Tremendous Damage

On the day of the Gryffindor team's match against the Ravenclaw team, Harry's Firebolt finally made its official appearance in the Great Hall. It became the center of attention, drawing a huge crowd of onlookers.

The Slytherin players all looked rather grim. Potter with a Firebolt was like a fishbone stuck in their throats, making them extremely uncomfortable.

If the Gryffindor team defeated the Ravenclaw team and won today's Quidditch match, they would very likely threaten Slytherin's chances of ultimately winning the championship.

"Potter, I've got some good news for you!"

Harry said nothing, pretending not to hear Malfoy.

"That Hippogriff that attacked me is as good as dead."

In front of everyone, Malfoy pulled a letter from his pocket and flashed Harry a malicious grin. "Yesterday, my father had an owl bring me a letter. His friend on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures told him that there's a very high chance the Hippogriff that attacked me will be sentenced to death."

"Get lost, Malfoy."

Ron stepped between Harry and Malfoy, glaring fiercely at the person he loathed beyond measure as he fought the urge to punch him. "Harry, ignore him. He's just jealous that you have a Firebolt and came over to disgust you on purpose."

"Jealous? Me?" Malfoy looked down his nose at Ron. "Please don't compare me to a pauper like you, all right?"

"Just ignore him."

Harry reached out to hold back Ron, who was about to hit Malfoy. He looked at Malfoy as though he were a pile of dung and said with disgust, "Get lost, Malfoy. Talking to you makes me sick."

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Malfoy's lips, malice glinting in his eyes. He reached for the Firebolt on the table, but a crowd of people stopped