Chapter 859 Most Valuable Player
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Welcome to the 424th Quidditch World Cup!"
Cheers, applause, fireworks.
The cacophony of sounds combines to create the most lively moment in the world.
Flowers were flying, and in the huge Quidditch pitch, sounds came from the huge ball commentary table suspended in the air.
Ernie MacMillan and Ludo Bagman, Director of Magical Games and Sports, form a new commentary alliance.
"This is a high-profile match between England and Bulgaria in the final."
"Both sides use the Seeker as a means to end the game."
"I don't know what you think, Mr. Bagman. As a former England team star, how do you view the final match point of this game?"
Ludo Bagman once represented England. He was a batsman. He thought that his batting skills were unparalleled. It was just that they did not achieve very good results in that session.
Even though he was older and wider, he still loved Quidditch.
Even though he had lost his Hornets signed Comet series due to gambling, he still did not change his original intention and was still a gambling dog.
"I think the final match point of this game still depends on the seeker. The chasing ability of both sides is not outstanding. In the quarter-finals between Bulgaria and Egypt, if it were not for Viktor... Krum plays well and they will pull away with a big score.”
This year's Quidditch World Cup is a highly anticipated one. It is the first Quidditch World Cup held in the Wizarding City.
It is a game with historical significance and milestone.
As an ace player who participated in the previous two World Cups, Krum was frustrated every time.
It was like a nightmare. As the top seeker, he missed the championship every time.
Ernie said: "This is the year of the seeker. Viktor Krum is already 26 years old. If he cannot save his regrets this time, he may never be able to participate in the World Cup again."
Quidditch is a sport that requires physical fitness, and when they enter their 30s, they will gradually decline.
In other words, Krum is desperate this time.
"Compared to Viktor Krum, does Mr. Bagman have any analysis of the English Seekers?"
Ernie raised this question, and Bagman looked grim and muttered: "He's a jerk, yes, that's what I said."
"Ahaha," Ernie sneered, "It seems that Mr. Bagman has a lot of resentment towards this Seeker."
"That bastard, every time when I think he is about to win, he loses!" Bagman emotionally pounded the table, "Every time I place a bet, cough...when I watch the battle, I'm still just a little bit behind!"
"He seems to have been cursed. I wonder if he has offended the God of Quidditch. My Lord, the Witch King, I have never seen such an unlucky guy!"
"If I were the leader of his club, I would ask him to stare at the Golden Snitch every day, not even stopping when eating! Only in this way can he apologize to the God of Quidditch!"
"Calm down, calm down, Mr. Bagman, we are on live broadcast."
Ernie struggled to hold down Ludo Bagman who was about to go berserk.
The two men were fighting in the commentary box, which really didn't look good.
There is no way, Bagman is a famous gambling dog, and he always wants to get rich and rich in danger.
Unfortunately, the object of his bet was as disgusted as the God of Quidditch, and the return in the top wizarding league was just a little worse.
The excitement in the commentary box spread to the locker room.
In the England dressing room, the platinum-haired Seeker scowled.
He was clearly not the captain, but he exuded a sinister atmosphere that even the captain dared not approach.
"My Atuo is at Silver Cross Hospital today. She will be on the other side of the TV, watching our game."
The sinister words made the England players' hands and feet tremble with dismay.
Malfoy, who was selected as the Seeker of the England team this year, smiled warmly, "Whoever made me lose face in front of the child who is about to be born, I swear to the Witch King, that bastard will become an unwelcome guest in the Malfoy family for the rest of his life."
"No, no." The chaser captain's palms were sweating and he swallowed hard, "We worked very hard, right?"
"Work hard? You call that hard work?" Malfoy said angrily, "Isn't it just training fifteen hours a day, and you call that hard work?"
Player: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Coach, do you still care about this kid?
Coach: Who is his father? Do you want me to take care of him?
The coach is also tired. Ever since this devil came to the England team, he has been completely ignored.
I thought that my team members would occasionally eat sea cucumbers and treat their overseas trip as a vacation.
Who would have thought that Malfoy would directly train these people to have big bellies and turn them into muscles? Not only that, there were two big men with sticks blocking the Quidditch door every day, and they would beat up whoever dared to leave early.
