Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

On the pitch, the faster Malfoy caught up with Harry again and yelled from behind, "Potter, are you ready? I'm coming again!"

He had barely finished speaking when the ball, moving at an even faster speed, whizzed past his ear and hurtled toward Harry.

"What's going on?" Malfoy was also startled.

Harry was in an even worse situation. He hadn't even gotten rid of Malfoy when the Blink-Walker suddenly went berserk and started chasing after him.

"Jerry, there's something wrong with that ball behind Harry!"

"It's alright, George and Fred went to help Harry!"

The twins on the field also noticed the problem and flew towards Harry, helping him temporarily get rid of the wandering ball.

However, the consequence was that Slytherin's Quidditch captain Flint and Malfoy teamed up to attack Harry!

Looking at the two men on either side of him, grinning cruelly at him, Harry felt like crying. Now he was truly caught between two men!

The whistle blew, and George asked the referee to stop the game.

"What happened?" All the Gryffindor students were anxious at this moment because they were now behind in the score.

"Jerry, there's definitely something wrong with that wandering ball. Someone must have tampered with it!"

"There's nothing we can do to help now! Let's talk about it after the match! Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is here!"

Hermione glanced at the many professors in the opposite stands and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down, with large raindrops relentlessly pelting everyone's faces.

However, at this moment, everyone had no time to pay attention to the sudden bad weather; their eyes were fixed on the field, and they were completely focused.

Jerry raised his wand towards the gloomy sky, and a faint light appeared at the tip of the wand. Then it unfolded above his and Hermione's heads, like an invisible umbrella, shielding them from the raindrops!

However, the people next to them were unlucky, because raindrops fell on their heads!

The timeout didn't last long, and the game resumed as the whistle blew!

The lineups for both sides reverted to their initial state, with Malfoy harassing Harry from the sidelines, occasionally looking for an opportunity to trade places with him and end up in the hospital together.

The ball was still acting crazy, trying to knock Harry off the broom.

However, Harry was quite skilled, constantly dodging attacks with his serpentine movements!

"Is this ballet practice, Potter?" Malfoy laughed loudly when he saw Potter making silly spinning motions in the air to dodge the ball.

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Once again, Harry dodged the attack with his agile movements. Hearing Malfoy's taunts, he couldn't help but turn around and glare at Malfoy with hatred. Then, gritting his teeth and stomping his foot, he actually charged towards Malfoy!

Running in both directions, it belongs to you!

"Potter, I bumped into you, not the other way around!" Malfoy deftly dodged Harry's impact and then taunted him.

As Harry gritted his teeth and stared at Malfoy, the Blink-Ball flew toward him again, but this time there was more than one; the Golden Snitch was also nearby.

Upon seeing the golden thief so close at hand, the two immediately accelerated and flew towards it.

Malfoy was also out of his mind at this moment, letting go of such a good opportunity to "die together" with Harry.

A mutual destruction? A one-for-one trade? Who said that? Today, I, Draco Malfoy, will catch the Golden Snitch and win the match!

My broom is faster than his, and he has a moving ball to interfere. Hmm! Stay calm and don't get cocky!

The advantage is mine!

"What are you doing?"

Malfoy saw Harry ignore the ball and head straight for him, so he quickly backed away.

People! When they have too many thoughts, their ideas change!

If this had happened at the very beginning of the match, Malfoy would probably be laughing his head off.

Now, the roles of offense and defense have shifted!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the ball slammed hard into Harry's arm.

Ignoring the wound on his arm, he endured the excruciating pain in the misty rain and continued chasing after Malfoy.

The two collided violently and fell into the mud on the field.

Unlike Malfoy, Harry seized the opportunity to grab the Golden Snitch tightly with his uninjured hand!

"The match is over! Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

In the stands, Snape stared at Malfoy with a gloomy expression, cursing inwardly.

This useless guy, you might as well rely on the giant to catch the Golden Snitch and defeat Pot!

Or should we replace him with the Seeker?

Snape thought for a moment, then shook his head.

No, I can't change it. I've already accepted Lucius's gift!

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"Ah~ I'm dead!"

In the mud on the Quidditch pitch, Malfoy clutched his leg and howled in pain.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

After the match, Snape was the first to run over and check on the two players' injuries.

Fortunately, it wasn't too serious. Malfoy broke a leg, while Harry broke an arm when the ball hit him.

Snape, hearing Malfoy still yelling and wailing, cursed him angrily for his incompetence.

Both were injured, but look at Po Te! He didn't make a sound at all, he just passed out!

