After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Harry didn't notice Yang Mei and Draco standing not far away until he took a photo with Colin. It was only after he left that Colin turned around and saw them.

It's the look on his face...

"If nothing unexpected happens, you shouldn't have seen any scary creatures, right?" Yang Mei said, standing in the shadows.

Colin shook his head wildly, as if he was going to shake it off.

Yang Mei looked at him in confusion. The little idiot was already trembling with fear, as if they were some kind of monster.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Colin still shook his head: "I, I'll leave right away!" and ran away like the wind.

"Very good. If there was a long-distance running competition at Hogwarts, he would definitely win." Draco said jokingly.

"What about him? Potter is probably about to arrive at the Quidditch field by now. How come you, the new Slytherin Seeker, are not in a hurry at all?" Yang Mei glanced at him.

Draco raised his chin proudly: "I am a mature Malfoy now. How could I run like crazy like Potter just because of this little hobby?"

Yang Mei just squinted at him and said nothing.

Draco was defeated by his look: "Okay, okay, actually I forgot to bring my broom on the first day of school."

"So you're going to wait for the owl to be delivered to you?"

Draco nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Okay, Yang Mei thought that this kid really lost interest in Quidditch.

So now I have to accompany him to the Quidditch field.

……

Draco was going to change in the locker room next to the court, but it seemed like they had arrived at a little too late.

The Slytherin team members and the Gryffindor team members were having a fierce eye-to-eye fight at the door of the locker room.

The one who performed the hardest was not anyone from the two teams, but Ron Weasley, a non-staff member of the Gryffindor team.

He stood next to Harry, looking like a pit bull that had been angered by a red cloth.

"…What is this doing?" Draco asked.

"Fight for the use of the Quidditch pitch today." said Flint, captain of the Slytherin team.

Gryffindor captain Wood shouted, "It's clear that Gryffindor has booked the stadium today!"

"So what? I've already told you that we have a special order from our dean, and he allowed us to train on the Quidditch field today!" Flint pushed Wood away with his shoulder. "We didn't even get to the field earlier than us, and you still talked about booking the field. Who did you tell? Who agreed? You said you wanted to book the field, so it's booked! I also said that the Hogwarts Quidditch field will be owned by Flint from today on, do you want to listen?"

All the Gryffindor members were so pissed off by him that their faces turned the same color as their uniforms.

Yang Mei gave Flint a thumbs up and said, "I always thought you were strong and not good at speaking, but I didn't expect you to be so eloquent!"

Flint smiled and touched his head: "It's all because my appearance is too deceptive."

Draco shrugged and said to Flint, "You guys go wait for me over there at the stadium. I'll be there after I change my clothes."

"Row."

Ron was so angry at their arrogant attitude.

He pulled out his battered wand, pointed it at Draco and yelled, "Eat slugs!"

As a result, the spell was successfully launched, but the place where it came out was wrong. It was not launched from the tip of the stick, but from the end of the stick.

The only one who was hurt was himself, who cast the spell.

Ron was thrown backwards by the spell and fell face down on the grass.

The Slytherin laughed unkindly, and Harry rushed over to check on him.

Now Flint and the others didn't go to the stadium, and Draco was no longer in a hurry to change his clothes. Everyone just stood there and watched the fun.

Ron struggled to sit up, his face looking nauseous.

"Ron, are you all right?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Yue~" What answered him was the sound of violent vomiting.

A fat, slimy slug fell from Ron's mouth onto the grass.

Yang Mei turned his face away in disgust, and happened to see the savior fanatic who had been scared away by him and Draco just now - Colin Creevey. The guy raised his weird-looking camera and took a clear picture of Ron's embarrassing situation.

Yang Mei clapped her hands in her heart: It is a blessing for everyone in Gryffindor to have you.

The silly boy took the picture and said, "That's really gross! Could you turn him around, Harry?"

"No, Colin, get out of the way!" Harry refused bluntly.

The first person he thought of was Hagrid, who knew the most about magical creatures, so he immediately pulled up Ron, who was still spitting slugs while sitting on the ground, and ran straight towards the Forbidden Forest.

"What's wrong with that Weasley? Why is his wand broken?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

Yang Mei was also curious about this.

It’s a pity that Flint and his friends didn’t want to hear this, so they couldn’t answer their questions.

The only Gryffindor who had not left the field was Colin Creevey.

As soon as this poor 1.5-meter-tall guy put down his camera, his voice became eight degrees more timid.

"I, I know. He and Harry were driving back to school on the first day of school. When they arrived at school, they crashed into the Whomping Willow, and Senior Weasley's wand was crushed and broken. Then he used tape to stick the wand back together himself."

It was a truly exhilarating adventure.

After hearing this, Yang Mei no longer cared and pushed Draco into the locker room.

Draco muttered, "Phil, I've already told you, my own wand hasn't even arrived yet, so I'm not that eager to train..."

Help! I seem to have given my friends the stereotype of a Quidditch training fanatic!

Yang Mei said coldly, "No, you have to train. Do you want me to come here for nothing? And don't you see what time it is now? If you don't start training, it will be dark soon!"

Draco: My enthusiasm for Quidditch suddenly dropped by half.