The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Gryffindor Seeker was hit by a sudden Bludger!

Falling straight down from mid-air!

Slytherin's Beater looked confused, not noticing that someone in the stands was silently chanting something.

He remembered that he had clearly hit the ball towards Wood, so how could it fly to the opponent's Seeker?

Could it be that he had mastered the legendary ball fighting technique?

Can he make the Bludger turn?

"Oh, Gryffindor's Seeker was knocked off his broom by Slytherin!"

"I hope he's safe!"

"Evil Slytherin!"

Lee Jordan's last muttered sentence caused Professor McGonagall to cough and remind him.

There were waves of dissatisfaction from the Gryffindor platform.

Ron, a loyal Quidditch fan, was so angry that he almost cursed.

Madam Hooch quickly announced a suspension of the game and sent the injured Gryffindor member to Madam Pomfrey.

The game was suspended at halftime.

The Gryffindor members returned to the lounge with a serious face.

"Wood, how is Moses?"

"Is the injury serious?"

Harry, the substitute seeker, hurried over to ask.

Wood looked at Harry with a heavy expression: "Harry, next, you have to be ready to play."

"Me?"

Harry looked at his height and was obviously shorter than the people around him.

"Are you scared?"

"A little."

"It's okay!" Wood patted Harry on the shoulder.

"I was like this the first time I played!"

"But no matter what you do, there will be a first time."

"Come on!"

After a short break, Madam Hooch returned from the school infirmary.

The game started again!

"Look, Gryffindor sent out their new seeker!"

"The famous savior, Harry Potter!"

Harry rode on his broom, nervously and excitedly looking around the field.

Draco stood not far away and said: "Harry! This time we have to compete well!"

"Of course!"

Whoosh!!!

The whistle sounded and the game started again!

Compared to just now, the confrontation between the two sides was more intense this time.

Slytherin made no secret of his tactics, knocking down Gryffindor players one by one with actions close to fouls.

Harry saw it and was anxious.

Just then, the Golden Snitch appeared in front of him!

Harry chased after it almost as a reflex.

Draco followed closely behind.

Although it started a little late, the speed of the Nimbus 2000 was far beyond the old antiques of Hogwarts.

In just a few seconds, it was on par with Harry.

"A... Agus, who do you think will get the Golden Snitch, Draco or Harry Potter?"

Slytherin prefect Amiri Carrow thought for a long time before he mustered up the courage to talk to Agus.

Ever since he saw Lucius's attitude towards Agus, he always felt guilty when he saw Agus.

"Draco, his broom is much better than Harry's, and his mentality is also better than Harry's."

"Although his flying talent is a little worse, it's not much different."

Agus's attention was not on Quidditch, and his eyes kept sweeping towards the professor's seat.

As if he could see that Argus was not very interested in this aspect, Amiri Carrow did not dwell on this topic.

Instead, he focused on watching the game.

As time went on, Draco's broom became more and more advantageous.

He had left Harry behind.

Harry was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, he felt a stir in his crotch.

Then, the obedient flying broom began to shake!

The amplitude became larger and larger, and there was a tendency to throw him off!

There were bursts of exclamations from the stands!

Argus could vaguely see on the platform that Quirrell was staring at Harry with his eyes fixed.

He made a praying gesture with his hands!

"My teacher, you can't help it after all!"

"What good will it do you to take action now? There are so many professors here, not to mention Harry falling off the broom."

"Even if you are resurrected in your prime, they can still fight you!"

Below Quirrell, Lucius was pulling Snape to reminisce about the past, constantly boasting about his son's excellence.

Snape was forced to not spare the time to cast a counter-curse on the broom.

Harry's good friend Ron did not have Hermione's brain at all, let alone Hermione's meticulous observation.

Faced with Harry's crisis, he could only stamp his feet anxiously.

"What are you going to do next, Dean?"

"Without anyone to protect you, your Harry will fall off the broom in no time."

Argus was watching the movements of several people in a completely spectator's manner.

He was not Harry's nanny, so he did not have to think about him everywhere.

The worst that could happen was that he would fall down, no big deal!

Only Snape would help at the risk of being exposed!

But Argus forgot that Harry was on the same stage with his true love!

Draco!

Seeing that his friend was about to fall to the ground, Draco turned around and rushed towards Harry, regardless of the Golden Snitch that was close at hand.

At the critical moment, Draco grabbed Harry's hand.

He did not let him fall off.

But the broom continued to shake, and it hit Draco's Nimbus 2000 directly.

Crack!

With a slight sound, Harry's broom broke.

At the last moment, Draco pulled Harry onto his broom.

With the cushioning of Nimbus 2000, the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

After a brief silence, the scene was immediately greeted with a tsunami of applause!

Argus watched the two men's movements and couldn't help but think of the scene in the original book where Harry fished Draco out of the fierce fire.

He shook his head helplessly and smiled.

It can be regarded as repaying Harry's kindness in advance for saving people.

…

The Quidditch match ended with Slytherin's victory.

After enjoying Gryffindor's thanks, Draco turned around and saw Lucius's cold face.

The smile suddenly froze on his face.

"dad……"

"Who asked you to do such a dangerous thing! Do you know the consequences of falling from the sky!"

"Dad, Harry...Harry is my friend!"

"So what! There are so many professors in the stands, and Madam Pomfrey in the school doctor's office, but it's not your turn to help!"

After Lucius finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something. He took a deep breath and barely suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Go back quickly, I still have something to do, and I will settle the score with you later!"

Shortly after Draco left sadly, Argus' figure emerged from the shadows.

"Mr. Grindelwald, this is a joke for you."

"Mr. Malfoy, Draco did a good job, there is no need for you to be so angry."

As early as when Lucius reprimanded Draco, Argus was not far away.

But he knew that no matter how good his relationship with Draco was, he was not qualified to dictate his parents' education.

When the training was almost complete, he quietly revealed a breath.

"You also know how dangerous what just happened was. This child actually did it for his so-called friend..."

Speaking of Draco, Lucius was no different from ordinary parents, and he also had headaches about his children.

"It's good to have friends, Mr. Malfoy, let me ask you a question."

"Do you have any true friends now?"

One sentence made Lucius stunned.

Yeah, I don’t know when it started.

I no longer have any friends who can tell the truth.

He speaks human words to others and lies to ghosts. Sometimes even he himself doesn't know whether what he says is true or false.

Classmate at Hogwarts, childhood playmate.

They all parted ways for various reasons.

There was barely one Snape left, and it could only be said that he was an old friend, not a close friend.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his memories.

Looking at Yagus's back, he suddenly said something.

"What about you, Argus, who are your true friends?"

"I?"

"My path is all alone."