Harry climbed up from the oak boat that was stuck in the quagmire. The corner of his eye had been touched by a water arrow before. The swollen bulge made it almost impossible to see anything in that eye. However, he still stood up while looking and panting. When he was four Slytherins, both of his eyes seemed to be breathing fire.
Especially when he saw them looking at him with smug eyes, the anger in his heart almost exploded his stomach!
"Don't look at us like that, Potter."
Blaise wiped away the water droplets scattered on his face, and a hint of pride appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“Isn’t the point of the game to win by any means necessary?”
"Ha!" Harry laughed angrily, "That's true for Slytherin... just like your Quidditch team, cowards as timid as mice, trying their best to avoid it for a trivial advantage. Game against Gryffindor!"
"You can talk as much as you like here, Potter."
Millicent, who was much stronger than Harry, looked at Harry condescendingly and said disdainfully, "Anyway, you have lost this contest. By the end of this school year, you will see Slytherin win the championship again." The Ditch Trophy...eight consecutive championships, Porter, I'm looking forward to what the expression will be on your face when the time comes."
Harry immediately wanted to refute, but Neville's first words made several people stranded on the track look shocked.
"We didn't lose."
Neville's round little face showed determination, and Harry was stunned, because it seemed like this was the first time he saw Neville not flinching in the face of the domineering gazes of the purebloods in Slytherin.
"We didn't lose, Harry."
Neville emphasized again. His hair, which was wet with water, fell on his forehead one after another. It looked very funny. However, no one could ignore the determination in Neville's eyes now.
"Were you knocked unconscious, Longbottom?"
Daphne chuckled,
"Or, I was so shocked that I went insane. Can't you see the current situation? We are all trapped in the quagmire and unable to get out, but Slytherin, Draco and Pansy, you..."
Neville didn't wait for Daphne to finish her cold words before he took action. He turned around and rushed towards the hemisphere at the stern of the ship. After a low roar, he slapped the hemisphere.
The hull of the ship trembled violently, as if it wanted to rush forward, but then it came to a standstill under the astonished eyes of the Slatins and others, motionless...
"If you wanted to tease us," Daphne slapped her chest and pretended to be shocked, "you succeeded, Longbottom, we were shocked by you!"
Amid the cheerful laughter of the remaining three Slytherins, Daphne glared at the funny Neville with deep disgust in her tone.
"Look at your stupidity, Longbottom. It has stained your bloodline. I know something interesting. I heard that your stupid parents..."
"You are not allowed to insult my parents!"
Just when the Slytherins started to laugh at Neville, the wand held by Harry's naturally lowered hand had already tilted his head. However, he had been hesitating whether to disobey Professor Blaine's order, and when Daphne mentioned When he reached Neville's parents, Harry's wand had already been raised above his head, and the burning fire in his eyes had wiped out the worry that he would be punished. No matter what, he was now going to give this Slytherin a few... The stinking snake needs a lesson... But, Neville roared...
The eardrum-piercing scream and the sudden movement of the cabin made Harry forget about punishing Slytherin for his rude words. He looked at the stern of the boat in surprise - Neville was wet with water, white smoke was rising from his head, and there were blue veins on his forehead. Suddenly, he roared like a lion, and the sharpness in his eyes made Harry think for a moment that he had recognized the wrong person!
It moved, the ship really moved!
Neville actually used his burst of magic to break free from the magic fixation of the Lamora fish lurking in the mire!
Boom!
After the heavy impact, there were several sudden splashes into the water. Looking at Harry and Neville, who were riding away from the dust, and the Slytherins who stood up from the water in embarrassment, they were stunned and could not speak for a long time. ..
"Yo ho!"
“Great job!!!”
The sudden burst of cheers from Gryffindor's little wizard almost shook the roof. Especially when he saw the expression on the Slytherin's face next to him as if he had seen a ghost, the joy in his heart almost burst out. ,
"But how on earth did they do it!"
Previously, some Gryffindor wizards had made similar attempts when they got stuck in the quagmire, but let alone making the ship break free, it was impossible to even tremble a few times!
"This is called 'explosive seed'--"
Amosta leaned back in his chair again and answered the question with a smile.
Harry was also confused about Neville's shocking performance. He didn't know how Neville did it. However, now was obviously not the time to dwell on this. Now that Gryffindor had another chance to win the game, Harry's eyes were shining and he was determined to seize the opportunity no matter what!
When Harry and Neville finally asked Blaise and the gang to rush to the halfway point of the race, Malfoy and Pansy were already about to reach the fork of the 'Y' shaped track. In other words, as long as they make the right choice, You can easily capture the glory.
"What happened to Longbottom?"ŴŴŴ.
Only by winning can one better insult Potter. Malfoy understands this simple truth. He and Pansy have been rushing along, striving to defeat Gryffindor as soon as possible. However, there was such a situation in the first half of the track. There was no reason Malfoy and Pansy wouldn't notice the big movement.
When Millicent and Daphne took Potter's boat and rushed into the quagmire, Malfoy and Parkinson, who were relying on the inertia of the oak boat, were seizing the time in the hope of recovering some strength. Seeing this scene, the two of them immediately relaxed. , thought that the overall situation was decided, but what happened next made the sense of urgency occupy their hearts again.
Even though there was still a small distance of half a mile, Malfoy could feel the determination to move forward on the speeding ship that made the white waves roll.
"Faster, Pansy!"
Malfoy suddenly became vigilant, and he loudly ordered Pansy's remaining magic power.
"But Draco-"
Pansy Parkinson's acerbic face was so gentle that she could be called a lady when facing Draco. She shook away her bangs that were wet with sweat and hung down to cover her eyes, even with both hands. She was already twitching slightly and didn't even scream out a word of bitterness. She turned her head and looked at the fork.
"Which way should we go?"
Both branches were shrouded in hazy fog. The left one had about five or six flickering orange lights in the fog, while the right one had only one...
This is obviously unreasonable, and anyone with clear thinking should immediately realize that there is something fishy in it.
But... the moment his eyes fell on the brighter orange light in the fog on the right, Malfoy's breathing stopped for a moment.
The world suddenly turned into blurry light and shadow in his eyes. Malfoy felt his head was dizzy. He realized something was wrong and instinctively wanted to turn left. However, it seemed that an inexplicable force controlled his body instead of his. After making a silent whimper, Malfoy, who looked dull, trembled violently, turned the rudder to the right, and rushed into the wall of clouds silently.
ps: Sorry everyone, I’m too late for the second chapter. I’m still writing. I’ll update it during the day tomorrow.
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