Even the coach was beaten seven or eight times. Once he was in a hurry to go to the toilet and was beaten by those two idiots until he couldn't hold it in.
After that time, the coach was completely ignored and he didn't even have to go to the stadium.
After the devil's training, a bottom team was dragged into the finals.
The title of Quidditch Tyrant was also completely attached to Malfoy's head.
"Remember, walk on the court, win the championship, and give it to my soon-to-be-born child!"
Malfoy spoke inhumanely about making a group of people work as wage earners.
The players are announced on the court.
He walked in front with such swagger that the captain forgot that he was the leader.
The players enter and form a triangle formation that flies over the stands.
When the audience saw Malfoy, they sent curses one after another.
This kid really attracts too much hatred in the arena.
A fire dragon streaked across the sky, then spit out flames and exploded into fireworks.
Seeing this, the Bulgarian Veelas also stepped up their long legs, showing off their beauty alluringly.
Krum saw Malfoy and nodded to him.
This will be a duel between two people.
Did Krum leave the game with regret, or did Malfoy miss the opportunity to deliver a championship to the child who was about to be born?
As the game begins, the Seeker is already flying to the top.
The match between Malfoy and Krum has officially begun.
It was the top Seeker battle, attracting countless people.
Harry, who was far away in Edinburgh, stopped in a wizarding bar. His eyes fell on the TV and looked at that annoying face.
"A glass of...butterbeer."
Harry asked his boss for a butterbeer and sat in the corner, watching his once-nemesis bloom.
Seven years of entanglement, parting after graduation.
They talk about relief, but their hearts are constantly fighting.
"Don't lose, Malfoy."
...
In Silver Cross Hospital, Astoria was lying on the bed without anyone.
Mr. Greengrass bit his nails and paced up and down the ward.
He looked nervous and looked at the game on the TV from time to time.
"Witch King bless me, my daughter is safe."
Mrs. Greengrass clasped her hands together and prayed for the child over and over again, hoping that her voice would be heard by the Witch King.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, causing Mr. Greengrass to stop.
Astoria's situation was not optimistic. She was galloping on the Quidditch pitch, but after getting off the broom, she was still particularly vulnerable.
Silver Cross Hospital detected some defects hidden in the body.
But she hoped that her husband could become a father without regrets and not let Malfoy accompany him.
Now that his daughter was bleeding heavily, Mr. Greengrass came to his wife, held her hand, and prayed with her.
The Witch King bless.
...
"The game has entered the match point!"
"England is trailing 150:250!"
"They still have a chance!"
Ernie roared excitedly, as he said so, his eyes drifted to the sky.
The skies were gloomy there, and it seemed like even God wasn't helping England.
It’s even harder to find the Snitch in the rain.
Malfoy was anxious, and his thoughts were always about his wife in the hospital.
He wanted to end the game as soon as possible, and this was his mentality. It was as if the curse was beginning to take effect, and he didn't see a trace of the Golden Snitch.
Suddenly, Krum moved.
Fake action?
Or really?
Malfoy's mind turned quickly, and he rushed out together with him.
"It was Krum's fake move! Malfoy was fooled!" Ernie's heart rose in his throat.
Krum's Wronsky fake move deceived Malfoy, causing him to fall heavily into the quagmire.
The game was paused while the referee checked Malfoy's injury.
"Go on!" Malfoy stood up and picked up the broom.
His children await the blessing of this champion.
There was a dull pain in his right foot, but he endured it.
Krum used to be the pinnacle he looked up to, but now that he is competing on the same stage, he has a reason why he cannot lose.
Krum paid tribute to his actions, "You are a worthy opponent, Draco Malfoy."
"I hope you will still be generous when you lose." Malfoy snorted coldly.
The game continued and it was a tough battle.
...
"No, the curse is triggered in the pregnant woman's body!"
"Use the emerald potion!"
"No, it can't be stopped!"
"This is...blood curse!"
Therapists at Silver Cross Hospital were close to despair.
It turned out to be the Bloodborne Curse, a point hidden in the body, waiting for the opportunity like a poisonous snake.
