Small 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, announcing the end of the match. 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.

With Harry Potter's fate unknown and the Gryffindor Team suffering a crushing defeat, it was undoubtedly good news for Slytherin.

On the way back to the castle, Albert even saw Malfoy, holding a large umbrella and nearly delirious with joy, tear off the bandages around his arm and imitate Harry Potter falling from his Flying Broom, making the few lackeys beside him roar with laughter.

"How ugly," Isobel said softly.

When most people believed Harry Potter was dead, they could still make jokes about him. Who knew how deep the hatred between the two sides ran.

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

Quite a few Gryffindor students glared furiously at Malfoy and his two companions, but no one went up to hit him, disappointing many of the onlookers.

"A brat completely spoiled by his family. It's perfectly normal for him to do something like that." Albert was not surprised in the slightest. There were plenty of similar people in Slytherin. Unless they experienced the great ups and downs of life, it would be difficult for them to ever truly wake up.

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

A sudden gust of wind swept away the large umbrella the three of them shared. The torrential rain instantly poured down over their heads, drenching Malfoy and his two companions like drowned rats.

"Ha