[HP] Noble

Apparently, compared to the relaxed Slytherins, this morning was too much for the Gryffindors. Angelina's shrill voice kept buzzing in Harry's ears—

"I really don't understand what you're thinking, Potter! The day before the Quidditch match you managed to piss off that crazy toad—now! You! Banned! Are you satisfied - we have to improvise a reserve team member, I can't imagine - did you see Malfoy's smug face at the breakfast table today! Oh my God! I How I want to close my eyes and open them again to find that maybe I haven't woken up yet!"

In the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room, Angelina has already changed into her captain's clothes. At this moment, she is walking around with her breasts crossed while others are changing. On the scarlet robe, the captain's logo It’s a bit old, she took it from Wood last year—maybe her posture for taking the badge was not right, anyway, it’s like some kind of magical curse, this mild and cheerful girl before Now even Wood's bad temper of yelling at people when he is nervous has been inherited.

In a way, at least she had managed to make Harry feel more guilty.

"Okay Angelina, I thought you didn't want to hear me say 'sorry' again." Harry said wearily, pushing his glasses that had slid down.

"Of course I don't want to hear it - because it's useless - can an apology win us the game? Can it!"

So Harry felt a little annoyed: "I don't want to be when you change into the game uniform, and I! Can only sit here! Wearing my jeans and shirt!"

"Then you shouldn't provoke—"

"Alright Angelina!" A cheerful voice interrupted the quarrel between the two—it was Fred, and now he and George are the only two people in the team who are still in good spirits, "Let me say, Harry wouldn't like that either, and if you don't like it, it's wrong for that old toad to just sit there and breathe carefully—we haven't lost the game yet, Ginny is flying well, The eyes are also good, you should have some confidence in her!"

Angelina finally calmed down a little.

She did it, took a deep breath, turned to Harry and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you - but, I don't know what's going on, God, I even think I need a dose A palliative." When she said this, there was still inexplicable anxiety in her tone.

Harry gave her a weak smile, he could understand Angelina's mood very well.Now that he's completely lost himself, it's kind of bad, Ginny flies well, but admits, even if she doesn't want to, she can't outfly Malfoy - and their keeper...

Harry glanced at Ron and sighed, their goalkeeper seemed to be trying to drown himself in milk and cereal at the breakfast table this morning, "Ron, you can't be so nervous anymore, when you're not nervous At that time, you were not much worse than Wood."

"If you stop two-thirds of the balls, I will announce to the whole school that you are my brother at the end of the game!" George approached with a playful smile, patted Ron on the shoulder jokingly, and pushed away the changing clothes. The door of the room, the first to walk into the arena leading to the exit of the game - it was very lively outside, judging from the sound, the Slytherin players had already entered the arena.

George squinted his eyes and put his eyes on the Slytherin audience stand, put a hand on his eyes pretendingly, and dragged his voice: "Excuse me, Fred, come and see what that is?"

"'Weasley is our king' - looks like they already know today's keeper," Fred said lightly, after seeing their redheaded little brother stumbling out of the dressing room, tripping over his own robes. After a moment, the twin brothers looked at each other and sighed in unison as Ron tried to save himself from the robe.

Harry, who followed into the entrance and exit, was about to sit obediently in the auditorium, and obviously now he also saw the shiny badges worn on the chests of most Slytherins, so he stepped back, Frowning, he said, "'Weasley is our king' - what the hell is that?"

"It won't be a good thing." Fred cleared his throat. "And I feel like I've been shot by the map. I don't know if it's too late to tell them to 'write their names clearly'."

George also smiled and said, "It's really annoying."

"I thought Malfoy would hold back for your sake," Harry said a little confused, "it doesn't seem to be the case now."

"You got the point wrong, Harry." George rubbed his red hair, looking a little impatient, "We are not friends with Malfoy—at most, we are passers-by."

"Yes, passer-by." Fred nodded, "For example, you don't have to obsessively strangle the other party when you meet--obviously, such a meager relationship can't make him give up his strong desire to violently attack his rival."

"Rival in love, what rival in love?" Ron walked up with a blank face. He followed George's gaze and looked at the shining Slytherin stands. Soon, his face changed, and his voice changed with nervousness. , but said something that surprised everyone——

"Hey! I didn't woo them in private!"

So there was a brief silence for everyone.

George: "...Although this is an unexpected ending for us—"

"But all in all, it's much better than what we thought." Fred continued.

"Keep your innocence, my little brother." George patted Ron on the shoulder thoughtfully, and stepped onto his broom.And Ron, nodding because he didn't understand, he still seemed to want to clarify to everyone who would listen to him that he hadn't wooed Slytherin or anything, but under Angelina's impatient urging, he finally stumbled Stepped on his own sweep.

Looking at Ron's slit broom tail, Harry made up his mind to give Ron the latest model of the Nimbus series this Christmas.

