"Malfoy, our king!"

"Malfoy, our king!"

"Malfoy, our king!"

“History will always remember this day!”

The fanatical Quidditch fans were screaming, and Professor McGonagall almost fainted. This enthusiasm immediately infected many young wizards who were not so crazy about Quidditch. Even Hermione thought Cyrus was so handsome!

If there was anything that made her feel a little regretful, it was that Cyrus was using Malfoy's face now. If it was replaced with the appearance of "Mr. Riddle" himself, she would have wanted to write him a love letter on the spot! Compared to the boiling audience, the players on the field were very quiet.

Graham broke out in a cold sweat and thanked Cyrus with both fear and gratitude.

"Thank you, Malfoy..."

"Don't worry, it's our turn to fight back." Cyrus patted his shoulder hard, and the two of them rose at the same time. The shorter broom was a little unbalanced, but it was still no problem to finish the game.

Johnson and Duncan flew over with apologetic looks on their faces.

"Sorry, Graham."

"Don't worry, you didn't break the rules." Cyrus said before Graham got angry.

Hearing him say that, Graham naturally felt embarrassed to lose his temper, but he was thinking in his heart that he must teach Ravenclaw a lesson! After confirming that it was a false alarm, Madam Hooch also breathed a sigh of relief. She blew the silver whistle: "The game continues!"

The fourteen people on the field started moving again. This time, Cyrus did not continue to watch. He was quite bored staying in the air.

At this moment, he held the broken part of the broom handle with both hands, and changed the direction of the broom's flight with a slight amplitude. He was only a seeker, and he had no way of scoring by using the Quaffle. However, the rules of Quidditch did not mention that the seeker could not compete for the Quaffle. It was just that this scene would never happen in other games.

No Seeker ever followed the Quaffle around without also looking for the Snitch.

Unless he doesn't want to win.

Cyrus saw that Randolph had snatched the Quaffle from Adrian, so he immediately rushed out and approached the opponent from the left.

Zhang Qiu thought he had found the Snitch and followed him without hesitation! Seekers always have blind spots. Sometimes they can't find the Snitch, so they have to pay attention to their opponents' every move. Therefore, when she noticed that Cyrus started to move, she rushed after Cyrus without hesitation. Cyrus noticed her immediately.

The real Zhang Qiu is much cuter than the one in the movie, and now Cyrus can understand why Harry is fascinated by her.

This is indeed a lovely little girl, with delicate skin, a small nose, and almond-sized eyes that are like a sparkling black lake under the sun. She has the gentleness and elegance of an oriental person, but her personality is not as weak as she looks.

After noticing Cyrus's actions, she immediately lowered her body and rushed over, intending to hit Cyrus' shoulder with her shoulder, attempting to knock Cyrus off his original flight trajectory.

But she didn't succeed.

With the super-sensory spell activated, Cyrus could feel the changes in the airflow behind him and the sound of the other party breaking through the air without even using his eyes.

Therefore, at the moment when Zhang Qiu hit him, Cyrus hung upside down and fell down. He seemed to have become Zhang Qiu's reflection in the mirror of the sky. The two of them were tightly stuck to each other. This way of flying was unheard of!

But Zhang Qiu had no time to care about anything else.

She looked forward eagerly, searching for the golden shadow, but all she saw was nothingness.

"Where's the Snitch?"

"Golden Snitch? Who told you the snitch is here?" Cyrus, who was hanging upside down, said curiously.

The Golden Snitch appeared? His ESP didn't work? He didn't even notice the Golden Snitch.

"There's no thief, why did you suddenly speed up and fly over here?" Zhang Qiu shouted in annoyance. She was nervous for a long time, but she didn't expect it was just a fake move by the other party.

"No one has stipulated that we can't fly around here." Cyrus curled his lips. He already understood why Zhang Qiu suddenly surrounded him. "I just wanted to disrupt your chaser's attack."

This made Zhang Qiu very angry.

Cyrus's behavior was not a foul, but for a Seeker to not focus on the Snitch, wasn't that a sign of contempt for her, of thinking that she could not possibly find the Snitch? She lowered her head and glared at Cyrus angrily with her bright black eyes.

But despite her anger, she couldn't help but admire Cyrus' flying skills.

Even he had to admit that Cyrus's performance in this game was amazing. Whether it was the extreme slalom just now or the upside-down flight now, he was completely different from Malfoy in the last game! Of course, in fact, they were indeed two different people.

