Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

As the most popular sport at Hogwarts, Quidditch has always been very popular.

Not long after the trial ended, the news spread like wildfire that Kyle scored 21 goals in ten minutes.

In the days that followed, everyone was talking about it.

Some were shocked, some were excited, and some were skeptical.

"This is too fake."

At the Slytherin table, Zabini said with a look of disdain: "Although I admit that Kyle is somewhat capable and the maps he makes are so-so to my satisfaction, when it comes to Quidditch he is far behind.

Score 21 goals in ten minutes, even I can't do it, how can he possibly do it! "

"Is it possible that you are better than Kyle?" Malfoy glanced at him sideways.

"You do not believe?"

Zabini said proudly: "My fifth father is a professional Quidditch player. He said that I am a Quidditch genius that is rare to see in a century. As long as I am willing, there will be countless professional players as soon as I graduate." The team was clamoring for me to join them.”

Hearing this, many people around him subconsciously twitched their lips.

Mrs. Zabini is a very beautiful witch in the magical world. She has been married seven times, and each of her husbands will eventually die mysteriously and leave a large inheritance.

"I've heard this kind of thing too, more than once." Malfoy sneered.

He knew from a long time ago that words like these were simply an insincere compliment, but he didn't expect that someone would actually take it seriously. 【】

"This is true, he will definitely not lie to me!" Zabini said with a smile on his face.

"In that case..." Malfoy glanced at him, "Then why don't you apply to join the academy team."

"What are you talking about, Draco? I'm only a first year, so I can't participate in Quidditch."

"But Bo..."

Malfoy was about to retort, but he shut his mouth abruptly.

He obviously already knew that Harry Potter had joined the team, and it made him feel very unhappy every time he thought about it.

And what's even more uncomfortable is that this result was caused because of him.

Thinking of the behavior of Potter and Weasley this morning, Malfoy felt as sick as if he had eaten a pile of fake cockroaches.

If he had known this would be the case, he would have said nothing at that time and would not have snatched that stupid big man's memory ball.

But Zabini didn't know about this. He thought Malfoy had admitted what he had just said. When he changed his face, he vowed: "Just wait and see, I will definitely be able to join the team next year." , take care of that Kyle."

"But Draco...you definitely won't make the team."

He suddenly looked at Malfoy and mocked: "I've seen you playing with a broomstick before. How can I put it, you can't walk as fast as my grandma."

Malfoy's face turned red. He was a Quidditch genius who had narrowly escaped Muggle helicopters several times. When had he ever been insulted like this?

"Hoo..."

Malfoy turned his head and asked in a long voice: "Which grandma are you referring to, the third one? Or the seventh one..."

At this time, Zabini's face began to turn red. He hated it when people mentioned this.

"How dare you, I want you to pay the price!"

In anger, he raised his fist and smashed it into Malfoy's face.

"boom!"

"ah……"

Malfoy, who had been punched, covered his face and screamed in disbelief: "Damn it, you dare to hit me, even my father never hit me!

What are you still doing? Come on, I'm going to kill him! "

Following Malfoy's order, his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, rushed over immediately.

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The two of them were at least half a head taller than their peers, and with their thick bodies, they were able to bring down the thin Zabini in a few clicks, and hit him with a blast when they held him down.

Malfoy stood up, and just when he was about to step forward to make up for it, Professor McGonagall had already appeared next to them.

"fight?"

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, and she casually used her wand to separate the three people who were rolling in a ball on the ground.

"Nothing so bad has ever happened at Hogwarts."

"It was Malfoy who insulted me first, Professor!" Zabini defended vaguely.

His face was swollen from being beaten by Crabbe and Goyle, and a few of his teeth were missing. His speech was somewhat leaky.

"You can tell Professor Snape this. He is the one who decides how to punish you."

Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Now, you four, follow me!"

"I'm sorry, Professor... maybe I heard wrong. Did you just say four people?"

Malfoy suddenly stood up. He covered his face, showed an innocent expression, and groaned: "Everyone here can testify that I did not fight, and I am still the victim."

"You heard me right, Mr. Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him calmly, "Follow me...don't make me say it a second time."

Malfoy did not dare to say anything more. He could only lower his head and carefully follow Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Harry Potter almost jumped up with excitement.

"Look Ron, Malfoy is in trouble!"

Ron also held a chicken leg and said happily: "He deserves it, he should have been punished a long time ago!"

The two danced for a while, as if seeing Malfoy in bad luck was more of a cause for celebration than them getting points for the house.

In short, Slytherin's episode did not affect other people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Especially Hufflepuff.

Harris seems to have drank expired potion recently. Whether in the common room or in class, he always laughs out of nowhere, scaring the people around him.

One day on his way to class, he met Oliver Wood of Gryffindor in the corridor. Coincidentally, they were both giggling when they met.

"It's Wood, hello, hello!"

"Nice to meet you, Harris."

The two greeted each other warmly, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

"What class are you going to take?"

"A History of Magic, what about you."

"Pretty much, I'm Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's pretty much it."

The two exchanged pleasantries and suddenly asked at the same time: "What were you laughing at just now?"

After asking, he fell into silence at the same time.

"Well, you know."

After a brief silence, Wood was the first to speak: "My owl has given birth to a second child, a new life... This is such a beautiful thing. Every time I think of this, I feel joy from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm about the same as you."

Harris said calmly: "My owl found its other half at school. That beautiful love... I am really happy for it."

"That's it." Wood said in surprise: "Congratulations to you."

"Haha, same joy," Harris quickly replied.

Then the two fell into silence again, and madly denounced each other's shamelessness in their hearts.