To devour this mother and daughter.
Astoria's face was covered with sweat. She closed her eyes tightly and murmured: "Draco."
...
"Draco."
Malfoy turned his head suddenly and heard his wife's call.
It was also this time that he turned his head and saw it.
That flash of gold.
"Malfoy moved! He didn't hesitate!" Ernie shouted excitedly, "He found the Golden Snitch!"
"At the match point of 200:340, he saw the snitch!"
Krum was also aware of all this, and without hesitation, he also chased after him.
The golden snitch on a rainy day becomes even more elusive under the reflection of rain.
Hazy weather, plus resistance from the wind.
The Snitch became as cunning as a loach.
From the sky to the ground, then above the auditorium and below the commentary box.
The voices of the audience gradually disappeared at some point, and their eyes followed the two afterimages.
Hold your breath, for fear that you will affect the competition.
This is a historic moment.
Chase, still chase.
A little bit, always a little bit.
Malfoy and Krum have reasons why they cannot lose.
They used all kinds of tricks, colliding, spinning, and knocking on the broom.
But no one can take that distance.
The Golden Snitch is the God of Quidditch who comes to earth and uses all his tricks to trick those who chase him.
The goggles were soaked by the rain, and the spell on them had expired.
In all the scenery, Malfoy's eyes were filled with only that golden glow.
Close, yet far.
Trembling arms, painful right foot.
His heart throbbed, as if something was moving away from him.
"No! I won't allow it!"
Malfoy was crazy.
The Golden Snitch turned again, and twice in a row.
This was the bad taste of the Quidditch god playing tricks on mortals. Krum slowed down. He always played steadily.
But right now.
An afterimage flashed across the corner of his eye.
It was a lamb who couldn't see the way forward and fought to the death.
Malfoy bowed and pulled suddenly.
The Firebolt bent at an astonishing angle.
Ernie boiled and roared: "It's here! Wick Arc!"
An arc that is so curved that one is afraid of breaking is a desperate struggle.
Holding your breath until your face turns blue, the audience forgets what it feels like to breathe.
Chase!
Keep chasing!
I am not a genius, I can only use my hard work and craziness over and over again to bring you and me closer!
This time, it's not because of you.
Porter.
For my children.
For my wife.
For the honor I hold dear.
"For eternal glory!"
He was still a little bit close, just a little bit there.
He looked at the golden haze less than an inch between his fingers, as if it was as far away as a chasm.
...
"drop--"
The dormant curse finally defeated the healer's methods.
The blood line entering the heart will devour the mother and fetus.
Powerless.
The therapist was silent, and he sighed, "Tell the family."
There are always regrets.
Even in the magical world, it is still inevitable.
this is the truth.
Even a wizard's hospital cannot guarantee all cures.
The door of the operating room was opened.
It was a long, narrow and empty corridor.
Astoria's eyes opened, her beautiful blue eyes looking at the blurry and mysterious golden light.
She raised her hand.
Just a little.
The hand lost strength and slowly dropped.
...
Dropped hands.
A distance that cannot be crossed.
The unwillingness in Malfoy's eyes.
"You have to come again and again and again!"
He roared angrily and flew out of the broom range.
Why should I give up on something that is right in front of me?
grab it!
Hands up!
What is pain?
That's something you've been used to for ten years!
Those are the tears you have looked up at others in the quagmire many times and are unwilling to crush!
pain?
That's just the nutrient to become stronger, a stepping stone on Malfoy's pursuit!
The proud stars should emerge from the mire.
We came from a quagmire,
we long for power,
We are full of ambition,
We are strong and calm,
We hold ourselves gracefully,
We never regret,
we are……
Slytherin!
Greedy, selfish, elegant!
Glory to Slytherin!
...
Astoria pointed with her lowered hand.
The golden color slowly fell on the palm of my hand.
Soft, like marshmallows.
Follow the palm of her hand, penetrate into the body, and enter the heart.
The dormant Bloodborne Curse seemed to have seen its nemesis and was running away like crazy.
"I guess I was a little neglectful, Astoria."
