After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

After entering November, the weather gradually becomes colder.

The mountains surrounding Hogwarts were shrouded in fog and covered with ice and snow, looking gray.

The surface of the Black Lake was frozen cold and hard, and it looked dull and lifeless at first glance.

But every Slytherin student whose dormitory is underground knows that the creatures under the Black Lake are alive and well, all jumping around.

Sometimes these creatures will scare the little wizard through the transparent walls!

At this time, the first-year Slytherin wizards were taking classes in the astronomy classroom on the top floor of the astronomy tower.

Through the window next to her, Yang Mei could clearly see Hagrid in the distance.

He was wrapped up in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver boots, and was defrosting his broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

"As a magical product, a flying broomstick actually needs to be defrosted like an ordinary broom." Yang Mei complained to Draco, "Speaking of this, I'd like to know why these brooms are not placed in the house? Aren't you worried that Mr. Hagrid will have nothing to do?"

Draco: “…” I don’t know either!

……

The Quidditch competition of the new school year is about to begin. This Saturday, the first game of the school year will be held between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

If Slytherin won, they would move up to second place in the House Cup.

Draco obviously didn't need to play in the game, but he seemed more anxious than those Slytherin people who needed to play.

"Xiaolong, do you really have to do this?" After seeing Draco running to find Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, for the seventh time, Yang Mei really couldn't help it.

"Of course not. Our opponent is Dumbledore's savior! You know that Potter always has some inexplicable luck." Draco said as if he was facing a formidable enemy. "Slytherin has won the Quidditch championship for several consecutive years. This winning streak cannot be broken this year."

"So, do you have any good ideas to win?" Yang Mei asked him.

Draco proudly put his hands on his hips: "Of course, I know a lot about Quidditch!

I helped them with training a month ago.

Harry Potter is Gryffindor's Seeker, and assuming he will definitely catch the Snitch, then we Slytherins must win in terms of the number of Quaffles.

I had the Slytherin team's Beaters practice the 'double attack' move, which can increase the impact force of the Bludger. Two Beaters hitting a Bludger at the same time makes the Bludger's attack more lethal.

Also, I had the Beaters and Chasers practice the 'sloth tree roll', which is hanging upside down on a broom with your hands and feet wrapped around the broom handle to avoid Bludgers."

“……”Sorry, to Yang Mei these words just sounded like “……balabala ball player……balabala ball”.

My dear little dragon, what gives you the illusion that someone who hates broomsticks so much would understand the rules of Quidditch?

Draco keenly noticed the confusion in his friend's eyes.

"Phil, you don't know anything about Quidditch, do you?"

Yang Mei blinked twice. "It's nothing more than a few people pitching to score, a few people hitting the ball to trip up the other camp, a few people guarding the goal, and finally one person is left to find the snitch."

Draco: “…” That’s what I mean.

"All in all, the Slytherin team will definitely win!" Draco said with certainty, clenching his fist.

"You're right." Yang Mei agreed.

……

Saturday morning was clear and cold.

The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of various delicacies, and almost all the young wizards were talking about the Quidditch match that was about to begin.

The members of the Slytherin team were eating their breakfast leisurely. They seemed to have a good appetite, and their appetite was not affected at all by the nervousness of the upcoming game.

"Great, this breakfast will help them maintain peak physical strength." Draco nodded with satisfaction.

Yang Mei was simply convinced: "Xiao Long, do you know what you look like now? You are like a mother hen, and the members of the Slytherin team are the chicks you protect.

Just relax, it'll be fine.

You should eat more, or I'm afraid you'll faint in the audience from excitement."

Draco was speechless. "Come on, how could I be the weak person you say I am?"