Victory Once Again!

The game was in full swing, Ravenclaw players were being "accidentally" bumped into from time to time, Bludger.

But they all gritted their teeth and persevered, trying their best to avoid every Slytherin player around them, creating shooting opportunities for Jonny while preventing Slytherin from scoring.

Harry could see it clearly. Suddenly, he saw Slytherin Seeker Terence suddenly rush straight off in one direction.

Golden Snitch?

Harry could only follow closely behind.

However, Harry was greeted by a Bludger that Accio from his side.

"Harry, get out of the way!" Even though the Chaser Henry caught up, he was knocked down hard, hit squarely on the head.

Harry looked to the side and saw Slytherin's Beater, Bole, while Terence, who was in front of Harry, stopped; he hadn't seen the Golden Snitch at all.

Bole and Terence exchanged a knowing smile; it was deliberate and premeditated!

"Cheating!" Ron stood up.

"Send him off, referee! Red card!" Gryffindor's Dean Thomas shouted, completely forgetting that this wasn't football.

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and the match temporarily ended.

Bole fouled, Ravenclaw got to the free throw, but Harry knew it wouldn't hurt Slytherin at all. If Harry were knocked down, the Golden Snitch would practically be Slytherin's. With 150 points, what did a free throw matter?

The Slytherin Team in the crowd burst into laughter.

Henry was caught by a cushion created by Professor McGonagall using her Transfiguration, but he was no longer able to participate in the game.

Just as everyone was on edge, a man walked over from the stands—it was Roger.

"Captain, let me play!" Roger cried, tears welling in his eyes. "Captain, I want to play Quidditch."

"Jonny, let's go for Davies, we can't lose," Henry murmured.

Then, Professor McGonagall knocked him down with a Stupefy and carried him to the Hospital Wing.

"Alright, we absolutely cannot lose this time." Jonny nodded.

"Guys, do you trust me?" Roger continued, and the others nodded. After all, Roger's tactics had already helped them win once.

"Harry, and everyone else, in a bit, Jonny, Phoenix, and I will follow the Slytherin Chaser and prevent them from scoring."

"Dennis, Woody, you two stick to the Beater."

"Our next goal is to keep them occupied and give Harry a chance to find the Golden Snitch."

"If anyone attacks Harry, we'll drop everything and rush to Harry aid," Roger concluded.

With the sound of a whistle, the game resumed.

"After the despicable Slytherin foul, Ravenclaw's Chaser Henry was substituted, replaced by former acting captain Roger Davies. Ravenclaw took the free throw. Good! Goal! — Now Slytherin and Ravenclaw 60:10 — Montague got the Quaffle — What's going on? The Ravenclaw players are all sticking to the Slytherin players."

A golden streak of light flashed past Flint's ear; Harry had seen the Golden Snitch. A surge of excitement coursed through him, and he swooped down.

Chasing after that golden streak of light.

Slytherin Team's Seeker, Terence Higgs, also saw it.

The two Golden Snitch side by side toward the Snitch— Ravenclaw's players broke free from their original opponents, blocking Terence's path and shielding Harry from possible attacks from other directions.

The Slytherin tried to stop them, but it was too late.

Harry then stopped diving.

He raised his arm triumphantly, the Golden Snitch firmly in his grasp.

The stands erupted in cheers.

While Harry was catching the Golden Snitch.

Bang!

Terence crashed heavily into the Ravenclaw goalkeeper, who is usually the strongest of all the Seekers. Although Terence was considered a big guy among the Seeker, he still fell heavily to the ground, while the goalkeeper, whose name Harry didn't yet know, simply rubbed his shoulder and grinned.

The match ended in chaos.

"Ravenclaw committed a foul! What kind of goalkeeper leaves the goal?" Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling indignantly, but it was to no avail— Ravenclaw had not violated any rules, and Lee Jordan was still joyfully shouting the result of the game— Ravenclaw Team won by 160 to 60.

However, Harry didn't hear any of this.

He returned to Hagrid's Hut with Ron and Draco, where the owner was making him a strong cup of tea.

Strangely, when they first arrived at the cabin, all the curtains were drawn tightly, even though Hagrid wasn't home.

The cabin was unbearably hot.

Despite the warm, sunny day, a roaring fire still burned in the fireplace.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Ron pointed clumsily at the fireplace. As Hagrid poured tea, he spotted a large, blackened egg lying in the center of the fire, under the kettle.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot to cover it up!" Hagrid plucked a tuft of beard hair.

"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback egg. You, no, Hagrid, how did you get it—it's very rare, really very rare." Before anyone knew it, Malfoy was already squatting by the fireplace, staring at the dragon egg with fascination.

"You know your stuff!" Hagrid finally stopped pretending not to see Draco.

In his eyes, all Slytherin were bad people, and his father, being Death Eaters, was the worst of the worst.

But someone who knows so much about dragons, even loves them, must be a good person. Why am I like this?

Discriminating against others, isn't that just like Slytherin? Hagrid thought to himself as he discussed the hatching of the dragon egg with Draco.

"Listen to this," Hagrid said, "I read in 'Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit' —it's very comprehensive. You have to put the eggs in the fire because their mother breathes on them. After they hatch, feed them a bucket of brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour." Hagrid pulled out a book from under his pillow and gestured to Malfoy, still unwilling to call Draco by his first or last name.

"Brandy? No, no, no, that's not right. Brandy will only make the hatched dragons breathe fire more fiercely and become more aggressive."

"Tsk tsk, forgive my bluntness, but this wooden hut you live in." Draco frowned, but he didn't mind Hagrid addressing him as "you," and he did the same.

Instead, they wondered where this uncouth fellow had gotten such a precious dragon egg.

"Is that so—" Hagrid took out a quill and wrote something down in a notebook smaller than his palm. He was about to ask more questions when Ron interrupted him.

"Where did you get this, Hagrid?" Ron squatted down by the fireplace, nudging Draco with his body, looking jealous. After all, he was the one who met Hagrid first. "It must have cost you a fortune!"

"I won it," Hagrid said. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. To be honest, that guy probably couldn't wait to get rid of it."

Draco frowned. Meanwhile, Harry tried to dissuade Hagrid, saying it was illegal, but Hagrid paid no heed. He continued poking at the fire, humming a cheerful tune.

He continued to ask Draco questions every now and then.

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