Damn it! Draco is incompetent, and Lucius has ruined me!

"They look injured, let's go check on them!"

"okay!"

The others in the stands watched Jerry leave with his wand in hand and Hermione in silence, feeling frustrated and unable to help but mutter, "You two think you're so great, you two are so high and mighty!"

The rain was already heavy, and the stands were small and crowded. Jerry even used his wand to cast a rain-avoidance spell, which blocked all the raindrops that were originally falling on their heads, and instead dripped onto the heads of the other people in the stands.

"Are you all okay?"

When Jerry and Hermione arrived on the field, players from both sides surrounded the injured player, and Harry had regained consciousness.

Snape looked at Jerry, who was clean and neat from head to toe, and strolled over leisurely. He shook his hair, which had just been "washed" by the rain, and then looked up and glared at Jerry.

Jerry: ? ?

What does this have to do with me? You were the one who chose them!

How many times has the Seeker position been changed? Has it even been modified? It's just the same old thing in different guises.

Flint also had reason to say, "Who were the people I led before, and who are the people you're asking me to lead now?"

What's the current Quidditch level in Slytherin? There are only a few of them. Even with Malfoy's abilities, he could be the Seeker. Could he catch the Golden Snitch? No way! He doesn't have that ability, you know?

If they keep losing, they'll lose to Ravenclaw. After Gryffindor loses to Ravenclaw, then to Hufflepuff, and then no one will be able to lose to them.

"Alright, alright! Children, make way, your favorite Professor Lockhart is here!"

Lockhart pushed through the crowd and walked forward with an air of inexplicable confidence.

"let me see!"

He poked Harry's arm with his wand and tapped Malfoy's leg, making them both break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"What are you doing? My dad is on the school board, I'm going to make sure he gets you expelled!"

"Don't get excited, Mr. Malfoy, it's just a minor injury. I can heal it with a wave of my wand! Who wants to go first?" Lockhart asked the two of them.

"I..." Malfoy was about to say that his injuries were more serious and that he should go first, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dean Snape's cold and chilling gaze, and he swallowed his words back down.

"Professor Lockhart, are you sure you can heal their injuries?" Jerry couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, Mr. Green, do you all remember what happened in 'Walking with Trolls'? My legs were injured by a troll's club, much more seriously than theirs. But don't worry, I'm a Potions Master no less skilled than Professor Snape, and I healed my leg injuries with a single spell!"

Among the students in the surrounding crowd were many Lockhart fans, who believed him after hearing his words and excitedly urged him to treat the two of them quickly.

Jerry shrugged. "Then go ahead and heal him! Let your fans see your 'Pots Master' skills, which are on par with Snape."

“Let’s start with you, Harry!” Lockhart squatted down next to Harry and grabbed his hand.

"Ouch! Professor, I don't think my injury is too serious. I won't trouble you. You should go to the school infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey! Malfoy's injury is more serious, you should go and treat him quickly!"

"Don't worry, Harry, I've used this spell hundreds of times, there won't be any problems!"

Harry: Heh!

"It's just a broken bone, but Harry, your Quidditch skills aren't very good. If you had a third of my skills when I was young, you definitely wouldn't be injured today!"

As Lockhart finished boasting, he pointed his wand at Harry's injured arm, and Harry's arm went limp, causing the people around to gasp in shock.

Sure enough, Lockhart's most reliable spell is still the Oblivion Charm! Jerry thought to himself as he watched the bone being pulled from Harry's arm.

However, there is good news: at least Harry won't feel lonely in the infirmary tonight, as Malfoy will be there to keep him company!

When Malfoy saw Harry's condition from a short distance away, for some reason, his leg injury didn't hurt as much, and he wasn't as upset about losing the match.

comfortable!

"Professor, my hand!" Harry said to Lockhart in horror.

"Ahem~ Haha! There was a little mishap, but my arm doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" Lockhart laughed awkwardly, then said to Ron and Neville beside him, "Mr. Weasley, you and Mr. Longbottom take Harry to the infirmary! There are still a few minor details that Mrs. Pomfrey needs to take care of, and I still need to reply to my fans' letters, so I'll be leaving now!"

Ron, Neville: "..."

"Take both of them to the infirmary!"

Professor Snape gave Lockhart a disdainful smile as he watched him hurriedly leave, and then spoke to them.

"Jerry Green, come with me!"

Before leaving, Snape grabbed Jerry, who was sweet-talking Hermione, and then, amidst Hermione's exclamation, went to the Potions Department office.