I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John walked and thought, the wizarding world is now at a standstill.

Muggle technology will be eroded and get out of control in the magical world, so developing magical technology is a good choice.

For example, the Hogwarts Express, the magic car.

These things are recognized by the rules of magic and are therefore recognized as magical products.

Even the car in Mr. Weasley's house was originally modified from a Muggle car.

As long as magic is added to the technology, there is no need to worry about the items not being usable in the wizarding world.

John already had a plan for this.

He is already beginning to develop.

The storage machine that was born with the little wizard card is the first generation.

The line to the stadium was long, and the ticket seller Ron changed his previous clothes and wore an orange goalie uniform of the Chudley Cannons.

He was very anxious. As a fan of the Chudley Cannons, he didn't want to miss the game.

Unfortunately, the capitalist Weasley twins ruthlessly exploited their brother's freedom and kept him at his post.

Mrs. Weasley had refused at first, but Fred claimed that this would help to alleviate little Ronnie's longing for Hermione and prevent him from pretending to be a fool by 'encountering' in front of the Ministry of Magic.

Mrs. Weasley thought it made sense, so Ron had no human rights.

John passed through the portal and looked at the grand competition scene.

Ernie is still very dedicated in the commentary booth, but his partner is replaced by another retired star, Ms. Katrina McMahon of Portree Madmen.

She was captain and chaser for the Portree Wilders and led them to win the League Cup in the 1960s.

"Hello, Ms. McMahon. You once said in the newspaper that you have been looking forward to this competition for a long time. I wonder if you are still looking forward to it now?"

Ernie also has to take on some interview duties.

Hearing his question, McMa sneered, "To be honest, I regret coming here. This game is totally uninteresting."

"The Chudley Cannons are ranked ninth in the league, but their Seeker Gavin Gjenn has performed well in recent matches, especially when combined with Chaser Javier Bardem. The two were able to catch up from the bottom to ninth."

"Puddlemere United, I'm sorry. I don't understand their decision to temporarily replace the key seeker and even suspend the main chaser, Espen Sandberg. It's like they're giving up the game."

Ms. McMahon kept chattering, and not only her, but even the fans of Puddlemere United were in a low mood.

The two main players were banned and were just there to play along.

On the other hand, the atmosphere of the Chudley Cannons was very high.

Ron sold out the tickets and stood at the edge of the auditorium, cheering loudly.

John stood at the highest point and watched the players from both teams enter the field.

Unlike the Chudley Cannons, Puddlemere United were booed when they entered the stadium.

"Switch out Rush and Aspen!"

Some fans took the lead in throwing things.

Then a large number of things flew out.

Malfoy glanced at them, and he walked with a calm gait, holding his head high and chest out, not affected by the booing at all.

"Go out and win the championship, let those blind fans go wash their eyes!" Malfoy spoke to the team directly over the captain.

The anxious look on the team members' faces made him scornfully ask, "Are you guys a bunch of weaklings? Or did you rely on those two losers to win before?"

Stirred by his words, his teammates glared at him with angry eyes.

The new captain hastily stood in front of Malfoy to prevent the prince, who was personally under the care of young Handing, from getting hurt.

"If you're not, then let's win and see." Malfoy said arrogantly without restraint, "I don't need a lazy loser around me!"

It was because of these words that Malfoy had to endure the boos from the fans when he appeared on the field, and also had to feel the angry eyes behind him.

As the race began, Malfoy took the lead and flew high.

"What a blessing," said the Seeker of the Chudley Cannons, gloatingly. "I thought I would have a tough fight with Rush, but I didn't expect him to be a novice."

"Newbie?" Malfoy said disdainfully, "Wait until I take the Golden Snitch out from under your nose, and you'll know how immature you are now."

"Let your strength speak for itself. Ninth place."

Malfoy's words always stir up other people's emotions. The Seeker, who was originally relaxed, now wishes he could kill Malfoy with a broom.

This game is a crucial one for Puddlemere United. As long as they win this game, they will advance to the semi-finals.

In the first ten minutes of the game, the Chadli Cannons took the lead.

The fans cheered loudly, as if they had already won the game.

The Puddlemere United fans were heartbroken.

They cursed Malfoy. Someone got the rumor from somewhere that Malfoy had squeezed out two main players in the team with his background.

This made them hate Malfoy very much.

It can be said that if Malfoy loses this game, his reputation will be completely ruined. He is the spokesperson for the tyrant on the field in the Quidditch League.

But what if you win?

John watched the game below and chuckled, "Draco has grown up."

Puddlemere United, which had been in a slump, actually scored a goal after an adjustment period of falling behind by 50 points.

