Not long after the tryout ended, the news that Kyle scored 21 goals in ten minutes spread like wildfire.

In the following days, everyone was talking about it.

Some were shocked, some were excited, and some were skeptical.

“This is too fake.”

At the Slytherin table, Zabini said with disdain, "Although I admit that Kyle has some skills and the maps he made are satisfactory to me, he is far behind when it comes to Quidditch.

Scoring 21 goals in 10 minutes, even I can’t do it, how can he do it! ”

"Are you better than Kyle?" Malfoy glanced at him sideways.

"You don't believe it?"

Zabini said proudly, "My fifth father is a professional Quidditch player. He once said that I am a Quidditch genius that is rarely seen in a century. As long as I am willing, there will be countless professional teams vying for me to join them as soon as I graduate."

Hearing this, many people around subconsciously curled their lips.

Mrs. Zabini is a very beautiful witch in the magical world. She has been married seven times, and each of her husbands died mysteriously and left a large inheritance.

"I've heard this before, and more than once." Malfoy sneered.

He knew long ago that words like these were simply insincere compliments, but he didn't expect that someone would actually take them seriously.

"This is true, he definitely wouldn't lie to me!" Zabini said with his neck stiff.

"In that case..." Malfoy glanced at him, "Why don't you apply to join the college team?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Draco? I'm only a first year and I can't participate in Quidditch."

"But Bo..."

Malfoy started to retort, but suddenly shut his mouth.

He obviously knew that Harry Potter had joined the team, and every time he thought about it, he felt very unhappy.

What's even more painful is that this result was caused by him.

When Malfoy thought of the expressions on Potter and Weasley's faces this morning, he felt as sick as if he had eaten a pile of fake cockroaches.

If he had known it would be like this, he would never have snatched the memory ball from that big idiot.

But Zabini didn't know about this. He thought Malfoy admitted what he had just said, so he immediately changed his face and said confidently: "Just wait and see, next year I will definitely be able to join the team and give Kyle a good beating."

"But Draco... you definitely won't make the team."

He suddenly looked at Malfoy and sneered: "I saw you flying on a broom before, but your speed was not as fast as my grandmother's."

Malfoy's face turned red. He was a Quidditch genius who had narrowly escaped Muggle helicopters several times. He had never been insulted like this before.

“Huh…”

Malfoy turned his head and asked in a long tone: "Which grandmother are you referring to, the third one? Or the seventh one..."

Now, Zabini's face began to turn red. He hated it most when people mentioned this.

"How dare you? I'll make you pay!"

In anger, he raised his fist and smashed it into Malfoy's face.

"Bang!"

"ah……"

Malfoy, who was punched, covered his face and screamed in disbelief: "Damn it, you dare to hit me, even my father has never hit me!

What are you guys still standing there for? Come on, I want to kill him!"

Following Malfoy's order, his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, rushed over immediately.

Both of them were at least half a head taller than their peers, and with their sturdy build, they knocked the skinny Zabini down in no time and beat him up.

Malfoy stood up and was about to step forward to kick them a few more times when Professor McGonagall appeared next to them.

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious. She used her wand to separate the three people who were rolling on the ground.

"Nothing this bad has ever happened at Hogwarts."

"Malfoy was the one who insulted me first, Professor!" Zabini argued vaguely.

His face was swollen from being beaten by Crabbe and Goyle, and he had lost several teeth, so he spoke with a lisp.

"Save this for Professor Snape. He is the one who decides how to punish you."

Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Now, you four follow me!"

"I'm sorry, Professor... maybe I heard you wrong. Did you say four people?"

Malfoy suddenly stood up, covering his face with his hands, showing an innocent expression, and groaned, "Everyone here can testify that I didn't fight, and I'm the victim."

"You heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall looked at him calmly and said, "Follow me... Don't make me say it again."

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Malfoy didn't dare to say anything else. He could only lower his head and carefully follow Professor McGonagall out of the hall.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Harry Potter almost jumped up with excitement.

"Look Ron, Malfoy is in trouble!"

Ron also held a chicken drumstick and said happily: "It serves him right. He should have been punished long ago!"

The two danced for a long time, as if seeing Malfoy in trouble was more worth celebrating than gaining extra points for the house.

In short, the Slytherin episode did not affect other people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Especially the Hufflepuffs.

Harris has been acting like he's drunk an expired potion lately. Whether in the common room or in class, he always laughs for no apparent reason, scaring the people around him.

One day on his way to class, he ran into Oliver Wood from Gryffindor in the corridor, and coincidentally, they were both grinning when they met.

"It's Wood, hello!"

"Nice to meet you, Harris."

The two greeted each other enthusiastically, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"What class are you going to take?"

"History of Magic, what about you?"

"Pretty much. I'm Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's pretty much it."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and suddenly asked at the same time: "What were you laughing at just now?"

After asking, they fell silent again.

"Well, you know."

After a brief silence, Wood was the first to speak: "My owl gave birth to a second baby. A new life... This is such a beautiful thing. Every time I think of this, I feel joy from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm about the same as you."

Harris said calmly: "My owl found its other half at school. What a beautiful love... I am really happy for it."

"Is that so?" Wood said in surprise, "Congratulations."

"Haha, congratulations." Harris replied quickly.

Then the two of them fell into silence again, and in their hearts they were madly criticizing each other's shamelessness.

(End of this chapter)