A chuckle rang out, and a smile appeared on Astoria's lips.
"It's a girl. I hope she won't be like her father."
Yes, how can you forget.
This child is the child of two stars, and she carries the blood of the Star Society.
She has the warmest gaze in the world, and will bathe in the warmest sunshine in the future.
"Bless the Witch King, my child will be safe. Praise the Witch King."
It was a miracle.
The therapist's departure stopped and he heard the sound of the instrument beating again.
At this moment, the curse was stripped away.
There is no other way to describe it than a miracle.
On the badge Astoria wears on her chest, the stars change into a sentence.
"Bless you, Astoria."
...
Malfoy fell from the sky.
He smiled, even though at this moment, he was about to fall from the high platform.
Krum was too far away to rescue him.
Is this a tragedy...?
Malfoy was caught.
is the audience.
Each wizard used their bodies and arms to form a net to catch Malfoy.
The audience, who hated the tyrant on the court, did not send insults.
They all looked at the man in the crowd.
They are watching.
A new era is born.
Gold is lifted up in the right hand.
The cheers were overwhelming like a wave.
Krum stopped flying and looked over there, with no regrets in his eyes.
It's worth losing to someone like this.
The weak Quidditch team counterattacked from the bottom up, stepped onto the stage of the World Cup, and took down the Golden Snitch.
This victory will be recorded in history.
"Ato, did you see that?" Malfoy covered his eyes with his left hand to prevent others from seeing his vulnerability, and shouted, "I succeeded!"
No matter how despicable Malfoy is, their selfishness is always directed toward their family.
Harry stood up and cheered like everyone else in Edinburgh.
The game has come to an end.
England wins the championship and Malfoy breaks the curse.
After the game, he went to the hospital.
He saw his parents and the Greengrasses.
Among the blessings, he just wanted to hear that sentence.
"She's proud of you," Astoria leaned on the bedside, with maternal brilliance and love on her face, holding the fragile baby in her arms, and smiled, "my champion."
At this moment, Malfoy threw away the trophy and the medal.
He had the second best title.
Father.
Holding his child carefully, he was more scared than holding a trophy.
The annoying tyrant on the court breaks all curses on this day.
...
In 2002, Quidditch World Cup champion, mvp player.
2003, top wizard league champion, player with the most finishes.
In 2004, he won the championship again and appeared on the cover of sports magazines.
In 2005, he won three consecutive championships, becoming the permanent No. 6 jersey of Puddlemere United and entering the Quidditch Hall of Fame.
In 2006, the Quidditch World Cup champion and MVP player was rejected by the Falmouth Falcons for a sky-high transfer fee.
In 2007, he was named the most valuable player by the magazine and regained the league championship.
In 2008, he won the championship again, won mvp, Mr. Quidditch award, and was the kick-off guest of the school-level league.
In 2009, he just missed the championship and was selected as one of the top ten most valuable Quidditch players of the century, ranking first.
In 2010, he announced his retirement because he once again used Wick's arc to reach his waist. He became a member of the Quidditch Hall of Legends and received lifetime free admission.
...
Draco Malfoy, his home is already filled with various trophies.
Tyrant on the court, I don’t know when it turned into a compliment and a good name.
He is the most valuable player, the No. 1 star of Puddlemere United, and a legendary player in the Hall of Legends.
He now puts aside everything and chooses to enjoy this eternal glory.
Malfoy stood in the Knocked Up Garden, eating ice cream with his Atto.
"dad."
A girl with platinum blonde hair ran over.
Malfoy had a smile on his face.
This is the eternal glory.
family.
...
"The third extra chapter is here, and it's quite plentiful.
Draco Malfoy was not a genius, and was overshadowed by another genius.
He was whipped again and again, and rolled in the mire again and again.
After missing out again and again, the championship seems to be a curse that people cannot touch.
When new life comes, his faith breaks through the shackles of his ten years of love.
Love is great.
As a father, as a husband, as a son.
Draco Malfoy, be yourself.
He is Draco Malfoy, a selfish Slytherin.
Chasing glory, becoming glory.
The husband of Astoria Greengrass.
Is Alice Malfoy's father.
