Chapter 160 Despicable tactics, this is called shrewdness

On Saturday, the first game of the Quidditch season arrived as scheduled.

Before eleven o'clock, all teachers and students rushed to the Quidditch field and gathered on the platform.

In the Slytherin locker room, Marcus and six players put on green team robes and were ready to go.

"This is the first time we use a new tactic, but I have enough confidence. The effect of the training in the past two months is obvious to everyone." Marcus looked at the players standing in a row and said seriously: "Look at the Nimbus 2001 in your hands. It is the latest model with an absolute speed advantage.

In this game, we must win no matter what, because we can't afford the consequences of losing."

"Next, let's ask the best seeker in the history of Slytherin to speak."

After the voice fell, everyone looked at the door, and Aaron walked in with a dark face, lifting the green curtain.

"You asked the prefect to call me here just for this?"

"It is necessary to boost morale." Marcus said seriously, "I'm sure Wood is doing the same thing now."

"The problem is that I have something else to do, something very important, very important."

When Aaron checked the book a few days ago, he found that it recorded the weakness of the basilisk, the crowing of the rooster.

This discovery made him ecstatic, and he felt that there was a ray of hope.

But he didn't dare to show it. He just wanted to steal the roosters raised by Hagrid quietly, no, he borrowed one or two to protect himself.

After all, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If he is accidentally exposed, the heir of Slytherin will know that he has discovered the identity of the monster, which is not a good thing.

But it is usually difficult for him to find an opportunity to take action. Hagrid, the ranger, is not an ordinary conscientious person.

It was hard to wait until the day of the Quidditch game. Most of the students and teachers were not in the castle, and Hagrid also left the hut to watch the game on the spot.

This time is quite rare, everything is equivalent to being unguarded.

Catch two roosters and lock them in the dormitory, without anyone noticing.

As for whether Hagrid would doubt it? There are so many creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and it is normal for one or two greedy creatures to run out occasionally.

But just as he was about to take action, the prefect Naylor came over in person and invited him here to cheer for the Slytherin team.

Such a great opportunity was missed, but he had no place to complain, so his mood was naturally not very good.

"Today's Quidditch game is the top priority of Slytherin.

I pulled down my face and asked Naylor to invite you, you will definitely not refuse the prefect's request."

Aaron smiled far-fetchedly and gave Marcus a thumbs up, "You are awesome."

"Thank you for the compliment." Marcus said very much.

Aaron's eyes swept over the Slytherin players, "I won't say much about encouragement, I believe you have heard a lot.

I like to speak the truth. As long as you win this game, I will personally fund 100 gold galleons as a reward."

After the voice fell, the Slytherin Academy team, including Marcus, was a little excited, even Draco, who was not short of money.

To be honest, they have been drinking a lot of inspirational quotes these days and have long been immune to them.

They don't want to lose this game, but in addition to the honor, getting more tangible benefits is also a huge motivation.

"Are you serious?" asked the chaser Derian.

"Senior, you know me, I keep my word." Aaron said meaningfully, "But I definitely can't take it out now. After we win, I will give it to Draco and let him send it to you."

"I heard it all. Now we have one more reason not to lose." Marcus said, "Get ready to play."

Looking at the seven players standing at the entrance of the court, Aaron hesitated and called Draco, "I didn't want to come, but since I'm here, I have to remind you."

"You say."

"I know you don't like Harry Potter, but this is a team game, so... don't put your personal emotions into it."

Draco nodded, "Don't worry, I'm fully prepared and won't let you down."

"That's good.

In addition, don't be too nervous. Protecting yourself is also an important job for the seeker." Aaron said, looking at the crowded court, noticing the particularly conspicuous giant Hagrid, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

The plan should proceed as usual! This game is a protracted war, and there should be enough time.

The door slowly opened, the sun shone on everyone's face, followed by deafening cheers.

Fourteen members of Gryffindor and Slytherin rode on their brooms and flew over the court at the same time.

The two captains' eyes collided, as if sparks exploded in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became more serious.

The other members also stared at each other, and no one was convinced.

