Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry got up from the oak boat that was mired in the mire. The corner of his eye was hit by a water arrow, and the swollen bulge made it almost impossible to see clearly in that eye, but he also stood up panting. Both of his eyes seemed to be breathing fire when there were four Slytherins.

Especially, when he saw them looking at him with smug eyes, the anger in his heart was about to explode his stomach!

"There's no point in looking at us like that, Potter."

Blaise wiped off the drops of water that splashed on his face, a smug look appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Isn't the meaning of the game just to win by whatever means?"

"Ha!" Harry laughed angrily, "It's true for Slytherin, just like your Quidditch team, cowardly cowards who try their best to avoid and Granger for a small advantage. The game of Fendo!"

"You can say as much as you like here, Potter."

Millicent, who was much stronger than Harry, looked down at Harry, and said dismissively, "Anyway, you have already lost this contest. When this school year is over, you will see Slytherin win the battle again. Eight consecutive Quidditch Trophies, Potter, I am looking forward to the expression on your face when the time comes."

Harry immediately wanted to refute, but what Neville said first made the few people stranded on the track startled,

"We didn't lose."

There was determination on Neville's chubby little face, and Harry was stunned, because it seemed to be the first time he had seen Neville not flinch from the domineering gazes of the pure-bloods in Slytherin.

"We haven't lost, Harry."

Neville emphasized again, his wet hair was slapped on his forehead in locks and locks, which looked very funny, but now no one can ignore the determination in Neville's eyes.

"Are you stumped, Longbottom?"

Daphne sneered,

"Or, hit too hard to be insane, can't you see what's going on, we're all stuck in the quagmire and we can't get out, but Slaterin and Draco and Pansy, you."

Neville took action before Daphne's sneering words were finished. He turned around and threw himself at the hemisphere at the stern of the ship decisively. After a low growl, he slapped the hemisphere with his palm.

The hull trembled violently, as if it wanted to rush forward, but then, under the astonished gazes of Slaterin and the others, it stagnated again, motionless.

"If you wanted to tease us," Daphne patted her chest and pretended to be in shock, "You succeeded, Longbottom, we were shocked by you!"

Amidst the cheerful laughter of the remaining three Slytherins, Daphne stared at the funny Neville, with a strong disgust in her tone,

"Look at your stupidity, Longbottom, it's just staining your blood, I know something interesting, I heard, your stupid parents"

"You are not allowed to insult my parents!"

Just when the people in Slytherin started to laugh at Neville, Harry's naturally hanging hand was already holding the wand, but he was hesitating whether to disobey Professor Brian's order, and when Daphne mentioned By the time he reached Neville's parents, Harry's wand had already been raised above his head, and the fire in his eyes had extinguished the worry that he would be punished. Anyway, he was going to give this Slytherin a few A lesson for the stinking snake. However, Neville roared.

The ear-piercing screeches and the suddenly moving cabin made Harry forget that he was going to punish the rude Slytherin. He looked at the stern in amazement—Neville was wet with water, white smoke was rising from his head, and his forehead was bruised. Rising violently, he let out a roar like a lion, and the sharpness in his eyes even made Harry think for a moment that he had misunderstood the person!

Moved, the boat really moved!

Neville actually broke free from the magic fixation of the La Mora fish lurking in the quagmire with the burst of magic power!

Boom!

After the heavy crashing sound, there were a few unexpected splashes of falling into the water. Looking at Harry and Neville, who were riding in the dust, the Slytherins who stood up from the water were stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

"Yo hoo!"

"Beautiful job!!!"

The sudden burst of cheers from the little Gryffindor wizard nearly knocked the roof down, especially seeing the expression on the Slytherin's face as if he had seen a ghost, the joy in his heart was about to burst out ,

"But how did they do it!"

Previously, some little Gryffindor wizards had made similar attempts when they got stuck in the quagmire, but they couldn't even shake the boat a few times, let alone break free!

"This is called 'Explosive Seed'--"

Amosta leaned back in the chair and answered the question with a smile.

Regarding Neville's shocking performance, Harry was also at a loss. He didn't know how Neville did it, but now is obviously not the time to worry about it. Since Gryffindor has another chance to win the game, With gleaming eyes, Harry made up his mind to seize the opportunity no matter what!

When Harry and Neville managed to ask Blaise and the others to rush halfway through the race, Malfoy and Pansy were about to reach the fork of the 'Y'-shaped track, that is to say, as long as they made one correct choice, You can easily get the glory in your bag.

"What happened to that Longbottom?"

Only by winning can you insult Potter better. Malfoy can understand this simple truth. He and Pansy have been on their way, trying to kill Gryffindor as soon as possible. There was no reason for the big movement, Malfoy and Pansy didn't notice.

When Millicent and Daphne rushed Potter's boat into the quagmire, Malfoy and Parkinson, who were leaning on the oak boat, were scrambling for time to recover their strength. Seeing this scene, the two of them immediately relaxed , thinking that the overall situation has been settled, but what happened next made the sense of urgency occupy the hearts of both of them again.

Even from a short distance of half a mile, Malfoy could feel the determination of the ship that was rolling in white water and galloping forward.

"Hurry up, Pansy!"

Malfoy immediately became vigilant, and he ordered Pansy loudly to sum up the little magic power left.

"But Draco—"

Pansy Parkinson's acerbic face was gentle enough to be called a lady when facing Draco. She shook off the bangs that were wet with sweat because they hung down to cover her eyes, and even Already convulsed slightly, she turned her head and looked at the fork without yelling a word of bitterness,

"Which way should we go?"

Both forks were shrouded in hazy mist, and there were about five or six flickering orange lights in the mist on the left, while there was only one on the right.

This is obviously unreasonable, and anyone with a clear mind should immediately recognize that there is something tricky in it.

But when his eyes fell on the brighter orange light in the mist on the right, Malfoy's breathing stopped for a moment.

The world instantly turned into blurred light and shadow in his eyes. Malfoy felt his head dizzy. He realized something was wrong and instinctively wanted to turn the rudder to the left. However, it seemed that an inexplicable force controlled his body instead of his Choose, after making a silent whimper, Malfoy with a sluggish expression suddenly trembled, and slammed the rudder to the right, and then rushed into the cloud wall without a sound.

ps: Sorry everyone, it’s too late for the second chapter, I’m still writing, let’s update it during the day tomorrow