Chapter 88 Bitch is just hypocritical

Harry didn't care about all this anymore and continued to rush towards Draco.

The two of them eventually collided with each other and fell straight to the ground.

Shouts of fear broke out from the crowd.

Just as Hephis was about to cast a spell, he felt a familiar magical fluctuation.

He looked up and saw that Snape had raised his wand and pointed it at the two falling people.

There was a loud bang and water splashed everywhere.

Harry hugged Draco tightly and they both fell to the muddy ground.

Hefes quickly took out his camera and started taking pictures.

Harry saw the Golden Snitch in Draco's hand and then fainted.

Draco looked at Harry in his arms with a blank face, and the Golden Snitch in his hand no longer had any effect on him.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle again. "The game is over. Two hundred and forty to twenty. Slytherin wins!"

The Slytherin team members cheered and rushed over, pulling up Draco who was still in a daze.

They threw Draco high into the air and celebrated loudly.

From time to time in the air, Draco looked at Harry lying on the ground with a complicated look in his eyes.

But he soon smiled happily, "Haha...we won."

Professor Lockhart also arrived at the scene and began to treat Harry.

He rolled up the sleeves of his emerald green robes, raised his wand, and flicked it at Harry's arm.

All the bones in Harry's arm disappeared, and the entire arm became like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove.

Hephis followed the crowd back to the Slytherin common room.

The lounge was filled with noise and the little snakes were roaring with joy.

In the middle of the field, a senior boy was performing a sword dance to celebrate the team's victory.

Hephis also watched it for a while and found it pretty good.

Although the dance steps are quite simple, the rhythm is brisk and very joyful.

The cheers grew louder and louder, and it turned out that the Slytherin Quidditch players had returned.

Hephis didn't plan to join in the fun, so he turned around and went back to the dormitory. He had to practice magic.

Draco looked at Hephis's departing back with a complicated expression.

Of course he could tell that it was Hephis' voice.

Given where Harry was at the time, he must have seen the Golden Snitch.

If it weren't for Hephis's reminder, Slytherin might have lost the game directly.

If he didn't spot the Golden Snitch at such a close distance, he would not only become a laughing stock, but would also confirm the claim that he paid to join the team.

But he was unwilling to accept the victory gained in this way.

The celebration was still going on, but as the protagonist, Draco certainly didn't have much time to daydream.

Soon he was pushed to the center of the crowd and received praise from the little snakes.

After Hephis closed the door, he began to practice the simplest spell.

He put on his shadow goggles, "Lumos!"

A blinding light burst out in the room.

"Hey!"

It has been three days, and an ordinary illumination spell is like a flash bomb in his hands.

During the first training session, his eyes were almost blinded by the light, so he put on goggles in advance.

"Lumos!"

Hephis cast the lighting spell tirelessly.

The lighting spell can be said to be the simplest spell in the magic circuit, and it is also the most difficult for Hephis now.

But as long as you can control the illumination spell, controlling other spells will not be difficult.

"Bang bang bang..."

Hephis opened the door directly. It was too early at this time. Theodore would not come back. That could only be.

"Draco, the celebration is over so soon?" Hephis said with a smile.

"Hephis, can I come in?" Draco said dejectedly.

"Of course." Hephis let Draco in and closed the door.

"Draco, still worried about the game?"

As soon as Hephis saw Draco's expression, he knew what was going on.

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have lost the game."

Draco sat down on the ground without caring about his image.

"In the end, you win, don't you?" Seeing that Draco wanted to speak, Hephis waved his hand.

"I know what you want to say. You feel that you won unfairly and want to compete fairly?"

Draco nodded.

"Is it fair that the brooms you use are several notches stronger than Gryffindor's?"

"Is it fair that one of the Bludgers got out of control today and kept attacking Harry?"

"Where is there so much fairness in this world, let alone in a competition."

With every word Hephis said, Draco's expression became uglier.

"You wouldn't have had such childish thoughts before. Remember, Draco, you are a Slytherin." Hephis patted Draco on the shoulder.

"I really want to beat Harry Potter fair and square once." Draco murmured.

"There are many things you can compare, such as the final grades of last semester. Didn't you beat him?" Hephis reminded.

"But Quidditch is what he is best at, and I want to beat him." Draco was still a little stubborn.

"I think you're just bored. You're still so awkward even after winning. There will be plenty of opportunities later. Just win again."

Hephis was in no mood to counsel a little brat, especially since the little brat was a boy.

"It's not that I don't understand. My father always told me that there is no good or bad means, and the result is what matters most." Draco paused and continued, "But...but..."

"But what the hell, but that person is Harry, right? Damn England."

Hephis pulled Draco up directly and said, "If you really feel bad, you can go find Harry now and explain everything."

"Hey, hey! Wait, Hephis." Draco grabbed Hephis's hand and hurried to stop him.

"What else?" Hephis asked unhappily.

"Thank you! Hephis." Draco said with a serious expression and tone.

"Okay, I won't bother with you anymore." Hephis waved his hand.

"I'm leaving now! By the way, here's the letter my father asked me to give you." Draco took out a purple envelope with a gold border.

"He came today and wanted to give it to you in person, but unfortunately you left too quickly, so he asked me to pass it on."

"Okay, got it." Hephis took the letter.

After Draco left, he picked up the letter and began to read.

A letter from Prince Foley, the current president of the Pureblood Society.

No wonder Lucius didn't use an owl but a real person to deliver the letter.