The Alchemist of Harry Potter

On the day of the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Harry's Firebolt finally officially appeared in the lobby, becoming the focus of everyone's attention, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

The faces of the Slytherin team members were not very good-looking, and Potter with Firebolt was like a fishbone stuck in their throats, which made them very uncomfortable.

If Gryffindor wins today's Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, it could well threaten the final Slytherin title.

"Potter, I have good news for you!"

Harry didn't speak, pretending not to hear Malfoy.

"The hippogriff that attacked me is dead."

Malfoy took a letter out of his pocket in front of everyone, grinned at Harry with a malicious smile, "Yesterday, my dad asked the owl to bring me a letter, he's a friend of the Dangerous Animals Committee. Tell him that there is a very high probability that the hippogriff that attacked me will be sentenced to death."

"Get out of Malfoy."

Ron stood between Harry and Malfoy, staring fiercely at the guy in front of him that he hated so much, resisting the urge to punch him, "Harry, ignore him, that guy just envy you Possessing Firebolts, deliberately disgusting you."

"Envy, I need to be envious?" Malfoy scorned Ron arrogantly. "Please don't compare me to a poor bastard like you?"

"Ignore him."

Harry stretched out his hand to hold down Ron, who was about to beat Malfoy, looked at Malfoy with a look of poop, and said in disgust, "Get off Malfoy, talking to you will make me sick."

There was a sneer at the corner of Malfoy's mouth, and a malicious light flashed in his eyes. He reached out to get the Firebolt on the table, but was stopped by a group of people.

"This broom is really good, but it's a pity that you don't have a parachute, otherwise you won't have to worry about falling off the broom again." Malfoy retracted his arm and continued sarcastically: "By the way, I read the newspaper last time. , you're the poor dementor-susceptible creatures mentioned in the papers."

"The last Quidditch match was such a shame. If you could have an extra arm, you might be able to catch the Snitch, and the Gryffindor team would never have any chance of turning over again." Harry Retorted without showing weakness, "It's all thanks to your help, please allow me to thank you on behalf of Gryffindor House."

"Thanks for your help!" said George, grinning.

"Thank you, self-sacrificing Mr. Malfoy." Ron slapped Malfoy on the shoulder hard, with an undisguised delight in his voice.

"Thank you for your help, otherwise we really have no chance at all."

A group of Gryffindor students concerned about the conflict here immediately surrounded Malfoy and thanked him.

However, Mr. Malfoy, who was thanked by a group of people, did not look very good.

That incident was undoubtedly one of the last dark histories Malfoy wanted to talk about.

In their last match against Ravenclaw, the Slytherins had an overall advantage.

At the time, their captain Marcus came up with a daring plan to try to kill Gryffindor in the cradle early.

As long as the plan is successful, the Firebolt can't pose a threat to them.

The plan went well, and the Slytherins were even ahead of Ravenclaw by a huge margin of 160 points before catching the Snitch.

As long as they catch the Snitch again, they can make the Gryffindor team completely desperate with an almost irreversible high score. Even if they lose the last game, they can still win the championship with a score advantage.

However, Marcus' plan failed.

Finally, due to Malfoy's negligence, Ravenclaw's Seeker Cho Zhang seized the flaw and caught the Snitch first.

And Potter was rubbing salt in Malfoy's wound by mentioning it in front of everyone.

Malfoy, who was almost mad, fought his way through the crowd and hurried out of the hall amid the people's laughter.

"Harry, forget about that clown."

Wood stretched his arms around Harry's shoulders and comforted: "All we have to do now is win this game, and then beat the Slytherins in the next game, trampling them completely underfoot, and then the group of bereaved dogs will be gone. I can't be proud any more."

Harry nodded, indicating that he understood. But Malfoy's words still had some influence on him, and Harry's expression became a little gloomy when he thought that Buckbeak might be sentenced to death.

"Want to go and see the Firebolt?"

Albert, who witnessed the conflict with his own eyes, turned his head and asked Isobel next to him.

"Forget it!" Isobel shook her head to indicate that she was not interested in Firebolt, and she asked, "Who do you think will win."

"Porter has a relatively high probability of winning." Albert said without hesitation: "Although Qiu Zhang is also an excellent Seeker, this is no longer a gap in strength, but a gap in the performance of broomsticks."

"That kind of broomstick shouldn't be on the field. It's so unfair." Penello said angrily.

"You can't expect everyone to use the same broom." Percy greeted Albert.

"I think everyone should use the same broom, so that the players can play their respective abilities."

Albert felt that the current Quidditch game was very unfair, and the Slytherin team relied on the advantages of Nimbus 2001 to crush other college Quidditch teams.

Now, Harry has crushed others by relying on the performance advantage of Firebolt, which is considered a monetary advantage and does not reflect the strength of the players.

"Quidditch has always been like this, you can't expect it to change easily." Percy shook his head, he actually knew that Albert was right, but it was difficult to change.

"By the way, who do you think will win?" Percy whispered to Albert.

"Gryffindor has a better chance of winning," Albert said, pointing to the Firebolts on the table for viewing. It is a very big advantage, otherwise the Slytherin team will not deliberately provoke and want to destroy Harry's mentality."

"No, that's not what I said!" Percy whispered. "Didn't you do a divination?"

"I can't predict everything." Albert said speechlessly: "You should have confidence in our team."

Percy pulled Albert aside and whispered slightly nervously, "I made a bet with Penello, and if I lose I don't have ten Galleons for her."

Albert suddenly asked, "If you win, do you really plan to ask her for ten Galleons?"

Percy was suddenly silent.

"Then what's there to bet on? Why don't you bet ten kisses, or pay the bill when you go to Hogsmeade for tea next time?" Albert felt that gambling with his girlfriend, whether he won in the end, or If you lose, the result is that you lose yourself, and you lose money.

Albert would never discuss with Isobel that the academy won. Even if he went to watch the game, it was purely to watch the game, otherwise wouldn't he just cause trouble for himself?

"You're right, alas, why didn't I think of it at the time!" Percy bowed his head a little regretfully.

If he wins in the end, do you really ask Penello for ten Galleons?

Hearing what Albert said, Percy felt he might be able to save a little. As for whether the Gryffindor team could win the game, Percy thought it should, but he really couldn't think of a reason to lose the game.

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