Hogwarts: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Hermione at the back end

Then let the other party once again secure his name as the savior.

Then sorry.

He had no interest.

Dumbledore looked for whoever he wanted, just don't look for him anyway.

......

Life at Hogwarts is still peaceful.

Braun attends Slughorn's banquets every day in addition to his classes.

Or maybe it's Potions with Slughorn.

In the blink of an eye, it's time for Quidditch~ the day of the game.

Because of the reason for the Final Four last semester.

Hogwarts did not hold Quidditch matches, which led to a lot of enthusiasm among young wizards for Quidditch competitions.

Basically every day Braun returns to the break room, he can hear everyone talking.

Slytherin's Quidditch team is still the same as in the original.

After the graduation of the batsman and captain of the previous class.

Slytherin's Seekers are still Crabbe and Goyle.

The captain of the team was replaced by Monta.

Montay is a first-year student older than Braun.

Like the previous Gryffindor captain, Wood was a goalkeeper in the team.

Sit in a rocking chair in the lounge.

Braun watched the discussion of the others with a cold eye, and looked at the tome in his hand.

This time the match was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

The two academies that were already not dealing with each other would definitely have some friction according to the past practice.

However, Braun's fierce control over Slytherin confined the conflict to the upper grades.

There was no big conflict among the students in the lower grades.

On the day of the race, it was very cold.

There was also a layer of frost on the ground.

The wind howled, and it felt like a knife was cutting through the throat when people breathed.

Braun, like the rest of the students, changed into a thick cloak and the dragonskin gloves that he used in herbal medicine classes.

The last time Demuthlang arrived, it seemed to be a wake-up call for Hogwarts.

This year, a fur cape was added to the school opening instructions.

After all, there are still few little wizards who have the money to buy thermostatic cloaks.

Not to mention that there have been more and more little wizards in the past two years.

Most of them were Muggle-born.

Muggle society, on the other hand, had a financial crisis due to the resurgence of magic.

A large number of people are unemployed.

Those who have money become even less.

Comparatively, a fur cloak is much cheaper than a cloak with a spell cast.

The auditorium is particularly lively.

Everyone is enthusiastically discussing today's game.

Everyone goes to eat as fast as they can.

Then he couldn't wait to run towards the Quidditch pitch.

With the captain of the team's double serve shakes hands.

At Mrs. Hodge's whistle, two teams flew into the air.

And the Slytherin students seemed to be ready.

They sang aloud together.

"Slytherin is our king!

He screamed in the dumpster!

He likes to put the ball in the goal and he'll make sure we win this one!

Slytherin is our king!"

"Who made up the lyrics?"

Braun looked at Daphne in surprise.

Daphne covered her mouth and snickered:

"Malfoy made it up. Isn't that interesting?"

"Indeed, I didn't expect Malfoy to have a talent for songmaking!"

Braun couldn't help but laugh a little.

After singing it a few times, the song kept echoing in his mind.

It's a magic sound.

In the midst of the song, Ron, who was already nervous, became more stiff.

One was not paying attention, and a Quaffle flew under his armpit.

Straight into the goal.

And with the Quaffle entering.

The singing became louder.

"Ron's mentality is still not good!"

Braun shook his head.

I saw that Ron, who was guarding the goal, was pale and glazed.

Throw your hands forward and pounce forward. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But it repeatedly let the ghost fly ball into the goal.

George and Fred roared.

Malfoy, in particular, is still provoking.

Flying in mid-air on a broomstick, making defiant gestures and expressions.

The scores of the two academies are also constantly rising. []

Gryffindor is increasingly at a disadvantage.

"Don't look at it, Gryffindor loses. "

Braun shook his head.

If Ron hadn't been breathing as fast as he was now, and didn't dare to move, maybe the outcome would have changed.

But now the score has reached the terrifying gap of 200:10.

Even if Harry caught the Golden Snitch, it would be useless.

0 begging for flowers

Because the difference in the score is too big!

"It's the Golden Snitch!"

One of Gryffindor's young wizards exclaimed.

Following his gaze, Harry didn't know when he had found the Golden Snitch.

It's just that I haven't caught it.

And with the little wizard shouting.

Malfoy felt like he had been reminded.

Controlling the broomstick, he thought about the direction of the golden snitch and flew without hesitation.

Seeing this, Harry had no choice but to follow.

The match came to a fever pitch with the two-man rival, the Golden Snitcher.

Foul play of all kinds is frequent.

Crabbe and Goyle wielded their bats and attacked the broomsticks in the hands of the Gryffindor team.

And Gryffindor apparently didn't give up.

The Weasley brothers' Quaffle hits Crabbe and Goyle again and again.

However, for the two of them, the impact of the ghost flying ball may not have hurt as much as imagined.

Although they grinned, they sat firmly on the broom and did not move.

It didn't seem to have been affected in the slightest.

"It's near!

In the end, Harry Potter was able to catch the Golden Snitch and end the game.

Or will the dastardly Slytherin be able to catch the Golden Snitch and win......"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall reminded Lee Jordan dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, good professor. Impartiality, I know. "

Li Jordan muttered a few words quietly.

Once again, the passionate explanation began.

"Beep!"

The game ended at Mrs. Hodge's whistle.

The Golden Snitch eventually got Harry to catch it.

This couldn't help but make Malfoy's face look a little ugly.

But it didn't take long for him to regain his smug appearance.

Because Slytherin won the game.

The score was 230:170.

An undoubted victory.

Players from both teams land at the sound of the whistle.

Slytherin triumphant.

And Gryffindor was dejected, or angry!

I don't know which way it started.

The teams on both sides soon began hand-to-hand combat.

The Gryffindors seem intent on recovering their lost dignity from off the pitch.

Especially when the other party still used despicable means to interfere with his own side.