The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The Gryffindor Seeker was hit by a sudden Bludger!

Falling straight down from midair!

The Slytherin Beater was confused.

He remembered that he had hit the ball towards Wood, so how could it fly to the other Seeker?

Could it be that he had mastered the legendary ball fighting technique?

Can he make the Bludger turn?

"Oh, the Gryffindor Seeker was knocked off his broom by Slytherin!"

"I hope he's safe!"

"Evil Slytherin!"

Lee Jordan's last muttered sentence caused Professor McGonagall to cough and remind him.

There were waves of dissatisfaction from the Gryffindor platform.

Ron, a loyal Quidditch fan, was so angry that he almost cursed.

Madam Hooch hurriedly announced a pause in the game and sent the injured Gryffindor members to Madam Pomfrey.

The game was suspended at halftime.

The Gryffindor members returned to the lounge with serious faces.

"Wood, how is Moses?"

"Is the injury serious?"

Harry, the substitute seeker, hurried over to ask.

Wood looked at Harry with a heavy expression: "Harry, next, you have to be ready to play."

"Me?"

Harry looked at his height and was obviously shorter than the people around him.

"Are you scared?"

"A little."

"It's okay!" Wood patted Harry on the shoulder.

"I was like this the first time I played!"

"But no matter what you do, there will be a first time."

"Come on!"

After a short break, Madam Hooch returned from the school infirmary.

The game started again!

"Look, Gryffindor has sent out their new Seeker!"

"The famous savior, Harry Potter!"

Harry rode on his broom, nervously and excitedly looking around the field.

Draco stood not far away and said, "Harry! This time we have to compete well!"

"Of course!"

Ah!!!

The whistle sounded, and the game started again!

Compared with just now, the confrontation between the two sides was more intense this time.

Slytherin did not hide his tactics, knocking down Gryffindor players one by one with actions close to fouls.

Harry saw it and was anxious in his heart.

At this moment, the Golden Snitch appeared in front of him!

Harry chased after it almost as a reflex.

Draco followed closely behind.

Although it started a little late, the speed of the Nimbus 2000 was far beyond the old antique of Hogwarts.

In just a few seconds, it was on par with Harry.

"A... Agus, who do you think will get the Golden Snitch, Draco or Harry Potter?"

Slytherin prefect Amiri Carrow thought for a long time before he mustered up the courage to talk to Agus.

Ever since he saw Lucius's attitude towards Agus, he always felt guilty about Agus.

"Draco, his broom is much better than Harry's, and his mentality is stronger than Harry's."

"Although his flying talent is a little worse, it's not much different."

Agus's attention was not on Quidditch, and his eyes kept sweeping towards the professor's seat.

It seemed that he saw that Agus was not very interested in this aspect, so Amiri Carrow did not dwell on this topic.

Instead, he focused on watching the game.

As time went on, Draco's broom's advantage became more and more obvious.

Harry had already left Harry firmly behind.

Harry was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, he felt a restlessness in his crotch.

Then, the obedient flying broom shook non-stop!

The amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a tendency to throw him down!

There were bursts of exclamations from the stands!

Argus could vaguely see on the platform that Quirrell was staring at Harry with his eyes fixed.

He made a praying gesture with his hands!

"My teacher, you can't help it after all!"

"What good will it do you to do it now? There are so many professors here, let alone Harry falling off the broom."

"Even if you are resurrected in your prime, they can still fight you!"

Below Quirrell, Lucius was talking to Snape about the past, constantly boasting about his son's excellence.

Snape was forced to not take the time to cast a counter-curse on the broom.

Harry's good friend Ron didn't have Hermione's brain at all, let alone Hermione's meticulous observation.

Faced with Harry's crisis, he could only stamp his feet in anxiety.

"What are you going to do next, Dean?"

"Without anyone to protect you, your Harry will soon fall off his broom."

Agus was watching the movements of the others as if he was watching a show.

He didn't

She is Harry's nanny, so she doesn't have to think about him in every way.

The worst that can happen is that he falls down, no big deal!

Only Snape would help at the risk of being exposed!

But Argus forgot that Harry was on the same stage with his true love!

Draco!

Seeing his friend about to fall to the ground, Draco turned around and rushed towards Harry, ignoring the Golden Snitch that was close at hand.

At the critical moment, Draco grabbed Harry's hand.

He didn't let him fall.

But the shaking of the broom continued, and it hit Draco's Nimbus 2000 directly.

Crack!

With a slight sound, Harry's broom broke.

At the last moment, Draco pulled Harry onto his broom.

With the cushioning of the Nimbus 2000, the two fell heavily to the ground.

After a brief silence, the scene was immediately greeted with a tsunami!

Argus watched the two's actions, and his mind could not help but think of the scene in the original book where Harry rescued Draco from the Fiendish Fire.

He shook his head helplessly and smiled.

It was like repaying Harry's kindness in advance.

...

The Quidditch match ended with Slytherin's victory.

After enjoying Gryffindor's thanks, Draco just turned his head and saw Lucius's cold face.

The smile froze on his face.

"Dad..."

"Who asked you to do such a dangerous thing! Do you know what the consequences of falling from the sky are!"

"Dad, Harry... Harry is my friend!"

"So what! There are so many professors in the stands, and Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary. It's not your turn to help!"

After Lucius finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something, took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Hurry back, I have something else to do, I'll settle accounts with you later!"

Soon after Draco left in a sullen manner, Argus' figure emerged from the shadows.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"Mr. Malfoy, Draco did a good job. You don't have to be so angry."

When Lucius scolded Draco, Argus was not far away.

But he knew that no matter how good his relationship with Draco was, he had no right to dictate to other people's parents' education.

When the scolding was almost over, he quietly revealed a breath.

"You also know how dangerous the matter just now was. This child actually did it for his so-called friend..."

Speaking of Draco, Lucius is no different from ordinary parents, and he is also very troubled by his child.

"It's a good thing to have friends, Mr. Malfoy, let me ask you a question."

"Do you still have friends who are sincere to you now?"

This sentence stunned Lucius.

Yes, I don't know when it started.

I no longer have friends who can speak the truth to me.

He speaks to people in a human way and to ghosts in a ghost way. Sometimes he doesn't even know whether what he says is true or false.

Classmates at Hogwarts, childhood playmates.

All parted ways for various reasons.

Snape was the only one left, and he could only be called an old friend, not a close friend.

It took him an unknown amount of time to wake up from his memories.

Looking at Argus's back, he suddenly said.

"What about you, Argus, who is your true friend?"

"Me?"

"My path can only be walked alone."