I swung a sword at Hogwarts

They said they were relieved, but the struggle in their hearts continued.

"Don't lose, Malfoy."

...

In the Silver Cross Hospital, the bed where Astoria was originally staying was empty.

Mr. Greengrass paced up and down the ward, chewing his nails.

He looked nervous and kept looking at the game on TV.

"Witch King bless you, my daughter is safe."

Mrs. Greengrass clasped her hands together and prayed for the child over and over again, hoping that her voice could be heard by the Witch King.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, causing Mr. Greengrass to pause.

Astoria's situation was not optimistic. She was galloping on the Quidditch field, but after getting off the broom, she was still extremely vulnerable.

The Silver Cross Hospital discovered some hidden defects in the body.

But she hoped that her husband could become a father without regrets and without Malfoy accompanying him.

Now that his daughter was bleeding heavily, Mr. Greengrass came to his wife, held her hand and prayed with her.

May the Witch King bless you.

...

"The game has entered match point!"

"England is 150250 behind!"

"They still have a chance!"

Ernie roared excitedly, his eyes drifting to the sky as he spoke.

The sky there was gloomy, and it seemed that even God was not helping the England team.

It is more difficult to find the Golden Snitch in rainy days.

Malfoy was anxious, his mind was always on his wife in the hospital.

He wanted to end the game as quickly as possible. It was with this mentality that it seemed as if the curse began to take effect and he did not see any trace of the Golden Snitch.

Suddenly, Krum moved.

Fake action?

Or is it true?

Malfoy's mind raced, and then he rushed out with him.

"It was Krum's fake move! Malfoy was fooled!" Ernie's heart was in his throat.

Krum's Wronski fake move fooled Malfoy, causing him to fall heavily into the mud.

The game was suspended and the referee checked Malfoy's injury.

"Go on!" Malfoy stood up and picked up the broom.

His children are waiting for the blessing of this champion.

His right foot ached slightly, but he endured it.

Krum was once the pinnacle he looked up to, and now that they were competing on the same stage, he had reasons not to lose.

Krum paid tribute to his behavior, "You are a respectable opponent, Draco Malfoy."

"I hope you'll still be generous when you lose." Malfoy snorted.

The game continues and it is a tough battle.

...

"Oh no, the curse in the pregnant woman's body has been triggered!"

"Use Emerald Potion!"

"No, it can't be stopped!"

"This is... Bloodborne!"

The healers at Silver Cross Hospital were close to despair.

It turned out to be a blood curse, hidden in a spot in the body, waiting for the opportunity like a poisonous snake.

To devour this mother and daughter.

Astoria's face was covered with beads of sweat. She closed her eyes tightly and murmured, "Draco."

...

"Draco."

Malfoy turned his head suddenly and heard his wife calling him.

It was when he turned his head that he saw it.

That flash of gold.

"Malfoy moved! He didn't hesitate!" Ernie shouted excitedly, "He found the Snitch!"

"On match point at 200340, he saw the Snitch!"

Krum also noticed all this and chased after him without hesitation.

The Golden Snitch on a rainy day becomes even more elusive under the reflection of rain.

Hazy weather, coupled with the resistance caused by the wind.

The Golden Snitch became as cunning as a loach.

From the sky to the ground, then above the audience seats and below the commentary desk.

The audience's voices gradually disappeared, and their eyes followed the two afterimages.

I held my breath, afraid that I would affect the game.

This is a historic moment.

Chase, chase.

Almost, always almost.

Malfoy and Krum have reasons why they cannot lose.

They used all kinds of dirty tricks, bumping, spinning, and knocking the brooms.

But no one can take that distance.

The Golden Snitch is the God of Quidditch come to earth, and it does everything it can to play tricks on those who chase it.

The goggles were wet from the rain and the spell on them had lost its effect.

Of all the scenery, the only thing that remained in Malfoy's eyes was the gold.

Close, yet far.

Trembling arms, aching right foot.

His heart ached, as if something was moving away from him.

"No! I won't allow it!"

Malfoy was mad.

The Golden Snitch turned again, and twice in a row.

This was the God of Quidditch playing tricks on mortals. Krum slowed down, he always played steady and cautious.

But at this moment.

An afterimage passed by the corner of my eye.

That is the lamb who cannot see the way ahead and fights for his life.

Malfoy leaned over and pulled sharply.

The Firebolt bends at an amazing angle.

Ernie roared in excitement: "It appears! Wick Arc!"

The arc that is bent so much that people fear breaking is a desperate struggle.

Holding their breath until their faces turn purple, the audience forgets what it feels like to breathe.

Chase!

Keep chasing!

I am not a genius, I can only use repeated efforts and madness to narrow the distance between you and me!

This time, it's not because of you.

Porter.

For my children.

For my wife.

For an honor I hold dear.

"For eternal glory!"

He was still a little short, just a little short.

He looked at the golden haze that was less than an inch between his fingers, and it seemed as far away and out of reach as an chasm.

...

"drop--"

The dormant curse eventually defeated the healer's methods.

The blood enters the heart and devours both the mother and the fetus.

Powerless.

The therapist was dead silent, and he sighed, "Talk to the family."

There are always regrets.

Even in the magical world, it is still unavoidable.

this is the truth.

Even a wizard's hospital cannot guarantee that everything will be cured.

The operating room door is opened.

It was a long, narrow and empty corridor.

Astoria opened her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes looking at the blurry and mysterious golden light.

She raised her hand.

Just a little bit.

His hands lost strength and slowly fell down.

...

Falling hands.

A distance that cannot be crossed.

The resentment in Malfoy's eyes.

"Again and again, how many times do you want to come?"

He roared and flew out of the broom's range.

Why should I give up something that is right in front of me?

Grab it!

Hands up!