After Halloween, Hogwarts finally ushered in the first Quidditch match of the semester.

Since the Triwizard Tournament was held last year, there was no Quidditch match, so the students at Hogwarts had been waiting for a long time. Everyone came to the stadium early to get a better seat.

As in previous years, the opening match was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, their old rivals.

With Dumbledore's intervention, Umbridge finally approved the Gryffindor team's reorganization application, but she delayed the approval until the day before the game because the team had not been reorganized, so they could not

Obtaining approval for court practice, this resulted in Harry and the others not having time to practice at all during this period.

"It doesn't matter! Even if we don't practice, we can beat the Slytherin guys to a pulp!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Angelina roared loudly and encouraged the team members as if she was possessed by Wood.

Everyone else's mentality was pretty good. Only Ron, who was about to play for the first time, seemed very nervous. Harry could only comfort him in a low voice from the side.

When the time came, Harry walked into the stadium with his teammates. There were roaring cheers from all around. He looked around and saw that except Slytherin, the other three houses were cheering for them...

In addition to the fact that Slytherin has always been unpopular, there is naturally also the influence of his companions from the Cat Club.

"Relax, Ron." Harry comforted Ron in a low voice again, "Goyle and Crabbe can both join the school team. They can't even tell the head and tail of a broomstick."

Ron: "..."

Although it seemed that Harry was despising himself by comparing himself with the two idiots Goyle and Crabbe, I have to say that the effect of these words was quite good, and Ron suddenly became less so.

Got nervous.

They arrived at the center of the pitch, where the Slytherin players and Ms. Hooch were already waiting.

Harry's eyes swept over Slytherin's new captain, Montague, as well as Goyle and Crabbe, who were waving bats, and finally fell on Malfoy.

Malfoy held his own Nimbus 2001 and looked back at Harry calmly with his gray eyes.

When the two people's eyes met, Harry inexplicably felt a sense of nervousness that was different from the upcoming competition, which made him subconsciously want to avoid Malfoy's sight, but he reacted in time and forced

He suddenly stopped his head that was about to turn away and glared at Malfoy with his neck stiffened.

However, Malfoy seemed to have noticed Harry's stern expression. He showed a faint but sarcastic smile, and then took the initiative to look away.

Although the two of them didn't say a word, they didn't even make a few moves, they just made pure eye contact, but Harry didn't know why, but he just felt that he was weaker than Malfoy.

In fact, this is not the first time that a similar situation has occurred. Ever since the beginning of school, Harry has noticed that Malfoy has changed differently from before, and as time goes by, his changes have become more and more obvious...

Malfoy no longer led his two followers to get in front of him and Ron from time to time as he did before. Except in Potions class, he would cooperate with Snape to mock him as usual.

With a taciturn look...

Of course, in the eyes of Harry and Ron, his appearance turned gloomy.

Originally, Harry should be happy that Malfoy no longer came to trouble them, but in fact, instead of feeling happy, Harry felt aggrieved.

Because he could feel that Malfoy didn't bother them because he didn't want to live in peace with them, or because he was scared like Ron said, but because he showed a subtle attitude of disdain to quarrel with them.

This high profile was more unacceptable to Harry than the provocation, but it was impossible for him to cause trouble for Malfoy instead of him, and to be honest, the current Malfoy made Harry a little afraid.

At first he didn't know why, but gradually, Harry came back to his senses...

Now Malfoy was like a smaller Professor Snape, which made Harry hostile to him and a little scared at the same time.

"Both captains shook hands."

Ms. Hooch's voice interrupted Harry's random thoughts. He withdrew his eyes from Malfoy and looked at Angelina.

Montague was about the same size as Harry's cousin Dudley. He smiled evilly and stretched out his hand, with the intention of crushing Angelina's fingers off. However, Angelina did not flinch and reached out to him calmly.

I shook it.

"Get on the broom..."

Ms. Huo Qi spoke in time, causing Montague to let go of her hand angrily, while Angelina waved her hand expressionlessly and climbed onto her broomstick with the other players.

As the whistle sounded, fourteen players rose into the air. Harry glanced at Ron from the corner of his eye and found that he was running straight towards the goal ring as he had done in training. Then he felt relieved and avoided it.

Following the attack of the Bludger, it flew in a large circle, looking for the Golden Snitch who still didn't know where it was.

At the other end of the pitch, Malfoy took the same course of action.

While most students gathered on the Quidditch pitch to watch this long-lost game, Fish was walking alone in the castle.

Hermione was not by his side because she happened to have something to discuss with some prefects about the Cat Club, and the noisy Quidditch pitch was an excellent cover. Everyone was busy watching the game and would not

Notice them.

What's more, there are other members of the Cat Club helping to look out for the wind and cover up.

Originally Hermione had invited Fish to go with her, but Maomao didn't like how noisy it was, so he would rather sleep in the dormitory.

After getting enough sleep, Fei Xu, who felt a little bored, left the dormitory and wandered around the empty castle aimlessly.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Cough, cough." A familiar cough came from behind Fish, and Umbridge pretended to say in her little girl's falsetto: "

Oh, isn't this Mr. McGonagall? Didn't you go to the football match?"

In fact, Fish had already smelled Umbridge's scent, and her equally recognizable footsteps did not escape the cat's sensitive ears.

In Fish's perception, Umbridge was actually hanging behind him five minutes ago. Maomao was not interested in what she wanted to do, so he didn't bother to pay attention to her, and if she wanted to take the initiative to attack

Himself, then Fei Xu would have reason to beat her again.

After beating Umbridge last time, she had no memory, which was quite depressing for Maomao...

It's a pity that she actually took the initiative to say hello, but it looked like she couldn't move her hand.

"Fish doesn't like Quidditch...any questions?"

(?w?)

Maomao turned around and asked unhappily.

"Of course there's no problem," Umbridge showed a happy smile and continued: "Actually, I don't like Quidditch very much, it's too barbaric!" She approached first, "Since we met by chance.

, then, do you want to sit in my office?"

In order for Fish to agree to her invitation, Umbridge added: "I have tea from Master Trelawney and snacks from my dear subordinates. I think you will like it."

of."

Although Umbridge's memory of being attacked has been erased by the Forgetting Potion, she has not forgotten the prophecy Trelawney made to her.

The existence she hates most will bring huge trouble to herself, and it will haunt her for a long time and become inseparable...

Doesn’t this refer to the fact that he was turned into a toad man?!

Umbridge, who was just doubtful at first, now completely believes Trelawney's prophecy. During this time, in addition to constantly causing trouble for many people in Hogwarts, she also often went to talk to special people.

Professor Leelawney talks.

After Professor Trelawney already knew her purpose, she naturally pretended to be a ghost and gave her a prophecy about Dumbledore - "In the future, Dumbledore will do it because of his

Greed brings misfortune.”

In addition to this exciting prophecy, Professor Trelawney's disdain for Dumbledore during the prophecy also made Umbridge feel that she was a professor who could be won over by the Ministry of Magic...

So Umbridge ran to her place more often, and that's how the tea came.

"Good meow."

(?`?′?)

Faced with this obviously malicious invitation, Feishu agreed immediately without thinking.

Then Umbridge smiled even wider.

…

?Recommended ticket??Monthly ticket?

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Chapter completed!