With a whistle, the Bludger, the Quaffle, and the Golden Snitch all jumped out of the box.

The twelve members moved quickly to find the Quaffle that could score.

Neither Harry nor Draco participated, but flew to a higher position, looking for the golden light spots that appeared and disappeared in the court.

Harry looked around carefully, but within two minutes he found something wrong.

Draco on the opposite side did not mean to look for the Golden Snitch, but stared at him with a vigilant look, which made him feel a little scared.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Nothing, I'm just looking for the Golden Snitch."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Draco shrugged, "It has nothing to do with me whether you believe it or not."

Ding dong!

The sound of gongs sounded.

Just as the two faced off, Slytherin scored a goal and gained ten points.

"So fast?" Harry looked at the referee's seat, a little unbelievable.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Draco smacked his lips, "This is the advantage of equipment, Gryffindor can't catch up with Slytherin's speed at all.

Our original plan was to score a goal in three minutes, but now it seems that it is not satisfactory. "

"You..." Harry was just about to say something when there was a rapid sound of wind in his ears.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and a Bludger flew past his head.

"Careful, Potter, there's no point in winning too easily."

Harry glared at him fiercely, stopped looking for the target, and immediately controlled the broom to fly in the opposite direction.

But after a while, Draco appeared next to him.

"Do you want me to let you go?"

"It's not easy for Nimbus 2001 to keep up with Nimbus 2000. I have to control the deceleration."

Harry gritted his teeth and didn't reply, just kept accelerating.

But no matter how he flies, there is always a green shadow beside him.

Even after flying around the court several times, Draco was still like a dog-skin plaster that he couldn't shake off.

"That's enough for you." Harry suppressed the anger in his heart and stopped in mid-air, "Why don't you find the Golden Snitch and keep following me?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Who said I wasn't looking for the Golden Snitch, but by chance, we were looking in the same direction."

Harry simply chose to ignore this rogue explanation and continued to look for the Golden Snitch in the stadium.

As for Draco, as long as he doesn't attack you, just follow him!

The hard work paid off, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch behind Draco on the court, and immediately changed direction and rushed over.

At the same time, Draco also heard the sound of wings vibrating at high speed from behind him, and immediately understood the location of the Golden Snitch.

But remembering the Slytherin team's tactics, he still resisted the urge to grab, without even turning his head, and successfully stopped Harry by crossing his body a second before he flew by.

After the black broom head disappeared from Harry's sight, the Golden Snitch also disappeared.

At this time, the sound of the gong sounded again, and Marcus threw the Quaffle into the Gryffindor goal.

"Slytherin scored another goal, seventy to ten, Gryffindor fell behind." The commentator Jordan pressed the scorer happily.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look back at the referee's seat, and the score hit him in the chest like a hammer.

It doesn't hurt much, but I feel very heavy.

After only twenty minutes, there was a 60-point gap. In the past, this was only possible when there was a lack of players.

Now the pressure on him as a seeker is even greater. If he cannot catch the Golden Snitch before the score difference reaches 150 points, Gryffindor will definitely lose this game.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Harry's mind, and anger arose in his heart as he looked at Draco who was smiling.

"Is this your tactic?"

"Did you see it?" Draco was a little surprised, "But it doesn't matter. Even if you know our tactics, it's meaningless."

"What a despicable tactic."

"It's a bit insulting to say that." Draco said shamelessly, "Even if you say you are treacherous, I will admit it, but I personally think it is shrewd."

Harry didn't want to argue with him, and didn't pay attention to the Golden Snitch anymore. He just turned around and flew towards Wood.

Draco smiled slightly and chased after him.

But just in case, he called Flint halfway. He didn't think he could fight against two.

"What are you doing here? The Golden Snitch is your mission." Wood said angrily, just now Slytherin scored another goal.

"Wood, I have made an important discovery. Slytherin's tactics are..." Halfway through Harry's words, a Bludger hit him, and he had to dodge sideways.

"Their tactic is to let Malfoy drag me, the seeker, and let others use their speed advantage to win by the final score."