The Damage Is Enormous

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 large crowd of onlookers.

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

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

"Potter, let me tell you some good news!"

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 dad had an owl bring me a letter. A friend of his on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures told him that the Hippogriff that attacked me has a very high chance of being sentenced to death."

"Get lost, Malfoy."

Ron stepped between Harry and Malfoy, glaring fiercely at the person he hated so much as he fought back 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 on Ron arrogantly. "Please don't compare me to a pauper like you, all right?"

"Ignore him."

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

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