Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"The Most Exciting Book in the Past Decade - A Detailed Explanation of the Combat Power of the Four Great Seekers" has become a popular reading material on campus.

It's not hard to imagine why there's this enthusiasm. After all, the four were supposed to face off last year, but the season was suspended due to the chamber attack.

Although the competition was successfully resumed after the crisis in the secret room was resolved, the competitive state of many players had been greatly affected.

Even Harry and Draco were worried about their own mental states.

After a year of waiting, the season is finally about to begin.

In addition to their superb skills, the Seekers from the four colleges are also prominent figures in their respective colleges.

The different styles of competition also make the confrontation between the two teams a hot topic.

Cedric always looks at the big picture.

Even if he saw the trace of the Golden Snitch, he would not take action rashly if he judged that the situation might not be completely favorable.

Zhang Qiu is good at swimming around other Seekers.

While constantly interfering with the opponent's actions and making him restless, he also showed his delicate personality and secretly observed the movements of the Golden Snitch.

What Harry relied on, of course, was his unparalleled intuitive reaction and the skill of changing direction on a broomstick at high speed.

Draco's playing style is full of mystery, although it is rumored that she has the same ability to change direction as Harry.

This is of course because she didn't take the competition too seriously in the past.

Apart from her teammates in practice, almost no one knew that when she found the golden snitch, she was more inclined to use her excellent sense of balance that she had learned from dancing since she was a child.

Let the broom be like a ring on the uneven bars, stand or hook your feet, and stretch your upper body to gain more space than others.

Therefore, in the battle strength evaluation, Draco was at the bottom of the four Seekers.

She just laughed it off and prepared for the weekend's competition.

Harry was very angry about this and complained to Hermione and Ron from time to time.

After all, he had seen Draco flying gracefully on his broomstick in the Chamber of Secrets while attacking the basilisk.

Hermione certainly understood the reason, but Ron thought that Harry was unhappy because the cover did not put him and Zhang Qiu side by side.

Saturday arrived in a flash, and as usual, the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor kicked off.

Hermione was extremely enthusiastic about promoting this year's event, and she and Fred and George came up with many slogans.

By naming the event "The Battle of Hogwarts", it was emphasized that Gryffindor would "fight for Hagrid and Buckbeak".

From "Potter and Malfoy's battle between good and evil", the various slogans made the already high emotions almost boil over.

Harry and Ron asked Hermione several times in confusion why she was suddenly so keen on the game, but she just smiled and said nothing.

However, every time they passed each other, Hermione's expression would always show a sense of triumph towards Draco.

Draco probably knew what was going on, but he was happy with it.

At least, now when people mention her and Harry, what most people think of is no longer the gossip of the past, but the rivalry they established in their first year.

-

Draco woke up to the thunder, washed up and went to the window.

There was still an hour and a half before the start of the game, and he said he still had three quarters of an hour before he needed to go to the court to warm up.

He gently pushed aside the curtains and frowned at the view outside the window.

It was because she had to compete in such weather that she lost interest in the competition.

But this year is different.

When I stepped into the hall, I found that there were only a few Slytherin students left.

It seems that the heavy rain cannot dampen the enthusiasm of watching the game.

Looking around, all the players on the team have arrived.

"Um... Miss Malfoy..."

"If I don't want to play in this weather, I can go play with Hedge..."

Captain Flynn looked at Draco uncertainly.

"Need not."

The clear voice flatly refused.

"At the end of last year, I didn't perform well. I'm very sorry."

The sudden bow of his head left his teammates at a loss.

"But this year, I will try not to be a burden to everyone."

"Let's go and deal with Harry Potter and Gryffindor." She said with a bright smile.

In the hall, a voice suddenly rang out: “I’m not a burden!”

The sound of "Down with Harry Potter!"

With just a few words from Draco, the morale of the Slytherin team was greatly boosted.

Of course, she regretted it as soon as she stepped out of the castle and began to blame Harry again.

This was a routine in Draco's mind.

Whenever he had to step on the muddy ground to go to the playground unwillingly, he would secretly blame Harry, who had competed with him in the flying class in his freshman year and was selected for the school team as an exception.

Even though he knew there was no connection, Draco still habitually believed that it was Harry's behavior that forced her to have no choice but to bite the bullet and apply to join the team.

After finally arriving at the stadium, the noise and cheers were no less than a storm.

After the warm-up, they lined up to salute. Looking at Harry with misty glasses, Draco almost laughed out loud. Harry looked up and around, and an idea flashed through his mind.

This might be the first time he lost his concentration on a Quidditch field. Madam Hooch's whistle had just sounded, and Harry had already rushed straight up.

Seeing this, Draco kicked lightly into the air and turned around nimbly.

The moment I sat on the broom, it began to climb at high speed before I even sat firmly.

Soon they reached a height where torrential cumulus clouds blocked the spectators' view.

Although his lenses were so wet that he could barely see, Harry was pleased to see through the blur—Draco was galloping towards him in perfect sync.

-

"Give me the glasses!"

In the sound of heavy rain, even though he had already flown to Harry's side, he still had to shout softly to talk. He took the glasses and pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly.

"Waterproof and moisture-resistant."

At least, Harry's vision was no longer misty.

Draco's long hair and robes were already soaked, and he looked at Harry shivering with cold.

He wasn't much better.

"Sirius Black is related to my parents, right?"

Harry shouted loudly before he even had time to put on his glasses. Seeing Draco was slightly stunned, he had a rough idea in his mind.

Ignoring the stalemate below (in fact, the weather was so bad that it was impossible to see clearly), Harry and Draco stared at each other on their brooms as the rain poured down.

Draco seemed to have made up his mind. He turned the broom around so that it was side by side with Harry, and leaned his upper body slightly towards Harry's ear.

"Although no one should hear you in this kind of wind and rain, it's still better to keep your voice down."

Harry nodded after being warned softly.

In order to prevent their conversation from being disturbed by the rain and wind, they naturally moved closer to each other.

"Did you guess that because I asked you to promise me not to seek revenge?"

The rain slid down Draco's bangs, and his long eyelashes were covered with tiny raindrops.

Although she looks miserable, there is a kind of beauty in her appearance, like a beautiful lady in distress.

Harry nodded and added, "And Mr. Weasley."

"He also told me not to hang around. Say Sirius Black wants to come find me."

Most people would probably come to the same conclusion if they were in Harry's situation. A murderer escaped from prison and the first thing he did was to look for him, but at the same time he was warned not to seek revenge on the murderer.

It would not be a surprising answer to think that the murderer was related to the death of his parents.

Draco frowned upon hearing this. "Weasley seems like a good man, but he shouldn't have given such a senseless warning."

Then he remembered that he had once asked Harry to promise not to take risks when he didn't know the truth.

His cheeks felt warm, and his frozen face felt as if spring had arrived, and he spoke hurriedly.

"I mean, maybe he doesn't know everything..."

Looking at Draco's expression as he was busy explaining, Harry smiled secretly.

At the same time, he was also more anxious to know what the dispute between Blake and his parents was.

"I still can't promise you that I won't take revenge."

Having said that, Harry had a hunch in his heart.

Maybe this time, Draco would be willing to tell himself.

"I know."

"I wanted to do more research before telling you, but..."

Thinking of Harry's unwillingness to deceive himself, he felt warm for some reason.

She bit her lower lip lightly, giving Harry an expression that was familiar to him.

"Many people believe—"

He spoke carefully, his eyes intently observing the changes in Harry's expression.

"Is it Sirius? Black betrayed your parents and made Black..."

"Let that person know where they are hiding."