Chapter 482

As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, approached, D.A.'s rally was suspended as Angelina insisted on training almost every day. Since the Quidditch Cup has not been played for a long time, there has been an increase in interest and enthusiasm for the game. Although the deans of the two academies pretend to be free and easy on the surface, they are secretly determined to see their side win. Harry could see how much Professor McGonagall wanted them to beat Slytherin, and she had waived their homework a week before the match.

"I think you've been busy enough for a while. She said haughtily, not believing her ears, until she looked at Harry and Ron and said solemnly, "Students, I'm used to seeing Quidditch cups in my study, and I really don't want to give them to Professor Snape, so please use this extra time to train, okay?"

Snape's bias is clear: his constant pre-lease of pitches for Slytherin has made it difficult for Gryffindor to find a training venue. He also turned a deaf ear to reports of Slytherin students attempting to trap Gryffindor players with magic in the hallways. He even deliberately targeted Gryffindor players in class, such as deliberately deducting points from them, or picking on the potions they brewed - it was all too easy for Snape, as a Potions Master, to find a thorn in their potions. Each Potions lesson usually ends with Snape giving him a lot of homework – just for Gryffindor players.

It's usually the kind of all-encompassing confrontation that precedes a match – something that both Gryffindor and Slytherin are used to. Harry himself was optimistic at first, after all, they hadn't lost to Slytherin, but that was when Wood was still around. After seeing Ron's performance in training, Harry suddenly felt that this match against Slytherin might not be so easy.

Ron's training wasn't entirely unsightly to Harry, and all he cared about was Ron's reaction to the Slytherin language offensive - it seemed that Ron was a little overwhelmed by the Slytherins.

Harry was of course used to hearing Slytherin blowing cowhides for over four years, so words like "Hey, Potter, I heard Warrington swear to knock you off the broomstick on Saturday" didn't scare him at all, they just made him laugh.

"Warrington's accuracy is so bad, I'd be a little more worried if he was going to hit the guy next to me. Harry would ignore them and fight back with ease.

But Ron had not withstood this relentless offensive of insults, ridicule, and intimidation. When some Slytherin students, even seventh graders, said to him, "Have you booked a bed at the school hospital, Weasley?" or "We're going to open your head with a bat," Ron would always have red ears and trembling hands.

Because of Umbridge's presence, it would obviously be unwise to fight physically in the hallway, that would only make things worse. So both Gryffindor and Slytherin chose a verbal confrontation - all kinds of insults, ridicule, and intimidation became the way the two houses greeted each other.

Seeing that Draco was a little absent-minded, Solim bumped him on the shoulder.

"What do you think? Sober up! We're going to have that woman's class next. "

"I'm just a little ...... I miss the atmosphere just now. "When I was on the team, I would do that every season, with Gryffindor and even sneak up in the hallways, but now look at it...... Tsk-"

Draco shook his head and didn't continue.

Snape had unsurprisingly deducted points for Harry and Ron in Potions class, and asked them to hand in a paper on goyweed no less than a foot before the next class. The verbal intimidation and insults by the Slytherin students at the end of the class against the two Gryffindor players made Draco a little emotional, as he hadn't been involved in such activities for a long time.

Solim understood what Draco meant, and he patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "If you want to have some fun, I won't stop you, as long as you are in good measure." "

After listening to Solim's words, Draco smiled bitterly, "How can I still have fun now?, will anyone else in Slytherin be mixed with me?" After speaking, he looked at the tall backs of the two people in front of the hallway, "Even the two of them are standing over there now, and I can say that I am ...... in Slytherin now No more friends. "

"Oh, what am Silna and I? are you the pets who live with you?"

Yes, Draco still slept in Solim and Sylna's bedroom - except that Solim had herded Draco into his suitcase, as he wasn't in the habit of sharing a bed with anyone else, and he was a man. Sylna is even less likely, even if her sister doesn't mind, Solim, the elder brother, can't agree.

"Are you unhappy with my arrangement, or do you prefer to be touched in the middle of the night and covered with a pillow?"

Draco was a little silent, he didn't know what to say, in his heart he really didn't see Goyle and Crabbe as friends, at most as companions. But seeing that the two people who had been around him and obeying him no longer paid attention to him, Draco still felt a little uncomfortable, and more importantly, he knew what was the reason for the current situation, and there was nothing he could do about it, which was what caused Draco to remain silent.

"Don't think about it so much, I'll watch tomorrow's game with you. Solim smiled and whispered, "I'll give you the whole job then." "

The weather was sunny and cold on the morning of the competition, but the hearts of the students were on fire, and the first game of the year was the most watched, and considering the various factors of this year, the students desperately needed a competition to relieve the stress.

At breakfast, the Gryffindor side was particularly lively, mainly because many Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students were also cheering them on, compared to the Slytherin side, which was much more deserted, but everyone was used to it, and Slytherin was always targeted at Hogwarts.

"Are you really sure you want to go to the game?" Sylna looked at Solim with a look of suspicion, "You haven't seen a game in five years, what's going on today?'s there will be anything on the pitch that attracts you? Or is it ...... What are you going to do?"

Sylna was undoubtedly the person who knew Solim best at Hogwarts, and in her opinion, her brother's sudden departure to watch a match must have some kind of purpose, and he had never spent his time on such a thing as a Quidditch match. When he had plenty of time or was bored, Solim usually spent his time boiling potions or reading books, and Solim's unusual behavior made Sylna suspicious.

"Is it so obvious?" Solim glanced at his sister, "I can't go to the game?"

"Yes, of course. But......" Sylna glanced at the professor's chair and said, "If anything happens on the court, I'll think you're suspicious." "

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, it's just the whole job for you. "