Not only that, this goal was like turning on a switch, and they were surprised to find that the coordination and connection between them was extremely tacit.

Especially the new Chaser, this guy used to be on the substitute team and sat on the bench for several years. He already knew the habits of every team member.

He became the central hub for the three chasers, delivering the ball with pinpoint accuracy.

This slight change brought about earth-shaking changes in the entire team.

Don't think Malfoy is a reckless man. He has long realized that his previous fighting style relied too much on Espen and Rush, which reduced the offensive space for other teammates.

So he asked to bring this passing and controlling substitute up to make changes to the team.

Slytherins are more ambitious than smart.

As the score narrowed, the opponent panicked.

Panic means mistakes have happened.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and said, "Looks like it's time for you to cry."

The Chudley Cannons' Seeker looked grim.

Just at this moment, the Golden Snitch appeared.

...

Chapter 688 Wick Arc, Snow of 1998

The professional league is full of Firebolts.

This is the difference between professionals and amateurs.

And it is difficult for a young wizard to control the speed of the Firebolt, of course, except for that monster Harry Potter.

Anyone who is serious can control the Firebolt right away.

Most people need to go through multiple training sessions before they can gradually master it.

But in the club, this is just a basic skill.

The moment the Golden Snitch appeared, Malfoy was the first to notice it.

He sprinted towards the Golden Snitch. Although the Chadley Artillery Team was a step slower, his strong control ability allowed him to catch up.

The two sides alternated back and forth in the air.

"I should show you what a profession is," said the Seeker viciously.

Malfoy ignored his harsh words and chased after the Golden Snitch quickly.

The Golden Snitch was very fast, and the two of them also had some small collisions.

"It's the Golden Snitch! The Golden Snitch appears!"

The narrator has an excellent field of vision, and Ernie notices the Golden Snitch after being alerted by Ms. McMahon.

"Draco Malfoy was the first to discover it, and I knew that one day I could explain it to him again. Many people may not know him." Ernie said excitedly when he saw his acquaintance showing off his prowess. "He is the captain of the Hogwarts Slytherin football team, and he maintained the Slytherin 13-game winning streak at Hogwarts."

"I cried for him during the final battle. Even though he was a bastard, his love for Quidditch was unquestionable!"

"Ms. McMahon, who do you think is most likely to get the Golden Snitch this time?"

Ms. McMahon analyzed: "The flying skills of both parties are almost the same. It is very rare for a newcomer to achieve such a result, but now it is his opponent who occupies a close distance."

She finished.

The Golden Snitch suddenly flew up towards the audience, and Malfoy followed without hesitation.

He flew over the Chudley Cannons fans.

Ron, who was below, saw his focused and serious expression.

The two people were like flying arrows with a whistling sound in the wind.

John stood up and stared down.

After flying around the stadium, they still need to be wary of the opponent's dirty tricks.

The Golden Snitch was particularly naughty today. It changed direction again and flew towards the Chaser of the Chudley Cannons.

"Get out of the way!"

The Chaser was startled and dodged quickly.

The Golden Snitch flew through the middle of the field, and two people hid from the players inside.

Finally, it crossed the arena and the Golden Snitch suddenly rose.

If they don't brake in front of them, they will hit the audience in the audience seats.

The Chudley Cannons Seeker saw Malfoy's speed increasing instead of decreasing. He yelled, "Are you crazy? You're going to hit me!"

Malfoy turned a deaf ear to him, and the Chudley Cannons Seeker gritted his teeth and slowed down.

There was a gust of wind blowing by, and just as Malfoy was about to crash into the audience, he roared, "I learned from John, too!"

He arched his back and used brute force with both hands to pry it open.

The broomstick drew a stunning arc as the audience screamed.

The broom tail swept across an uncle's bald head and soared into the sky.

Without slowing down, his speed continued to soar.

"Wick Arc! It's the Wick Arc! Second King John Wick once used it on the Quidditch field!"

"In that game, he picked up the Golden Snitch!" Ernie screamed excitedly.

It is a miracle that I can still see this unreasonable behavior after leaving school.

Ms. McMahon stood up and said, "This is crazy, this is crazy!"

The amazing arc of the Firebolt made people think it was about to break.

Malfoy threw two steps away from the other man and grabbed the Golden Snitch with his open palm.

He hovered over the edge of the court, gold held high in his hands.

The brilliant light is as eye-catching as his hair.

"Tell me who is the weak one!"

His arrogant face was now shouting out arrogant words.

Draco Malfoy deserves the title of tyrant of the court!

The Puddlemere United fans couldn't believe it. They stood up and jumped, giving earth-shaking cheers.

Malfoy was so proud of himself that instead of going down, he flew to the middle of the field, stood up and stepped on his broom.