It is also the one that shines among the stars. "
Cheers, applause, fireworks.
The cacophony of sounds combines to create the most lively moment in the world.
Flowers were flying, and in the huge Quidditch pitch, sounds came from the huge ball commentary table suspended in the air.
Ernie MacMillan and Ludo Bagman, Director of Magical Games and Sports, form a new commentary alliance.
"This is a high-profile match between England and Bulgaria in the final."
"Both sides use the Seeker as a means to end the game."
"I don't know what you think, Mr. Bagman. As a former England team star, how do you view the final match point of this game?"
Ludo Bagman once represented England. He was a batsman. He thought that his batting skills were unparalleled. It was just that they did not achieve very good results in that session.
Even though he was older and wider, he still loved Quidditch.
Even though he had lost his Hornets signed Comet series due to gambling, he still did not change his original intention and was still a gambling dog.
"I think the final match point of this game still depends on the seeker. The chasing ability of both sides is not outstanding. In the quarter-finals between Bulgaria and Egypt, if it were not for Viktor... Krum plays well and they will pull away with a big score.”
This year's Quidditch World Cup is a highly anticipated one. It is the first Quidditch World Cup held in the Wizarding City.
It is a game with historical significance and milestone.
As an ace player who participated in the previous two World Cups, Krum was frustrated every time.
It was like a nightmare. As the top seeker, he missed the championship every time.
Ernie said: "This is the year of the seeker. Viktor Krum is already 26 years old. If he cannot save his regrets this time, he may never be able to participate in the World Cup again."
Quidditch is a sport that requires physical fitness, and when they enter their 30s, they will gradually decline.
In other words, Krum is desperate this time.
"Compared to Viktor Krum, does Mr. Bagman have any analysis of the English Seekers?"
Ernie raised this question, and Bagman looked grim and muttered: "He's a jerk, yes, that's what I said."
"Ahaha," Ernie sneered, "It seems that Mr. Bagman has a lot of resentment towards this Seeker."
"That bastard, every time when I think he is about to win, he loses!" Bagman emotionally pounded the table, "Every time I place a bet, cough...when I watch the battle, I'm still just a little bit behind!"
"He seems to have been cursed. I wonder if he has offended the God of Quidditch. My Lord, the Witch King, I have never seen such an unlucky guy!"
"If I were the leader of his club, I would ask him to stare at the Golden Snitch every day, not even stopping when eating! Only in this way can he apologize to the God of Quidditch!"
"Calm down, calm down, Mr. Bagman, we are on live broadcast."
Ernie struggled to hold down Ludo Bagman who was about to go berserk.
The two men were fighting in the commentary box, which really didn't look good.
There is no way, Bagman is a famous gambling dog, and he always wants to get rich and rich in danger.
Unfortunately, the object of his bet was as disgusted as the God of Quidditch, and the return in the top wizarding league was just a little worse.
The excitement in the commentary box spread to the locker room.
In the England dressing room, the platinum-haired Seeker scowled.
He was clearly not the captain, but he exuded a sinister atmosphere that even the captain dared not approach.
"My Atuo is at Silver Cross Hospital today. She will be on the other side of the TV, watching our game."
The sinister words made the England players' hands and feet tremble with dismay.
Malfoy, who was selected as the Seeker of the England team this year, smiled warmly, "Whoever made me lose face in front of the child who is about to be born, I swear to the Witch King, that bastard will become an unwelcome guest in the Malfoy family for the rest of his life."
"No, no." The chaser captain's palms were sweating and he swallowed hard, "We worked very hard, right?"
"Work hard? You call that hard work?" Malfoy said angrily, "Isn't it just training fifteen hours a day, and you call that hard work?"
Player: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Coach, do you still care about this kid?
Coach: Who is his father? Do you want me to take care of him?
The coach is also tired. Ever since this devil came to the England team, he has been completely ignored.
I thought that my team members would occasionally eat sea cucumbers and treat their overseas trip as a vacation.
Who would have thought that Malfoy would directly train these people to have big bellies and turn them into muscles? Not only that, there were two big men with sticks blocking the Quidditch door every day, and they would beat up whoever dared to leave early.
