Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 97 The Ghostly Malfoy

"This year we have to work harder, we will win the championship." Wood clenched his fists and shouted, "Now let's go and put the new training plan into practice." Then grabbed the broom and took the lead out of the locker room.

Great pep talk, but everyone is still listless. Although they are Quidditch players, their lives are not just Quidditch games, but the school's daily curriculum is also very heavy.

They spent too much time in the locker room, and by the time everyone got to the training ground, the sun was already high. Harry couldn't believe it when he saw Colin in the stands, "Wood has been talking for so long, and Colin hasn't left yet."

It was the unpleasant thing, and the happy thing, Harry saw Ron and Hermione, they didn't leave him, they came together to watch his training.

"You haven't finished training yet?" Ron asked in disbelief. When he slept in a daze in the morning, he vaguely knew that Wood had called Harry away early. When he woke up, he saw Harry's note.

He also happened to meet Hermione when he was eating in the large dining room, so the two of them finished breakfast, and brought some bread and jam as snacks, and came to find Harry together.

"Wood has talked about a lot of new tactics, and he hasn't started training yet." Harry looked at Ron and Hermione with admiration. They were sitting in the stands, eating snacks easily, while he even had breakfast. Haven't eaten yet.

Although there was some complaints in his heart, he still rode on his Nimbus 2000, kicked his legs on the ground, and flew up. The cool and fresh air rushed towards his face, and he felt refreshed at once, "No matter what tactics he did, he didn't fly briskly in the air to make people happy and invigorating."

Returning to the Quidditch pitch in the new school year, Harry found himself feeling like a duck to water. He was high in the sky, flying around the stadium very quickly, overtaking one teammate after another.

"It's so comfortable." Harry slowed down and spread his hands, feeling like he was flying, even though he was already.

"Where did the clicking sound come from?" asked Fred, who came up from behind.

Harry looked at the stands subconsciously, sure enough. Colin climbed to the top row of seats, held the camera high, and kept pressing the shutter. Taking pictures one by one, in an empty and quiet stadium, the sound of the shutter is very abrupt.

"Look here, Harry." Colin raised the camera with one hand and waved the other.

Harry felt like he had a sap in the chest and wanted to hit the wall.

"Who is that person?" Fred had never seen that person and guessed that it was a freshman.

"I don't know." Harry didn't dare to admit that he knew Colin at this time. It was too embarrassing. He had no face and continued to stay there. He accelerated sharply, and wanted to leave Colin far away.

"What's going on?" Wood also sped up, frowning, he had just made a new plan, and was just about to use it as a secret training, and have a good time, "Why is that freshman taking pictures? We are in Secret training, he is likely to be a spy for Slytherin, to spy on our training plan."

"He's a freshman in Gryffindor." Harry hurriedly explained that although Colin was a difficult guy, he was his admirer after all, and not exactly a bad guy.

"The people of Slytherin don't need spies, Wood." Fred muttered.

"How do you know they don't need it?" Wood was a little angry. He had great expectations for his training plan. It took him a long time to come up with this during the summer vacation, but no one cared about it, and now he has encountered someone taking pictures.

"Because the Slytherins have come by themselves." Fred pointed to the bottom disapprovingly.

Several men in green robes entered the field, all with broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it, I've got the pitch today, I'm going to see what they want.

' Wood lowered his angry voice.

He rushed to the ground, so fast that even the landing was a little unstable. Harry and Fred also fell to his side, confronting the Slytherin players together.

"Flint," Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our training time, you guys get me out."

Marcus Flint seems to have troll blood. He is taller and burlier than Wood, with a sly look on his fierce face, "The stadium is huge, Wood."

Angelina, Arya, and Katie rushed over, and the Gryffindors lined up, glaring at each other.

There were no girls on the Slytherin team, and their players stood side by side in a row, with the characteristic arrogance of Slytherin, and squinted at the Gryffindor players.

"I've got the course," Wood growled. "I've got it here."

"Oh!" Flintra's tone was long and frivolous, "but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape, and Professor Snape allows us Slytherins to train on the court today, to train our new Seeker. ."

"You've got a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was immediately caught by the words, which was big news. "Who is he?"

A smaller boy, flashing from behind the six tall, burly teammates, his pale face with the characteristic Slytherin swagger, was Draco Malfoy.

"Isn't this Lucius Malfoy's son!" Fred said with a look of disgust, he still remembered the fight between his father and Lucius in the Flourish Bookstore.

"Since you mentioned Mr. Lucius Malfoy." The Slytherin team members laughed even more ecstatically, "Then let you see and see, Mr. Lucius is a generous gift to the Slytherin team."

The seven people raised their brooms in front of them. The seven brand-new flying brooms with beautiful lines were all printed with gold characters "Light Wheel 2001", reflecting golden light in the sun.

"The latest model that just came out last month." Flint said smugly, stroking his broom lightly with his hand, "it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series, as for those old-fashioned ones Sweep Seven Stars." He looked at Fred with contempt, and he was holding an old Sweep Seven Stars in his hand, "Let's use them to sweep the floor."

Gryffindor players were also stunned by the seven Nimbus 2001s in front of them. The brooms provided by the school were very old, and players with better economic conditions would bring their own brooms.

But these prices are not cheap, not to mention that Quidditch is just a sports game after all, and few parents will be willing to buy the best broom, they prefer their children to spend more time studying rather than training.

Malfoy smiled happily, his indifferent eyes narrowed into slits, and he said silently in his heart, "This is just the beginning." Looking at the Gryffindor players, especially Potter, who were stunned, Malfoy finally There was a kind of sourness that raised eyebrows.

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