Chapter 749: Hurt a lot
On the day of the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Harry's Firebolt finally appeared in the hall and became the focus of everyone's attention, attracting a large number of onlookers.
The faces of the Slytherin players are not pretty. Potter, who possesses the Firebolt, is like a fishbone stuck in their throat, making them very uncomfortable.
If Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw to win today's Quidditch game, it is likely to threaten the Slytherin team to win the final.
"Potter, I have good news for you!"
Harry didn't speak, pretending not to hear Malfoy.
"The eagle-headed horse-winged beast that attacked me is dead."
Malfoy took out a letter from his pocket in front of everyone and grinned at Harry with a malicious smile, "Yesterday, my dad asked the Owl to send me a letter. He was dealing with a friend of the Dangerous Animals Committee. Tell him that the eagle-headed horse-winged beast that attacked me has a very high probability of being sentenced to death."
"Get out of Malfoy."
Ron stood between Harry and Malfoy, staring fiercely at the guy in front of him who hated him, and resisted the urge to punch him, "Harry, ignore him, that guy just envy you. Owning Firebolt, I deliberately disgusted you."
"Envy, do I need to envy?" Malfoy scorned Ron proudly. "Please don't compare me to a poor ghost like you?"
"Leave him alone."
Harry stretched his hand to hold down Ron who wanted to beat Malfoy, looked at Malfoy with a **** of shit, and said in disgust: "Get out of Malfoy, talking to you will make me sick."
Malfoy had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and a malicious light gleamed in his eye mask. He reached out to get the firebolt on the table, but was stopped by a group of people.
"This broom is really good, but it's a pity that you didn't bring a parachute, otherwise you don't have to worry about falling off the broom." Malfoy retracted his arm and continued sarcastically, "Right, I read the last newspaper. , You are the poor bugs mentioned in the newspapers that are vulnerable to dementors."
"The last Quidditch match was really a shame. If you can get an extra arm, you might be able to catch the Snitch, so that the Gryffindor team will never have any chance to turn over." Harry He sneered without showing any weakness, "Thanks to your help for all this, please allow me to thank you on behalf of Gryffindor College."
"Thanks to your help!" George said with a grin.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, who sacrificed himself." Ron slapped Malfoy on the shoulder, his tone of expression unconcealed pleasure.
"Thank you for your help, otherwise we really won't have any chance."
A group of Gryffindor students who were concerned about this conflict immediately surrounded Malfoy and expressed their gratitude to him.
However, Mr. Malfoy, who was thanked by a group of people, didn't look pretty.
That incident is undoubtedly one of the dark history that Malfoy didn't want to mention.
In the last match against Ravenclaw, the Slytherin team had an overall advantage.
At that time, their captain Marcus put forward a bold plan to try to kill the Gryffindor team in the cradle ahead of time.
As long as the plan is successful, Firebolt will not be a threat to them.
The plan went well. Before the Slytherin team caught the Snitch, they even had a huge gap of 160 points ahead of Ravenclaw.
As long as you catch the Golden Snitch again, you can completely despair the Gryffindor team with its almost irreversible high score. Even if they lose the last game, they can still win the championship by virtue of their scores.
However, Marcus's plan failed.
Finally, due to Malfoy's carelessness, Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu Zhang seized the flaw and caught the Snitch one step ahead.
And Potter mentioned it in front of everyone, undoubtedly sprinkling salt on Malfoy's wound.
Malfoy was almost frantic, struggling to push away from the crowd, and hurriedly left the hall amidst the laughter of the people.
"Harry, don't care about that clown."
Wood reached out and put his arms around Harry’s shoulders and comforted: "What we have to do now is to win this game, and then defeat the Slytherin team in the next game, and step them down completely. Then the group of bereaved dogs will be I can't be arrogant anymore."
Harry nodded, indicating that he knew it. But Malfoy's words still had some influence on him, and Harry's expression was a little gloomy when he thought that Buckbeak might be sentenced to death.
"Would you like to go and see Firebolt?"
Albert, who had witnessed the conflict with his own eyes, asked Isabel next to him sideways.
"Forget it!" Isobel shook her head and said that she was not interested in Firebolt. She asked, "Who do you think will win."
"Potter has a higher probability of winning." Albert said without hesitation: "Although Qiu Zhang is also an excellent seeker, this is no longer a gap in strength, but a gap in the performance of the broomstick."
"Such flying broomsticks shouldn't appear on the playing field, it's really unfair." Penello said angrily.
"You can't expect everyone to use the same broom." Percy greeted Albert.
"I think everyone should use the same broom, so that the players can play their abilities."
Albert felt that the current Quidditch game was unfair. The Slytherin team relied on the advantage of the Light Wheel 2001 to crush the Quidditch teams of other colleges.
Now, Harry is overwhelming others by relying on the performance advantage of Firebolt. This is considered a monetary advantage and does not reflect the strength of the players.
"The Quidditch game has always been like this. You can't expect it to make changes easily." Percy shook his head. He actually knew Albert made sense, but it was difficult to change.
"By the way, who do you think will win?" Percy asked Albert in a low voice.
"The Gryffindor team has a better chance of winning the game." Albert pointed to the Firebolt placed on the table for people to watch. "After all, Potter owns Firebolt. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com this It is a very big advantage for a seeker, otherwise the Slytherin team will not deliberately provoke it, trying to destroy Harry's mentality."
"No, I didn't mean this!" Percy whispered, "Did you not fortune telling?"
"I can't fortune everything." Albert said rather speechlessly: "You should have confidence in our team."
Percy took Alberta aside and whispered slightly nervously, "I made a bet with Penello. If I lose, I won't have ten Gallons for her."
Albert suddenly asked: "If you win, do you really plan to ask her for ten gallons?"
Percy was silent suddenly.
"What else is there to bet on? Why don't you bet on ten kisses, or pay the bill next time you go to Hogsmeade for a date and tea?" Albert felt that betting with his girlfriend, regardless of whether he won in the end or If you lose, the result is that you lose yourself. It's a loss.
Albert never discussed with Isobel that the academy won. Even if he went to watch a game, he was just going to watch the game. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be trouble for himself?
"You're right, alas, I didn't expect it at the time!" Percy lowered his head regretfully.
If he wins in the end, would he really ask Penello for ten gallons?
Listening to Albert say that, Percy felt that she might be able to save a little bit. As for whether the Gryffindor team can win the game, Percy thinks it should be possible. He really can't think of a reason for losing the game.
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