Chapter 618 A Different Malfoy

After Halloween, Hogwarts finally welcomed the first Quidditch match of this semester.

Because the Triwizard Tournament was held last year, there was no Quidditch match, so the students of Hogwarts had been waiting for a long time. Everyone came to the stadium early to occupy a better seat.

As in previous years, the opening match was still between the old rivals Gryffindor and Slytherin.

With Dumbledore's intervention, Umbridge finally approved the reorganization application of the Gryffindor team, but she kept delaying the approval time until the day before the game. Because the team was not reorganized, they could not get approval for the stadium practice, which resulted in Harry and his team having no time to practice during this period.

"It doesn't matter! Even if we don't practice, we can beat the Slytherin guys!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Angelina roared loudly as if she was possessed by Wood, cheering up the players.

The mentality of others was still good, only Ron, who was going to play for the first time, seemed very nervous, and Harry could only whisper to comfort him.

The time came, and Harry and his teammates walked into the stadium. There was a tsunami of cheers around them. He looked around and saw that except for Slytherin, the other three colleges were cheering for them...

In addition to the fact that Slytherin has always been unpopular, there is naturally the influence of his companions in the Cat Club.

"Relax, Ron." Harry whispered to comfort Ron again, "Goyle and Crabbe can join the school team. They can't even tell the head and tail of the broom."

Ron: "..."

Although I think Harry seems to be despising himself by comparing himself with Goyle and Crabbe, the two idiots, I have to say that the effect of these words is quite good. Ron was not so nervous at once.

They came to the center of the stadium, and the Slytherin players and Madam Hooch were waiting there.

Harry's eyes swept over Slytherin's new captain Montague, as well as Goyle and Crabbe who were waving their bats, and finally fell on Malfoy.

Malfoy leaned on his own Nimbus 2001, and his gray eyes looked back at Harry calmly.

When their eyes met, Harry inexplicably felt a sense of tension different from the upcoming game, which made him subconsciously want to avoid Malfoy's sight, but he reacted in time, stopped his head from turning away, and glared at Malfoy with his neck stiff.

However, Malfoy seemed to see Harry's cowardice, and he smiled a faint but mocking smile, and then took the initiative to look away.

Although the two did not say a word, and even did not make many movements, just pure eye contact, but Harry didn't know why, he just felt that he was weaker than Malfoy.

In fact, this is not the first time that a similar situation has occurred. Since the beginning of the school, Harry has found that Malfoy has changed from before, and his changes have become more and more obvious as time goes by...

Malfoy is no longer like before, running to him and Ron with his two followers from time to time to get in the way, except that he will cooperate with Snape to mock him as always in the potions class, he usually looks silent...

Of course, in the eyes of Harry and Ron, his appearance has become gloomy.

Harry should have been happy that Malfoy no longer bothered them, but in fact, Harry was not happy, but felt aggrieved.

Because he could feel that Malfoy did not bother them, not because he wanted to live in peace with them, or because he was afraid as Ron said, but because he was showing an attitude of disdain to quarrel with them.

This high attitude was more unacceptable to Harry than provocation, but he could not go to trouble Malfoy just because Malfoy did not bother him, and to be honest, Malfoy now made Harry a little afraid.

At first he didn't know why, but gradually, Harry came to his senses...

Malfoy now was like a smaller version of Professor Snape, which made Harry feel a little scared while being hostile to him.

"The captains of both sides shook hands."

Madam Hooch's voice interrupted Harry's wild thoughts, and he took his eyes away from Malfoy and looked at Angelina.

Montague was about the same size as Harry's cousin Dudley. He grinned and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to break Angelina's fingers. However, Angelina did not shrink back and stretched out her hand to shake his.

"Get on your broom..."

Ms. Hooch spoke in time, causing Montague to let go of his hand in dismay. Angelina shook her hand expressionlessly and got on her flying broom with other players.

As the whistle sounded, fourteen players took off into the air. Harry glanced at Ron from the corner of his eye and found that he ran straight to the ring that served as the goal as in training. Only then did he feel relieved. While dodging the attack of the bludgers, he flew around in a big circle, looking for the Golden Snitch, which was still unknown.

At the other end of the court, Malfoy also took the same action as him.

While most students gathered at the Quidditch field to watch this long-lost game, Fish was strolling alone in the castle.

Hermione was not beside him, because she happened to have something to discuss with several prefects about the Cat Club, and the noisy Quidditch field was a great cover. Everyone was busy watching the game and would not notice them.

Moreover, there were other members of the Cat Club helping to look out and cover.

Originally, Hermione invited Firth to go with her, but the cat disliked the noise and preferred to sleep in the dormitory.

After sleeping enough, Firth, who felt a little bored, left the dormitory and wandered aimlessly in the empty castle.

"Cough, cough." A familiar cough came from behind Firth, and Umbridge said in her little girl's false voice, "Oh, isn't this Mr. McGonagall? Didn't you go to the game?"

In fact, Firth had already smelled Umbridge's scent, and her equally recognizable footsteps did not escape the cat's sensitive ears.

In Firth's perception, Umbridge was actually hanging behind him five minutes ago. Maomao was not interested in what she wanted to do, so she didn't bother to pay attention to her. Moreover, if she wanted to attack him, then Fish would have a reason to beat her up again.

Last time, she had no memory of beating Umbridge, which was quite depressing for Maomao...

Unfortunately, she actually took the initiative to greet him, and it seemed that she couldn't do it.

"Fish doesn't like Quidditch... Is there any problem?"

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Maomao turned around and asked not very happily.

"Of course there is no problem," Umbridge smiled happily and continued to say coquettishly: "Actually, I don't like Quidditch much either, it's too barbaric!" She first tried to get close to him, "Since we met by chance, then, do you want to sit in my office?"

In order to get Fish to accept her invitation, Umbridge added: "I have tea from Master Trelawney and snacks sent by my dear subordinates. I think you should like it."

Although Umbridge's memory of being attacked had been eliminated by the forgetfulness potion, she had not forgotten the prophecy Trelawney made for her.

The existence she hated the most would bring her huge troubles, and would entangle her for a long time, inseparable...

Isn't this talking about the fact that she was turned into a toad man? !

Umbridge, who was originally skeptical, now completely believed Trelawney's prophecy. During this period of time, in addition to constantly causing trouble for many people in Hogwarts, she also often went to talk to Professor Trelawney.

After Professor Trelawney knew her purpose, she naturally played tricks again, and gave her a prophecy about Dumbledore that catered to her needs - "In the future, Dumbledore will suffer misfortune because of his greed."

In addition to this exciting prophecy, Professor Trelawney's indifference to Dumbledore when prophesying also made Umbridge feel that she was a professor who could be won over by the Ministry of Magic...

So Umbridge went to her more frequently, and that's how the tea came.

"Okay meow."

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Faced with this obviously malicious invitation, Fish agreed without thinking.

Then Umbridge laughed even more happily.

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