"Good luck, mate," said Harry sincerely, to Ron, and to himself.

……

But it was clear five minutes into the game that Harry knew his prayers hadn't worked.

"That little fool Weasley,

He can't block a single ball.

The Slytherins sing,

Weasley is our king! -"

Ron missed his first ball when the strange melody sounded, and the score was thirty to ten, with Slytherin leading.There was cheer after cheer from the Slytherin stands, and the Gryffindors were naturally furious, trying to drown it out with screams and cheerleading chants every time the Slytherins started singing that silly song.

Harry looked at the front row of the Slytherin stands. Scorpius Gretel rested his chin on one hand and stared absently at the sky. From the range of his eyes, it could be seen that he was not paying attention at all. Contest.

At least he didn't sing along, Harry thought gloomily, wondering if that would encourage Ron a little bit—

"Oh!"

The Gryffindors behind him groaned in horror, and Harry quickly looked up to the sky, only to realize that it was Goyle who almost knocked Ron off the broom, but Fred grabbed him from behind , Seizing this spare time, Montague scored a goal, forty to ten... Well, it's not too bad.

In the sky, Fred simply patted Ron on the shoulder and flew away.

"Weasley is our king,

He always puts the ball in the goal!

Weasley made me win this one,

Weasley is our king! -"

"Oh! Who can make them stop singing this damn song!" Hermione's grumpy voice sounded beside Harry, and the Gryffindor girl with her tousled hair squeezed close to Harry, holding basically Books marked in the library, she yelled frantically, throwing her neck back, "They totally caught Ron's weakness - that's what he's afraid of!"

"At least the lyrics aren't too over the top," Harry said weakly. "Listen Hermione, if I try to mess with Umbridge next time before a match, you'll beat me to pieces."

"I want to beat you into bread right now." Hermione's voice became much calmer, she was holding those books tightly, staring at the field expressionlessly, "Malfoy caught the golden snitch, Harry, we lose."

Even if he refused to admit it, Harry still felt that he had foreseen this ending—even so, he was still like a ball that had been sucked out of air, and the cold blood almost flowed back from the top of his head: "This is really A nightmare, the shortest Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match in Quidditch history! I can't believe I witnessed this!"

"You don't need to say these things, you can't get rid of the relationship behind this great history-you just prepare to face Angelina's thunder and wrath." Hermione brushed her hair impatiently, leaned her body out, and stretched her neck After squinting her eyes, she muttered, "My God, Ginny looks like she's going to cry - is she really all right?"

"If it wasn't for the Snitch Malfoy caught right under her nose, there would be no need to cry."

"Of course not!" After quickly denying it, Hermione hesitated, she looked at the crowd leaving one after another, and sighed, "She found the Snitch almost at the same time as Malfoy, but her broom, Harry, Sweep or Meteor? - when Malfoy caught the Snitch, she was still on the way - I don't feel like criticizing or commenting, but if my kid was going to be on the Quidditch house team, I'd at least make sure he You can have a broom suitable for the game." In the end, she almost turned into a low-pitched complaint.

Because Ginny threw herself into Fred's (or George's) arms almost as soon as she landed, judging by the frequency of shrugging her shoulders, the little girl was indeed crying.

Her battered broom was thrown aside, and the ground was still wet from the rain, and there was a lot of dirty mud rolling on it.

One of the twin brothers also seemed to pat her on the shoulder very emotionally, and whispered something comforting-in fact, he had nothing to say, probably because Harry's broom was always good. I didn't expect that the difference between the brooms would directly affect the result of the game——

The two found the Snitch at the same time, and when one caught the Snitch, the other was still on the way.

Draco Malfoy is still using his unknown broom, which looks greener than last semester, and a few small flowers like white roses have bloomed at the end - a few days ago, haha Leigh and the others secretly laughed at this strange broom, thinking it was a girl's decorative broom.

But none of them can laugh now.

Surrounded by his teammates, Draco jumped off the broom nimbly and grabbed it before it hit the ground—without letting it touch a bit of muddy water.Through the chaotic crowd, he squinted at Ginny who was crying, and at the sweeping series thrown into the muddy water by her, then looked away casually, and when he turned to leave, his face was full of his usual expression. Such indifference and arrogance.

Beside Draco, Scorpius lazily fiddled with the small white flowers on the end of the broom, which were miraculously full of life and exuded a faint plant fragrance—

"That broom is fancy."

Regarding the third-year Slytherin's sarcasm, Draco just twitched the corner of his mouth impatiently: "Hold it steady, you won't want to know the consequences of dropping it on the ground."

"...I also want to use it to try the floating spell I just learned."

Draco snatched his broom viciously: "Damn - that's a spell you learned in first grade!"

"Congratulations on winning your first match, Draco."

"...Shut up! It's too late to please me now!"