Chapter 165: fight incident

Chapter 165: fight incident

Chapter 165 Fighting Incident

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 following days, everyone was discussing this matter.

Some people are shocked, some are excited, and some are skeptical.

 “This is too fake.”

At the Slytherin dining 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.

 Scoring twenty-one goals in ten minutes, even I couldn’t do it, how could he? "

"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 too, more than once." Malfoy sneered.

 He ​​has known from a long time ago that words like these are simply an insincere compliment, but he didn't expect that some people would actually take it seriously.

 “This is true, he will definitely not lie to me!” Zabini said, scratching his neck.

"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 in my first year, so I can't participate in Quidditch."

 “But wave…”

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

Had he known this would be the case, he wouldn't have grabbed that stupid big memory ball at all.

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?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

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 others mentioned this.

 “How dare you, I want you to pay the price!”

In anger, he raised his fist and punched Malfoy in the 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 has 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.

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

Malfoy stood up, and when he was about to step forward to help, 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 should keep this to Professor Snape. 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 said hummingly: "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.

Looking at 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 misfortune was more of a cause for celebration than them getting extra points for the academy.

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

 Especially Hufflepuff.

Harris seems to have drank an 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 of them 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 the same.”

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

 After asking, he fell into silence again.

 “Well, you know.”

After a brief silence, Wood took the lead and said: "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 in school, that beautiful love... I am really happy for it."

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

 “Haha, I’m happy together.” Harris quickly replied.

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

 (End of this chapter)