Similar to the "football" in the Muggle world, there are also competitive events called "Qidi" in the wizard world. The rules of Quidi are a bit complicated, a bit like the foundation of "basketball" and "football", and add a little "personal heroism".

There is a "ghost flying ball" that cannot move, two "walk balls" that will attack the players on their own initiative, and a "golden thief" who escapes everywhere; seven people on each side are wearing team uniforms and riding magic brooms, and magic is not allowed; three are called "raisers", who pass the ghost flying balls to each other, and strive to let it pass through the ring on the other side. Each time they pass through one ring, they can score 10 points; there is also a player called "goalkeeper", who must be around the ring on their own side

Flying around, preventing the opponent from scoring; there are two "batters", holding small wooden sticks that look a bit like a running post baseball baseball, protecting their players from being beaten by the roaming ball, while hitting the opponent's players; the last person is a "battery seeker", and you must shuttle back and forth between the chasing ball, hitting the ball and the ghost flying ball, and grab the golden snitch before the opponent finds the ball. Once you catch the golden snitch, you will get 150 points, and the game time will end.

Hogwarts holds a cup every semester, and at the end of the semester, it will add points to the "Academic Cup" that represents honor based on the final ranking. Whether it is the courageous Gryffindor, the honest and loyal Hepa, the wise and knowledgeable Laclau, and the ambitious Slytherin, all students are crazy about this game.

The Quidi Stadium in Hogwarts is northwest of the castle. Although it is definitely not specifically used for international competitions, there are all things to be found. Around the stadium is a wood frame covered with the flags of the four major colleges. A high stand is placed in a position suitable for watching the game. There are hundreds of chairs. There are three metal poles at each end, with rings on the top, which are a bit like small plastic sticks used by Muggle children to blow soap bubbles, but each of them is fifty feet high; below the stadium is a grass that divides the area with lime powder, but there is a large area at both ends that is sand to install the metal poles in front.

Today, all teachers and students of the school, including Leeds, came to the stands around Quidi Stadium, and Leeds also brought binoculars... Even though the weather was very cold, the mountains around the school were covered with ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel, the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had to be held as scheduled. In the early morning, the Hagrid, wrapped in a long mole-skin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, had completed the defrosting work on the court.

"Can I sit here?" Lucius Malfoy is one of the directors of the Hogwarts Magic Academy. He can naturally come to watch this game with his son, but he obviously did not just watch the game, so he immediately looked for Leeds.

"Theory, I left this position for Sakiya, but... because you are quite handsome, let's bear it." Leeds tilted his head to look at Lucius, who is worthy of the name "Golden Jade and Scarlet".

"Thank you." Lucius is the standard Slytherin. He was so humble in front of Voldemort back then, and now in front of Leeds. After using the power of the powerful to look at Leeds and Draco's memory crystal balls, he not only did not worry about his son's life safety, but also greatly increased his fear of Leeds.

Sitting down gracefully, paying attention to keeping a certain distance from Leeds, Lucius carefully said in a sincere tone: "The previous talks were so rude, I think we can talk about it again-"

"—Draco's question is not discussed. I said what's going on, Death Eater man." Lucius was interrupted by Leeds as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This..." The title of Death Eater made Lucius convinced of which camp Leeds stood in.

"I let you sit down to watch this game quietly and seriously." Leeds' eyes were aimed at the players on both sides who had already walked out of the line.

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"You seem to be quite a personal person when dealing with your blood relatives. Don't be busy with anything else. Let's see how Draco grew up after spending more than ten days with me~" Leeds said confidently.

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This is not Slytherin's first Quiddie game this semester, but it is Draco Malfoy's first Quiddie game. Because his father spent money to exchange the team for the latest magic broom after Christmas holidays, Malfoy himself has good strength and has become the new finder of Slytherin's team.

However, even though Mrs. Huo Qi, who was the referee, had already started to speak in the court, and the horse racing that had a profound meaning to him was about to begin, Draco was not excited or joy at this time, but only a deep sorrow.

——Because before the Unscrupulous Professor's personal maid conveyed this to him.

Malfoy said he didn't want to understand!

What exactly does the unscrupulous professor want to do to himself? Do you stab him with a magic sword again? Or throw him into the depths of the Forbidden Forest! Or some punishment methods that he could not imagine with such a normal mind!

No matter what the answer is, you must not be punished!

"..." It is caused by fear and the fighting spirit is caused by grief and anger. Malfoy himself did not know that his eyes at this time were already different from those of the former soft-boyed master.

"Please ride a flying broom." Malfoy rode a magic broom under the instructions of Mrs. Huoqi.

A whistle sounded.

Together with Mrs. Huo Qi herself, fifteen magic brooms rose up from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The competition has begun.

"……………” Malfoy stopped in a very high sky, quietly stopped there on the field, squinting his eyes and searching for the shadow of the thief.

Malfoy had to admit that in the Quiddie realm, Harry Potter's talent was better. He was obviously a little four-eyed person, but he had to see the little golden flying thief first.

When Harry Potter saw it, he immediately chased the golden stream of light.

Malfoy also saw it, but he did not act, just descending little by little and entering the most intense airspace while ensuring he was not hit by the roaming ball.

"...This is not a situation where you need to adapt to the situation. Think about what to do before you act, Malfoy." Like putting a spell on himself, Malfoy unconsciously entered the mental state of Yanan... Well, it was like when Leeds kicked out of the room that day and asked him to seduce the werewolf to pursue him.

The cheers from Gryffindor were not known for scoring for the chasers or for Harry Potter to pursue the Golden Snitch, but the booing from Slytherin Malfoy was 100% sure that it was for his own inaction - whatever, it was no longer important.

Malfoy's heart is unchanged. The victory or defeat of the game, personal reputation, and the honor of the college are not important!

"!" Noting that Harry Potter chased the golden snatch to a low altitude near the ground, he had reached the end of the Gryffindor venue, and entered the script that Malfoy had thought of, he immediately dived at full speed.

"Young master, I'm fighting today!" Malfoy lifted his right foot, stepped on the magic broom, leaned forward in a position that could jump out at any time.

The golden snitch who was chased by Harry Potter to reach the end of the field only has the option of going on an arc. Even if it can be corrected in a direction and downward direction, the overall direction will not change! As soon as it turns, it will be like converging with Malfoy who is sweeping down.

The golden thief chose to suddenly move to the left and dodge.

"Ha!" It's too late to change direction by relying on a magic broom. There is no such broom in this world, so Malfoy jumped hard to make up for the offset.

"What-?!" Harry Potter, who had been chasing the golden thief, obviously didn't notice Malfoy's movements, was hit by Malfoy's broom and fell down.

Harry just fell from a low altitude and broke one of his arms, but Malfoy hit him like a meteor. If he hadn't fallen into the sand as he had calculated, he would have fallen to death... Even so, Malfoy still had a "bang" and spitted blood, slid about ten meters in the sand. He didn't know how many bones were broken and how many internal organs were injured.

"——Bamen Dingxing." There was only a sound in the stadium that suddenly became quiet.

"... Finally passed..." Malfoy, who had just begun to feel pain everywhere when his body was healing quickly, raised his right hand to the referee and showed his palms, looking very melancholy.

Why is my life so miserable...
Chapter completed!