After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

The people sitting under the tree by the Black Lake looked at each other in confusion. So, has the Dark Lord returned, or has he not returned yet?

"...Why are you all looking at me?" Yang Mei's lively eyes were wandering.

"Because I feel like you know something." Parkinson half covered his face with a fan, and the exposed eyes were full of cunning.

“Is this a woman’s sixth sense?”

"That's a good point." Parkinson's eyes showed a bit more joy. "No, don't try to change the subject!" He almost forgot about the main business.

"Are you asking this for yourself or for your family?" Yang Mei still did not answer the question directly.

"Does it make any difference?" Zabini looked confused.

"Of course, after all, Voldemort has been 'dead' for eleven years. Who can be sure of the Death Eaters' stance now?" Yang Mei said calmly, "Let's not talk about others, let's talk about you. Can you participate in the decision-making of your family now? If your family is not what you think, and you hope that their former master will return, then what will you do?"

The friends were all confused by the question.

After a while, Nott said, "You're right. So, I'm asking for myself. Can you tell me in secret? I will definitely not tell anyone else." When he mentioned other people, he deliberately glanced at Zabini and the others.

Zabini and his friends: "..." Are you trying to exclude us?!

"No, no, we don't know, and you can't know either!" Zabini yelled and pulled Notra to the position farthest away from Yang Mei to ensure that the two of them could not whisper to each other.

"Enough of that, you guys, keep talking non-stop. Aren't you hungry?" Draco was already showing off a chicken leg next to Yang Mei.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it. After he said it, everyone felt extremely hungry.

Draco handed Yang Mei a lunch box. "Why do you know so much? If the Dark Lord plans to return to the wizarding world, what help can you provide? You haven't even learned all the ordinary offensive spells, let alone the dark magic. You have a lot of free time."

Zabini and the others were hurt, so they worked harder to learn and practice various spells.

……

The new year's Quidditch season is about to begin. Apart from attending classes, Draco has been spending most of his time on the Quidditch field.

There were a few times when Yang Mei was really bored and accompanied him to training, but he often fell asleep after sitting next to the court for a short time.

Draco was really puzzled. He had never heard that such an exciting sport as Quidditch could make people sleepy.

So on the day of the official competition, Yang Mei drank a glass of refreshing potion at Draco's strong request.

"Yue~" Yang Mei's face turned green, "I have paid a lot for today's Quidditch game! If you don't win the game today, I will assassinate you in the middle of the night!"

"Okay, okay, we will definitely win, don't worry." Draco pushed Yang Mei all the way to the Quidditch field, and took Yang Mei to the seats in the audience that Zabini and the others had helped to occupy.

"This is a great location with a great view." Draco said with satisfaction.

"Oh, yes, yes, we will definitely not miss any wonderful moments of Mr. Malfoy." Yang Mei said in a long voice.

"I'm glad that you have this awareness." Draco said arrogantly with his chin raised.

"Get out of here and do your pre-match preparations!" Yang Mei angrily drove him away.

Today's weather is not very comfortable, hot and humid, cloudy and thunderous in the sky. But because of the exciting competition that is about to start, everyone said they can tolerate the bad weather.

Yang Mei: Except me.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor team members entered the green-roofed and red-roofed tents respectively to change into their team robes, and both sides boosted the morale of their own teams.

Yang Mei was sitting in the audience, looking around casually, when suddenly he saw a familiar person on the podium.

"Why is Uncle Lucius here?" he asked, pulling Zabini over.

Zabini looked even more surprised than Yang Mei: "Really! But, if you don't know, how would I know?"

"...That's true." Yang Mei thought for a moment, "I remember Draco said a few days ago that the board of directors would come to Hogwarts to check the accounts. Maybe Uncle Lucius came for this matter. It just so happened that there was a Quidditch match, so he just stayed to watch the game."

In fact, it is also possible that he had inquired about the game time in advance, and because he wanted to watch Draco's first game as a Seeker, he came to check the accounts.

Yang Mei personally thinks that the latter possibility is more likely.

"Audit the accounts? Why would they come to audit the accounts for no reason?" The Zabini family was also one of the directors. Although his father died when he was very young and his mother changed men frequently, his mother only changed men and never remarried. So her mother always had the surname Zabini, and the Zabini family's business was managed by her in an orderly manner.

Yang Mei also knew that there was no tradition of auditing accounts in the past, and the school directors disdained to do such a thing.

They are simply the ones being taken advantage of, so Dumbledore has taken full advantage of their mentality. Over the years, no one knows how much of Hogwarts' funds he has embezzled for his own Order of the Phoenix!

Of course, this was just Yang Mei's guess, there was no evidence, it was all emotion.

"It was a while ago, when many people were suffering from the flu. Madam Pomfrey was too busy to handle it alone, so she asked our dean to help make a refreshing potion. By the way, I think this is not the first time. Then Dean Snape asked Draco and me to serve as free labor." Yang Mei did not mention anything about the extra points. "Then I said that Dumbledore was wasting money and would rather spend money on a idiot professor like Lockhart than Madam Pomfrey hiring a few assistants. Draco may have mentioned it in his letter home, so Uncle Lucius came to check the accounts."

"Dumbledore must be sweating profusely, haha!" Zabini grinned.

……

By the time the game officially started, the sky seemed to have become even darker.

However, the contestants still maintained their enthusiasm, riding their brooms very fast, and screams broke out from the audience from time to time.

With a calm and somewhat sleepy look on her face, Yang Mei didn't fit in with the people around her.

"...Didn't Draco force you to drink the refreshing potion just now?" Nott asked with a complicated expression.

"Maybe Quidditch has a stronger hypnotic effect on me than those stimulating potions." Yang Mei rubbed her eyelids, trying to make herself more awake.

There is no sign of the Golden Snitch on the field yet, but the black Bludger is always in the air trying to knock the players off their brooms.

The Slytherin team was getting into the groove at this point, having already scored two goals in a row, creating a 60-point gap between them and the Gryffindor team.

Yang Mei saw Draco and his teammates raising their arms in the air and cheering.

At this moment, a black Bludger that looked like it was filled with lead was hit towards Draco by George Weasley of the Gryffindor team. Draco narrowly avoided it. When the Bludger brushed past his face, the wind blew his platinum hair.

Many people in the Slytherin audience screamed in fright.

"That was really dangerous!" Zabini patted his heart.

Yang Mei was no longer sleepy after watching this scene. He squinted his eyes and stared at the Bludger, as if thinking about something.

No one expected that after the Bludger had flown past, it would suddenly come to the brakes, then spin around on the spot and rush towards Draco again.

Draco dodged again, and then he found that the crazy Bludger was not targeting him, but Harry Potter who was in a straight line with him!

Just now, the ball wanted to hit Harry, but George quickly hit it to Draco.

This time George wanted to do the same thing, but the members of the Slytherin team were not dead, so how could he be allowed to target his own Seeker like this?

Flint hit the Bludger directly towards George's face. If it had hit him hard, George's facial features would have been flattened.

Fortunately, George just turned on his back and dodged the ball that was about to hit his head off.