Even the coach was beaten seven or eight times. Once he was in a hurry to go to the toilet and was beaten by those two idiots until he couldn't hold it in.
After that time, the coach was completely ignored and he didn't even have to go to the stadium.
After the devil's training, a bottom team was dragged into the finals.
The title of Quidditch Tyrant was also completely attached to Malfoy's head.
"Remember, walk on the court, win the championship, and give it to my soon-to-be-born child!"
Malfoy spoke inhumanely about making a group of people work as wage earners.
The players are announced on the court.
He walked in front with such swagger that the captain forgot that he was the leader.
The players enter and form a triangle formation that flies over the stands.
When the audience saw Malfoy, they sent curses one after another.
This kid really attracts too much hatred in the arena.
A fire dragon streaked across the sky, then spit out flames and exploded into fireworks.
Seeing this, the Bulgarian Veelas also stepped up their long legs, showing off their beauty alluringly.
Krum saw Malfoy and nodded to him.
This will be a duel between two people.
Did Krum leave the game with regret, or did Malfoy miss the opportunity to deliver a championship to the child who was about to be born?
As the game begins, the Seeker is already flying to the top.
The match between Malfoy and Krum has officially begun.
It was the top Seeker battle, attracting countless people.
Harry, who was far away in Edinburgh, stopped in a wizarding bar. His eyes fell on the TV and looked at that annoying face.
"A glass of...butterbeer."
Harry asked his boss for a butterbeer and sat in the corner, watching his once-nemesis bloom.
Seven years of entanglement, parting after graduation.
They talk about relief, but their hearts are constantly fighting.
"Don't lose, Malfoy."
...
In Silver Cross Hospital, Astoria was lying on the bed without anyone.
Mr. Greengrass bit his nails and paced up and down the ward.
He looked nervous and looked at the game on the TV from time to time.
"Witch King bless me, my daughter is safe."
Mrs. Greengrass clasped her hands together and prayed for the child over and over again, hoping that her voice would be heard by the Witch King.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, causing Mr. Greengrass to stop.
Astoria's situation was not optimistic. She was galloping on the Quidditch pitch, but after getting off the broom, she was still particularly vulnerable.
Silver Cross Hospital detected some defects hidden in the body.
But she hoped that her husband could become a father without regrets and not let Malfoy accompany him.
Now that his daughter was bleeding heavily, Mr. Greengrass came to his wife, held her hand, and prayed with her.
The Witch King bless.
...
"The game has entered the match point!"
"England is trailing 150:250!"
"They still have a chance!"
Ernie roared excitedly, as he said so, his eyes drifted to the sky.
The skies were gloomy there, and it seemed like even God wasn't helping England.
It’s even harder to find the Snitch in the rain.
Malfoy was anxious, and his thoughts were always about his wife in the hospital.
He wanted to end the game as soon as possible, and this was his mentality. It was as if the curse was beginning to take effect, and he didn't see a trace of the Golden Snitch.
Suddenly, Krum moved.
Fake action?
Or really?
Malfoy's mind turned quickly, and he rushed out together with him.
"It was Krum's fake move! Malfoy was fooled!" Ernie's heart rose in his throat.
Krum's Wronsky fake move deceived Malfoy, causing him to fall heavily into the quagmire.
The game was paused while the referee checked Malfoy's injury.
"Go on!" Malfoy stood up and picked up the broom.
His children await the blessing of this champion.
There was a dull pain in his right foot, but he endured it.
Krum used to be the pinnacle he looked up to, but now that he is competing on the same stage, he has a reason why he cannot lose.
Krum paid tribute to his actions, "You are a worthy opponent, Draco Malfoy."
"I hope you will still be generous when you lose." Malfoy snorted coldly.
The game continued and it was a tough battle.
...
"No, the curse is triggered in the pregnant woman's body!"
"Use the emerald potion!"
"No, it can't be stopped!"
"This is...blood curse!"
Therapists at Silver Cross Hospital were close to despair.
It turned out to be the Bloodborne Curse, a point hidden in the body, waiting for the opportunity like a poisonous snake.
