Malfoy slandered. "However, today should be able to make a quick decision, and quickly go back to sleep after reading it." Thinking of him in this way, he seemed to be better.

　　 "In this game, but our dean was the referee, Gryffindor must have suffered a lot." Pansy whispered, but Malfoy could feel the excitement in her tone.

　　 Malfoy couldn't help but support: "Is it really good to be happy for an unfair referee?"

　　 Soon they came all the way to the stadium, and the enthusiasm of the audience was unprecedented. Cheers, cheers, even though the game was heard throughout the game, Gryffindor was particularly excited. This game was too crucial for them, but when they knew that Snape was the referee, the field was obviously A boo.

　　 "Ron, look at it, Professor Dumbledore is here." Hermione in the stands said Ron's sleeve.

　　Dumbledore dragged his robe slowly into the meeting place.

　　 "Thank goodness." Ron took a breath, "So we can rest assured that Snape wouldn't dare to play ghosts in front of him."

　　 "No." Hermione frowned. "Last time it seemed that Professor Dumbledore was also in the stands." She said.

　　 "So why didn't he help Harry last time?" Ron apparently didn't believe it.

　　 "I don't know." She paused and clenched her wand in hand: "So we can't take it lightly."

　　 "Remember, don't forget, it's'leg stiffness'." Hermione reminded Ron.

　　 "Yes." Ron was impatient. "I still don't believe that he dares to be a ghost in public," he said again.

　　Hermione thought that the efficiency of the last block was too slow, so today she chose to use a new spell to deal with Snape.

　　 On the court, the players from both sides came to the center of the court. As usual in the previous game, Mrs. Huo Qi said something like a fair game and the game began.

　　 "Hufflepuff free throw!" Snape said in a somber tone.

　　 Less than a few minutes after the game started, Snape awarded Hufflepuff a free throw on the grounds that George hit the wandering ball at him and interfered with the referee.

　　Harry was still hovering on the court, like an eagle, he wanted to find the thief as soon as possible, so that Snape would favor Hufflepuff as little time as possible.

　　 "Hufflepuff free throw!" he said again, this time for no reason.

The Gryffindor students on the field were boiling, and the harsh whistle came from all grades. Even the students of Hufflepuff did not look very good. Obviously, in terms of their loyal personality, even if they were partial to them As a vested interest, they cannot accept it.

　　 "Good job." Pansy cheered with his hands raised.

　　 "Why don't you cheer, our college scored again." Pansy poked Malfoy with his arm.

　　 "Oh, yeah!" Malfoy raised his hand stiffly and waved. "Good job!" he said dryly.

　　 The voice just fell, and there was a thunderous applause all around the grandstand. Except for the seats on the side of their college, there was a strange silence.

　　Pansi reminded Malfoy that it seemed that the victory or defeat had already been decided, and she missed the crucial moment.

The excited voice of the commentary sounded: "Oh my god, what I saw, there must have been many viewers who did not respond just now, and even I almost missed the historic moment! Harry Potter of the Gryffindor team just now Suddenly a beautiful dive, his speed was so fast that I thought he was about to hit the ground, and the referee was the same." He took a breath and continued. "Mr. Snape has already mounted his broom and is ready to rescue him. But Harry did not fall, just a few inches beside the referee. He successfully caught the golden thief. Now he raises the golden thief. Hold high and declare your victory! The audience let us cheer, for this historic moment, we have the honour to witness the fastest ending game in Quidditch history!"

　　 The huge cheers almost upset the whole venue.

Not enough, Ron whispered in a low voice: "Obviously, I was looking for an opportunity to fall into the rocks." Ron, who didn't believe a moment ago, was shocked when he saw Snape riding a broomstick, so his position was easily followed. Changed.

　　 "Hmm." Hermione agreed. "But Harry didn't give him a chance!" She smiled happily.

　　 "Good job," a kind voice came from behind Harry, and he looked back, with a smile on Dumbledore's face. ""It's nice to see that you didn't think about the magic mirror all day, and your life is very fulfilling, too good." The professor's voice was very low, and he alone heard it.

　　 Harry looked back, and saw Snape vomiting fiercely on the ground. He felt that it might be the happiest moment in his life, and he was happier than ever. He finally did something that he was truly proud of—no one would ever say that he just had a loud name. The air at night has never been so sweet. He walked through the moist grass, and the scene just reappeared in his mind for an hour ago, some blurry and happy fragments: Gryffindor students ran over to put him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione Jumping up and down in the distance, Ron snorted with a nosebleed.

　　Harry had arrived at the broom shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows glowing red under the setting sun. The Gryffindor team took the lead. He succeeded.

　　 There are people who are very happy and those who are sad.

　　 There was a sharp pain on someone's foot, and he was stepped on. He turned his head to look over, it was Pan Xi's red face. Malfoy saw that her body was shaking and her eyes were all red. www.readwn.com~ I said earlier not to come, but to bear the blow. "Malfoy obviously didn't say these words. This is obviously fueling the fire. The first task now is to cool down. But he couldn't find any comforting words for a while."

　　 "Who am I? I am the rich second generation!" He suddenly patted his head. He slowly said to Pansy: "Gryffindors are invincible. Harry Potter's broom is the latest light wheel 2000. Professor McGonagall seems fair, but he is most eccentric to them." Wen Yan Pansy nodded fiercely. Obviously agree with this reason. "But this problem cannot continue next year. I will ask my father to sponsor the Slytherin team. Next year's Light Wheel 2001 will definitely be better than them."

　　 "Really? Isn't that a small amount?" Pansy couldn't believe it.

　　 "For the honor of the college, what Jin Jialong counted." Malfoy said rightly.

　　Pansi looked at him blankly, and suddenly "poofed" smiled. Said: "Come on you, the person with the least sense of honor in the academy is you. You have to come to pull you in both games."

　　 "Uh..." Malfoy didn't know how to proceed.

　　 "But I know you are for me." Pansy's voice was lowered, which was different from the flushing caused by the anger just now. Now she has a shy blush on her face, and she looks shy and cute.

　　 "Thank you." She whispered, and then kissed his cheek like a dragon, and then got up and ran away.

　　 "Evil capitalism." Malfoy sighed when he touched where he was just kissed. "But I like it." He added such a sentence in his heart ~ www.readwn.com ~ welcome book readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all in ~www.readwn.com ~ mobile phone users please visit read.