(Thanks to Justlai, the seventh branch of the future agency, the brave and fearless, and nice half-house for their tips and support)

Similar to "football" in the Muggle world, there is also a competitive sport in the wizarding world called "Quidditch". The rules of Quidditch are a bit complicated, a bit like taking "basketball" and "football" on top of it with a bit of "individual heroism" thrown in.

There is a "Quaffle" that does not move, two "Bludgers" that will actively attack players, and a "Golden Snitch" that runs away; Seven people on each side are wearing uniforms, riding magic brooms, and are not allowed to use magic; Three of them, known as "chasers", pass the Quaffle to each other in an attempt to get it through the rings on each other's side, scoring 10 points each time they pass through one ring; There is also a team member called "Goalkeeper", who must fly around his own circle to prevent the opponent from scoring; There are also two "batsmen", holding small wooden bats that resemble pillar-style baseballs, and while protecting their own players from being hit by Bludgers, Bludgers hit opposing players; The last person is the "Seeker", who must travel back and forth between the Chaser, Batsman, Bludger, and Quaffle to catch the Golden Snitch before the opposing Seeker, once the Golden Snitch is captured, it will be awarded 150 points, and the game time will be over.

Hogwarts hosts a cup every semester, and at the end of the semester, points are awarded in the House Cup, which represents honor, based on the final ranking. Whether it's the courageous Gryffindor, the honest and faithful Hufflepuff, the wise and erudite Ravenclaw, or the ambitious Slytherin, all the students are crazy about the competition.

The Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts is northwest of the castle, and it's certainly not as good as the one dedicated to international competitions, but it has everything it should have. Around the stadium is a wooden frame covered by the flags of the four colleges, with high stands and hundreds of chairs in the stands suitable for spectators; At each end of the pitch were three metal poles, topped with rings, a bit like the little plastic sticks used by Muggle children to blow soap bubbles, except that each of them was fifty feet high; Below the pitch is a grass area divided with lime powder, but there is a small area of sand at either end to allow for the metal poles in front of it.

Today, the whole school, including Leeds, came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch, and Leeds brought binoculars...... Even though it was very cold, the mountains around the school were grey and covered in snow and ice, and the lake was cold and hard like hardened steel, the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match had to go ahead as scheduled. In the early morning, Hagrid, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, had finished defrosting the course.

"May I sit here, please?" Lucius Malfoy was one of the trustees of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so he could naturally come to watch the game with his son in play, but he obviously didn't just come to see the game, he found Liz in the first place.

"Theoretically, I'm leaving this position to Sakiya, but...... For the sake of your handsomeness, put up with it. "Liz tilted his head to look at Lucius, who was worthy of the name of 'gold and jade'.

"Thank you." Lucius was a standard Slytherin, how humble he was in front of Voldemort was and how humble he is in front of Leeds now - after using the power of power to see Liz and Draco's memory balls, he was extremely worried about his son's life, and his fear of Liz increased dramatically.

Sitting down gracefully, keeping a distance from Leeds, Lucius considered his words and said in as sincere a tone as possible, "How rude the previous meeting was, I think we can talk about it again-"

"—Draco's questions aside, what I say is what I say, brother Death Eater." Lucius was interrupted by Liz as soon as he spoke.

"This ......" the Death Eater designation, convinced Lucius which side Liz was on.

"I'm asking you to sit down to let you watch this game quietly and seriously." Leeds' eyes were cast on the players on both sides who had already come out of the line.

“？”

"You seem to be a good person when you treat blood relatives, don't be busy with anything else, let's see Draco's growth after following me for more than ten days~" Liz said confidently.

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This wasn't Slytherin's first Quidditch match of the term, but it was Draco Malfoy's first Quidditch match, because his dad spent money on the team's latest magic broom after the Christmas break, and Malfoy's own Quidditch strength was good, and he became the new Seeker for the Slytherin team.

However, even though Madame Hooch, who was the referee, had already started to lecture in the middle of the court, and the game that meant so much to him was about to begin, Draco did not have half of excitement and joy in his heart at this time, only a deep sadness.

[Although I don't see you as an apprentice at all, others will definitely think so, and I will be embarrassed if you lose...... So you get the idea. - because the unscrupulous professor's personal maid conveyed this to him before the game.

Malfoy said he didn't want to understand!

What does an unscrupulous professor want to do to himself? Do you stab him with a magic sword again? Or throw him into the depths of the Forbidden Forest! Or some form of punishment that he couldn't have imagined with his normal mind!

No matter what the mystery is, there must be no punishment!

"......" is motivated by fear, and fighting spirit is generated by grief and indignation, and Malfoy himself does not know that his eyes at this time are already different from the former soft egg young master.

"Please get on your broomsticks." Malfoy is instructed by Mrs. Hooch to mount a magic broomstick.

(beep——!!! A whistle blew.

Along with Madame Hodge herself, fifteen magic brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The race is on.

"............" Malfoy stopped high in the air, quietly above the arena, squinting for the shadow of the snitch.

Malfoy had to admit that in the Quidditch realm, Harry Potter's talent was even better than his own, and he was obviously a little four-eyed, and he saw the little golden snitch one step ahead of himself.

Harry Potter saw it and immediately chased the golden streamer.

Malfoy saw it too, but he didn't make any move, just made sure he wouldn't get hit by the Bludger, and descended little by little, into the most intense airspace.

“…… This isn't the time to improvise and figure out what you're going to do, Malfoy. As if under a spell on himself, Malfoy unconsciously entered the mental state he had been in Anan...... Well, it's like when Liz kicked him out of the room and told him to seduce the werewolves after him.

The cheers from Gryffindor's side didn't know if it was for the Chaser to score or for Harry Potter chasing the Golden Snitch, but Malfoy's boos from Slytherin's side were 100% sure it was for his own inaction - whatever, it didn't matter anymore.

Malfoy's heart did not fluctuate, the victory or defeat of the game, his personal reputation, and the honor of the academy, how could his own life matter!

“！” Noticing that Harry Potter had chased the Golden Snitch to a low altitude close to the ground, he had reached the end of the Gryffindor field, and entered Malfoy's script, which Malfoy immediately dived over at full speed.

"Young master, I fought today!" Malfoy lifted his right foot up and stepped on the magic broomstick, leaning forward with his weight in a pose that could jump out at any moment.

The Golden Snitch who was chased by Harry Potter to the end of the side of the stadium has only the option of taking an arc, even if it can be corrected upwards and downwards, but the general direction will not change! As soon as it turned, it was like meeting Malfoy as it swooped down.

The Golden Snitch chose to dodge with a sudden move to the upper left.

"Hah!" It was too late to change direction with a magic broomstick, there was no such broom in this world, so Malfoy jumped directly to make up for the offset.

"What ——?!" Harry Potter, who had been chasing the Golden Snitch, apparently did not notice Malfoy's movements, and was hit by Malfoy's broomstick and fell.

Harry just fell from a low altitude and broke an arm, but Malfoy was like a meteor from top to bottom, and if he hadn't fallen into the sand as he had calculated, he could have died...... Rao said this, Malfoy still slammed his mouth and spat blood, slid out of the sand for more than ten meters, and he didn't know how many bones were broken and how many internal organs were injured.

"—Eight Gates." In the stadium, which suddenly fell silent, there was only one voice.

“…… Finally passed......" Malfoy, who had only begun to feel pain everywhere when his body was quickly healing, raised his right hand to the referee, showing the golden snitch in his palm, looking very melancholy.

Why are you so miserable......