Little Tricks

After the unconscious Harry Potter was carried away on a stretcher by Dumbledore, Madam Hooch descended from the sky and immediately blew her whistle, declaring the match over. The Hufflepuff team had caught the Golden Snitch and won the Quidditch match.

As for Diggory's proposal to replay the match, Madam Hooch rejected it.

Harry Potter's fate was unknown, and the Gryffindor team had suffered a crushing defeat. For Slytherin Academy, it was undoubtedly good news.

On the way back to the castle, Albert even saw Malfoy, holding a huge umbrella and nearly mad with delight, tear off the bandages around his arm and imitate Harry Potter falling from his broomstick, making the lackeys beside him roar with laughter.

"Disgusting," Isabelle said softly.

With most people believing that Harry Potter was dead, they could still joke about him. Who knew how deep the hatred between the two sides must have been?

Honestly, people like that were either stupid, evil, or both stupid and evil.

Quite a few Gryffindor students glared furiously at the three Malfoys, but no one went over to punch him, disappointing many of the spectators nearby.

"A brat completely spoiled by his family. It's normal for him to do something like this." Albert was not surprised in the least. There were plenty of similar people in Slytherin Academy. Unless they went through dramatic ups and downs in life, it would be difficult for them to ever come to their senses.

Still, Malfoy's ugly behavior disgusted Albert. He quietly raised a hand toward the laughing Malfoy, and the corner of his mouth twitched faintly.

The large umbrella the three of them were sharing was suddenly swept away by a fierce gust of wind. Torrential rain instantly poured down over their heads, drenching Malfoy and his two companions like drowned