To devour this mother and daughter.
Astoria's face was covered with sweat. She closed her eyes tightly and murmured: "Draco."
...
"Draco."
Malfoy turned his head suddenly and heard his wife's call.
It was also this time that he turned his head and saw it.
That flash of gold.
"Malfoy moved! He didn't hesitate!" Ernie shouted excitedly, "He found the Golden Snitch!"
"At the match point of 200:340, he saw the snitch!"
Krum was also aware of all this, and without hesitation, he also chased after him.
The golden snitch on a rainy day becomes even more elusive under the reflection of rain.
Hazy weather, plus resistance from the wind.
The Snitch became as cunning as a loach.
From the sky to the ground, then above the auditorium and below the commentary box.
The voices of the audience gradually disappeared at some point, and their eyes followed the two afterimages.
Hold your breath, for fear that you will affect the competition.
This is a historic moment.
Chase, still chase.
A little bit, always a little bit.
Malfoy and Krum have reasons why they cannot lose.
They used all kinds of tricks, colliding, spinning, and knocking on the broom.
But no one can take that distance.
The Golden Snitch is the God of Quidditch who comes to earth and uses all his tricks to trick those who chase him.
The goggles were soaked by the rain, and the spell on them had expired.
In all the scenery, Malfoy's eyes were filled with only that golden glow.
Close, yet far.
Trembling arms, painful right foot.
His heart throbbed, as if something was moving away from him.
"No! I won't allow it!"
Malfoy was crazy.
The Golden Snitch turned again, and twice in a row.
This was the bad taste of the Quidditch god playing tricks on mortals. Krum slowed down. He always played steadily.
But right now.
An afterimage flashed across the corner of his eye.
It was a lamb who couldn't see the way forward and fought to the death.
Malfoy bowed and pulled suddenly.
The Firebolt bent at an astonishing angle.
Ernie boiled and roared: "It's here! Wick Arc!"
An arc that is so curved that one is afraid of breaking is a desperate struggle.
Holding your breath until your face turns blue, the audience forgets what it feels like to breathe.
Chase!
Keep chasing!
I am not a genius, I can only use my hard work and craziness over and over again to bring you and me closer!
This time, it's not because of you.
Porter.
For my children.
For my wife.
For the honor I hold dear.
"For eternal glory!"
He was still a little bit close, just a little bit there.
He looked at the golden haze less than an inch between his fingers, as if it was as far away as a chasm.
...
"drop--"
The dormant curse finally defeated the healer's methods.
The blood line entering the heart will devour the mother and fetus.
Powerless.
The therapist was silent, and he sighed, "Tell the family."
There are always regrets.
Even in the magical world, it is still inevitable.
this is the truth.
Even a wizard's hospital cannot guarantee all cures.
The door of the operating room was opened.
It was a long, narrow and empty corridor.
Astoria's eyes opened, her beautiful blue eyes looking at the blurry and mysterious golden light.
She raised her hand.
Just a little.
The hand lost strength and slowly dropped.
...
Dropped hands.
A distance that cannot be crossed.
The unwillingness in Malfoy's eyes.
"You have to come again and again and again!"
He roared angrily and flew out of the broom range.
Why should I give up on something that is right in front of me?
grab it!
Hands up!
What is pain?
That's something you've been used to for ten years!
Those are the tears you have looked up at others in the quagmire many times and are unwilling to crush!
pain?
That's just the nutrient to become stronger, a stepping stone on Malfoy's pursuit!
The proud stars should emerge from the mire.
We came from a quagmire,
we long for power,
We are full of ambition,
We are strong and calm,
We hold ourselves gracefully,
We never regret,
we are……
Slytherin!
Greedy, selfish, elegant!
Glory to Slytherin!
...
Astoria pointed with her lowered hand.
The golden color slowly fell on the palm of my hand.
Soft, like marshmallows.
Follow the palm of her hand, penetrate into the body, and enter the heart.
The dormant Bloodborne Curse seemed to have seen its nemesis and was running away like crazy.
"I guess I was a little neglectful, Astoria."
A chuckle rang out, and a smile appeared on Astoria's lips.
