Chapter 165 Fighting Incident

As the most popular sport in Hogwarts, Quidditch has always been very popular.

Not long after the selection competition ended, the news that Kyle scored 21 goals in ten minutes spread like wildfire.

In the following days, everyone was discussing this matter.

Some were shocked, some were excited, and some were skeptical.

"This is too fake."

At the Slytherin dining table, Zabini said with disdain: "Although I admit that Kyle has some skills and the maps he made are also satisfactory to me, but when it comes to Quidditch, he is far behind.

Twenty-one goals in ten minutes, even I can't do it, how can he do it!"

"Are you better than Kyle?" Malfoy glanced at him with his eyes slanted.

"You don't believe it?"

Zabini said proudly: "My fifth father is a professional Quidditch player. He said that I am a Quidditch genius that is rare in a century. As long as I am willing, countless professional teams will rush to ask me to join them after graduation."

Hearing this, many people around subconsciously pulled the corners of their mouths.

Mrs. Zabini is a very beautiful witch in the wizarding world. She has been married seven times, and each of her husbands died mysteriously and left a large inheritance.

"I've heard this before, and more than once." Malfoy sneered.

He knew long ago that such words were simply insincere compliments, but he didn't expect that someone would take it seriously. 【】

"This is true, he certainly wouldn't lie to me!" Zabini said with his neck stiff.

"If that's the case..." Malfoy glanced at him, "Then why don't you apply to join the college team."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Draco, I'm only a first-year student, I can't participate in Quidditch."

"But Bo..."

Malfoy just refuted, but suddenly closed his mouth.

He obviously knew that Harry Potter had joined the team, and every time he thought of this, he would feel very unhappy.

And what's even more uncomfortable is that this result was caused by him.

When he thought of the faces of Potter and Weasley this morning, Malfoy felt as sick as if he had eaten a pile of fake cockroaches.

If he had known this would happen, he would never have snatched the memory ball from the big fool.

But Zabini didn't know about this. He thought Malfoy admitted what he had just said. He immediately changed his face and said confidently: "Just wait and see, I will definitely join the team next year and deal with that Kyle."

"But Draco... you will definitely not be able to join the team."

He suddenly looked at Malfoy and laughed: "I saw you playing with a flying broom before. How should I put it? Your speed is not as fast as my grandma's walking."

Malfoy's face flushed. He was a Quidditch genius who had narrowly escaped Muggle helicopters several times. When had he ever been insulted like this?

"Huh..."

Malfoy turned his head and asked in a long tone: "Which grandma are you referring to, the third one? Or the seventh one..."

Now, Zabini's face began to flush. He hated it the most when others mentioned this.

"How dare you, I want you to pay the price!"

In anger, he raised his fist and smashed it on Malfoy's face.

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

Malfoy, who was hit by a punch, covered his face and screamed in disbelief: "Damn it, you dare to hit me, my father didn't hit me!

What are you still standing there for, come on, I'm going to kill him!"

As Malfoy gave an order, his two followers Crabbe and Goyle rushed over immediately.

They were at least half a head taller than their peers, and with their sturdy bodies, they knocked down the thin Zabini in a few moves and beat him up.

Malfoy stood up and was about to step forward to kick him, but Professor McGonagall had already appeared next to them.

"Fight?"

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, and she used her wand to separate the three people who were rolling on the ground.

"Such a bad thing has never happened in Hogwarts."

"Malfoy insulted me first, professor!" Zabini explained vaguely.

His face was swollen from Crabbe and Goyle's beating, and several teeth were lost, so he spoke with a little slurred.

"Save this for Professor Snape, he is the one who decides how to punish you."

Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Now, the four of you follow me!"

"Sorry, Professor... maybe I heard it wrong, you just said four people?"

Malfoy suddenly stood up, he covered his face, showing an innocent expression, and said with a hum: "Everyone here can testify that I didn't fight, and I am the victim."

"You heard it right, Mr. Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall looked at him calmly, "Follow me... don't let me say it a second time."

Malfoy didn't dare to say anything else, he could only lower his head and carefully follow Professor McGonagall out of the hall.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Harry Potter almost jumped up excitedly.

"Look at Ron, Malfoy is going to be unlucky!"

Ron also held a chicken leg and said happily: "It's what he deserves, he should have been punished long ago!"

The two danced for a long time, as if seeing Malfoy in trouble was more worth celebrating than their extra points for the college.

In short, the Slytherin incident did not affect other people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Especially Hufflepuff.

Harris seems to have drunk expired potion recently. Whether in the common room or in class, he always laughs for no reason, which scares people around him.

One day on the way to class, he met Oliver Wood from Gryffindor in the corridor. Coincidentally, they were both grinning when they met.

"It's Wood, hello!"

"Nice to meet you, Harris."

The two greeted each other enthusiastically, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"What class are you going to."

"History of Magic, what about you?"

"Almost the same, I'm Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's almost the same."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two suddenly asked at the same time: "What were you laughing at just now?"

After asking, they fell into silence at the same time.

"Well, you know."

After a short silence, Wood spoke first: "My owl gave birth to a second child, a new life... This is such a beautiful thing, every time I think of this, I feel a kind of joy from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm almost the same as you."

Harris said calmly: "My owl found its other half at school, that beautiful love... I'm really happy for it."

"Is that so." Wood was surprised: "Then congratulations to you."

"Haha, congratulations." Harris replied quickly.

Then the two fell into silence again, and in their hearts they madly criticized each other's shamelessness.