This Hogwarts isn't normal.

November,

Hogwarts 1993 school year, the first game of the annual Quidditch House Cup.

Although the heavy rain had been falling all day, it still couldn't stop Slytherin from winning.

According to extremely reliable and important intelligence, their strongest opponent accidentally dropped his broom at the beginning of yesterday's training, which would definitely affect today's game.

After a thunderous roar, Flint in the Slytherin lounge raised his clenched fist, "This year is the best year!

Wayne's scumbag rabbit broom is broken. As long as we can overcome today's bad weather, victory will belong to us!"

"Down with Wayne!"

"Bloodbath Gryffindor!"

"Shave their heads!"

Along with the thunder, there was one person who didn't join in the cheering.

He was Draco.

Unlike the players who seemed to have won the game, he always felt that something was fishy about yesterday.

Wayne, this bastard, was so cunning, how could he not know that they had been peeking at the training.

Unless it was intentional.

But the news of the fall yesterday has spread all over the school, and he happened to be there when he was carried to the school hospital, which didn't seem to be fake at all.

He should have been overthinking.

From the beginning of the school year to now, he finally found an opportunity.

The situation has changed, and the Slytherin team rushed into the court with great momentum.

Facing the storm, they did not show any fear on their faces, and they were all full of confidence.

Hermione in the audience stands held a small yellow umbrella and watched the Gryffindor team enter the field indifferently.

These people who play tactics are dirty, especially someone who makes excuses for their laziness.

Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle and the game officially began.

"Boom--"

The moment the Quaffle jumped out of the box, a ghostly figure overlapped with the lightning that had just fallen.

Under the intensive rainstorm and strong wind, the Quaffle successfully passed through the Slytherin goal and successfully scored 10 points for Gryffindor.

The little snakes stared with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what had just happened.

Falling from such a high place, it was fine after one night?

Wayne is not a human being, is he a monster?

And what about the promise that he was not used to the new broom?

Flint gritted his teeth fiercely, "Fuck! We have all been deceived!"

Wood, the gatekeeper on the opposite side, raised a finger high and shouted a not-so-nice word.

Even though he was in the heavy rain and could not hear or see clearly, Flint still knew that the guy was scolding "stragglers".

His blood pressure rose immediately.

He rode the Nimbus 2000 sponsored by the Malfoy family and flew towards Vincent desperately.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late, and the Quaffle had entered the goal again.

"Ahhh!" Flint roared wildly.

The rain whipped on his face, Vincent reached out to lift his wet hair up, and then hooked his finger forward.

The next second, the runaway gorilla came over.

As expected, Gryffindor scored another 10 points.

As long as the Golden Snitch was not caught, the game was not over.

In the heavy rain, both seekers knew how important their mission was.

One side had to catch the Golden Snitch before the other side scored 150 points, while the other side needed to constantly interfere.

According to Wood's tactics, Slytherin would definitely be furious after finding out that he was tricked, and then his mentality would gradually become anxious.

Wizards are also human, and the more anxious they are, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

Harry, wearing waterproof glasses, didn't have to do anything, just fly around Draco.

"Get out of here! Pt!"

Gryffindor scored another 10 points.

Thunder rumbled, and the voices of the little snakes rumbled with it.

Under the huge black umbrella of the Slytherin audience stand,

a black figure stood up "swish", and the long hair that was instantly wet by the heavy rain stuck to the waxy face, which was visibly greasier.

Snape shook the hair stuck on his face fiercely, "Cheating! I seriously suspect that Wayne drank a banned potion!"

His harsh report was not taken seriously by the referee Mrs. Hoch.

McGonagall, holding a small umbrella, didn't say anything, but she was already very happy in her heart.

Who said Gryffindor doesn't like to use their brains? Isn't this making Slytherin run around in circles?

Dumbledore on the high platform smiled and stroked the chain pendant on his left wrist.

It seems that he gained a lot in Nurmengard.

Looking back to the stadium, Vincent is undoubtedly the focus of the whole audience.

The rain wet his clothes, and his wet hair was lifted up again.

The girls suddenly burst into a scream that was no less loud than thunder.

Hermione squinted unconsciously.

Her small hand holding the umbrella tightly grasped the handle, and her radar-like eyes swept across the whole venue.

Daphne next to her poked her with an elbow, "You have quite a lot of competitors~ If you don't work hard, someone will snatch it away~"

Hermione turned her head away angrily, "Whoever wants to snatch it can snatch it away."

Even though she was talking, her eyes kept wandering around the audience seats, as if she wanted to remember the few people who shouted the loudest.

She was anxious, she was anxious.

Daphne stopped teasing.

Every time I see Vincent recently, I can find that he seems to have grown taller and more handsome.

His immature face has become more mature, and the boys of the same grade can't compare at all.

The side effects of the time converter are not all bad things.

Outside the stadium, Jomgund was coiled on a big tree.

Blackie stretched his neck and stood under the tree, with Gugu and Crookshanks stepping on its broad back.

On a rainy day, all the teachers and students in the school are watching the game, which is a good time to cause trouble.

"Gu Gu——" Gu Gu's little paws tapped lightly, and one small wing pointed at the castle, just like a heroic general in ancient times charging towards the enemy.

Xiao Hei ignored it at all and continued to focus on the field.

"Goo!"

If you get annoyed, just shake them off.

The agile Crookshanks landed safely, but the chubby Lord Gugu suffered.

Its sexy big butt fell heavily into the mud, and dirty muddy water splashed on the soft and fluffy brown feathers.

After a series of swear words about the owl, Xiao Hei raised his strong paws and pushed away its round face impatiently.

Shaking and crying, the dog actually rebelled.

Gugu narrowed his big eyes, probably thinking about how to get back in revenge.

Xiao Hei shivered inexplicably, and then continued to watch the game.

It only took 150 minutes, and it only took less than an hour even if it was raining heavily.

But its yellow eyes didn't seem to focus there, instead following Harry's swinging tactics.

Another cold shiver passed, and Gugu's yelling was obviously much quieter.

"Meow——" Crookshanks arched his body, as if he was on guard for something.

Jomgand looked towards the dark clouds in the distance.

There seems to be something terrible there.

Animals are highly alert in the face of crisis, and this is not just from instinctive fear.

It was extremely cold, and the aura of deja vu became increasingly intense.

Danger is approaching, and Master Gugu has no idea of ​​causing trouble.

The dark clouds actually slowly grew in size, as if they were multiplying.

No, those were densely packed little black dots, the Dementor troops responsible for hunting down Sirius Black.

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