"It's a girl. I hope she won't be like her father."
Yes, how can you forget.
This child is the child of two stars, and she carries the blood of the Star Society.
She has the warmest gaze in the world, and will bathe in the warmest sunshine in the future.
"Bless the Witch King, my child will be safe. Praise the Witch King."
It was a miracle.
The therapist's departure stopped and he heard the sound of the instrument beating again.
At this moment, the curse was stripped away.
There is no other way to describe it than a miracle.
On the badge Astoria wears on her chest, the stars change into a sentence.
"Bless you, Astoria."
...
Malfoy fell from the sky.
He smiled, even though at this moment, he was about to fall from the high platform.
Krum was too far away to rescue him.
Is this a tragedy...?
Malfoy was caught.
is the audience.
Each wizard used their bodies and arms to form a net to catch Malfoy.
The audience, who hated the tyrant on the court, did not send insults.
They all looked at the man in the crowd.
They are watching.
A new era is born.
Gold is lifted up in the right hand.
The cheers were overwhelming like a wave.
Krum stopped flying and looked over there, with no regrets in his eyes.
It's worth losing to someone like this.
The weak Quidditch team counterattacked from the bottom up, stepped onto the stage of the World Cup, and took down the Golden Snitch.
This victory will be recorded in history.
"Ato, did you see that?" Malfoy covered his eyes with his left hand to prevent others from seeing his vulnerability, and shouted, "I succeeded!"
No matter how despicable Malfoy is, their selfishness is always directed toward their family.
Harry stood up and cheered like everyone else in Edinburgh.
The game has come to an end.
England wins the championship and Malfoy breaks the curse.
After the game, he went to the hospital.
He saw his parents and the Greengrasses.
Among the blessings, he just wanted to hear that sentence.
"She's proud of you," Astoria leaned on the bedside, with maternal brilliance and love on her face, holding the fragile baby in her arms, and smiled, "my champion."
At this moment, Malfoy threw away the trophy and the medal.
He had the second best title.
Father.
Holding his child carefully, he was more scared than holding a trophy.
The annoying tyrant on the court breaks all curses on this day.
...
In 2002, Quidditch World Cup champion, mvp player.
2003, top wizard league champion, player with the most finishes.
In 2004, he won the championship again and appeared on the cover of sports magazines.
In 2005, he won three consecutive championships, becoming the permanent No. 6 jersey of Puddlemere United and entering the Quidditch Hall of Fame.
In 2006, the Quidditch World Cup champion and MVP player was rejected by the Falmouth Falcons for a sky-high transfer fee.
In 2007, he was named the most valuable player by the magazine and regained the league championship.
In 2008, he won the championship again, won mvp, Mr. Quidditch award, and was the kick-off guest of the school-level league.
In 2009, he just missed the championship and was selected as one of the top ten most valuable Quidditch players of the century, ranking first.
In 2010, he announced his retirement because he once again used Wick's arc to reach his waist. He became a member of the Quidditch Hall of Legends and received lifetime free admission.
...
Draco Malfoy, his home is already filled with various trophies.
Tyrant on the court, I don’t know when it turned into a compliment and a good name.
He is the most valuable player, the No. 1 star of Puddlemere United, and a legendary player in the Hall of Legends.
He now puts aside everything and chooses to enjoy this eternal glory.
Malfoy stood in the Knocked Up Garden, eating ice cream with his Atto.
"dad."
A girl with platinum blonde hair ran over.
Malfoy had a smile on his face.
This is the eternal glory.
family.
...
"The third extra chapter is here, and it's quite plentiful.
Draco Malfoy was not a genius, and was overshadowed by another genius.
He was whipped again and again, and rolled in the mire again and again.
After missing out again and again, the championship seems to be a curse that people cannot touch.
When new life comes, his faith breaks through the shackles of his ten years of love.
Love is great.
As a father, as a husband, as a son.
Draco Malfoy, be yourself.
He is Draco Malfoy, a selfish Slytherin.
Chasing glory, becoming glory.
The husband of Astoria Greengrass.
Is Alice Malfoy's father.
It is also the one that shines among the stars. "