She was very curious about how much rigorous training Malfoy had gone through during this period to achieve such success. She couldn't help but feel ashamed for looking down on him before going on the court. She even admired him a little. With Malfoy's current flying ability, it would not be surprising if he became a world-renowned Quidditch star in the future.

Maybe I should ask him for an autograph after the game? Zhang Qiu had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but the most important thing now was the game itself.

Cyrus's shadow-like flying style made her feel very uncomfortable. Although the two of them had almost no contact, Zhang Qiu felt restrained. She immediately pulled up the broom handle and broke away from the flying style that was like a planet and a satellite in orbit.

At this time, the score gap between the two teams has become larger and larger!

"The Slytherin team scored again!" Lee Jordan shouted with all his might, "The score is now 90 to 20, and the Slytherin team is leading by 70 points - 80 points! Marcus Flint scored another goal! "I didn't expect that Slytherin still has some strength if they play well and don't foul! It seems that Mr. Malfoy's generous broom really helped them a lot!"

"plum--"

Mag yelled in dissatisfaction.

Li immediately stopped criticizing Slytherin and continued explaining: "You can see that Zhang Qiu escaped from Malfoy's upside-down flight. This way of flying put a lot of pressure on her. It was really wonderful. But doesn't Malfoy feel dizzy for always being upside down?"

"Can Zhang Qiu grab the Golden Snitch before the gap between the two teams exceeds 150 points? The Golden Snitch hasn't appeared yet - it has appeared! Malfoy has found it! They are flying upwards, and Zhang Qiu is catching up!"

Li suddenly made everyone's heart hang in the air.

On the field, a green shadow rushed up into the sky like a rocket. Everyone couldn't help but look up. A bright light made them dizzy in an instant.

The sunlight is too bright.

"Is there really a Golden Snitch?" Hermione and Ron looked up and saw nothing.

Only Harry squinted his eyes and saw a black shadow that seemed to be shaking in the distance. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he was sure that it was the Snitch!

"This is amazing! If we hadn't seen him flying over, who would have found where the Snitch was?" he exclaimed. "He will become the greatest Seeker in the world!"

"He won't." Ginny shook her head. "Mr. Riddle won't take Quidditch as his career, Harry. It doesn't mean much to him."

Harry didn't quite understand this.

"Career" - such a word is still too far away for him.

Be able to understand the joy of people cheering for you.

This is different from people calling him "the boy who lived" and believing that he killed Voldemort.

He couldn't accept that kind of praise with peace of mind.

He had no idea what happened that night, not to mention that his parents were killed that night. This was never a pleasant thing for him.

He was in a trance for a moment, and then was awakened by a scream.

Everyone looked nervous.

"What's wrong?"

Ginny and Hermione were so anxious that they couldn't speak, and Ron nervously held Harry's forearm tightly.

"There's something wrong with the broom!"

"What?" Harry quickly snatched the telescope from Hermione's hand. Through the lens, he saw the broom in Cyrus's hand shaking violently, as if it was about to fall apart. "It must have malfunctioned when it was rescuing people just now. To be honest, it's a miracle that it can still fly!"

"He has to stop!" Hermione was so panicked that the whole color drained out of her face.

"Stop? You're wrong! He's still speeding up!" Ron looked as if he had seen a ghost. "He's absolutely crazy! If the broom falls apart at that height, he will fall to his death!"

Hearing this, Ginny almost fainted.

"We have to stop the game!" Hermione stood up and ran towards Dumbledore. But there were too many young wizards. Every one of them stood up and blocked the road. I'm afraid the broom would collapse before she could leave Gryffindor's position.

As for his own situation, Cyrus naturally knew it better than anyone else.

The broomstick had a malfunction, which couldn't be easily fixed with a repair spell. Even if it could, Cyrus couldn't cast a spell that was beyond Malfoy's level in public.

But let him give up the game -

The desire to win in Cyrus's heart was not allowed.

After all, he was a time traveler, and the soul he possessed was that of Old Voldemort. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if he lost to a little girl? In fact, the broom might not necessarily fail, and even if it did, there was nothing to be afraid of for him. First, Dumbledore would not watch the son of the school director fall and get hurt, and second, even if Dumbledore was indifferent, Cyrus had plenty of ways to save his life.

Although the flying spell is not convenient to use, it can reduce the shock and adjust the landing posture, at most one will break an arm.

In the wizarding world, breaking a hand was no different from getting a little skin scraped off. Besides, he wasn't the one who was hurt.

Therefore, even though he realized that the broom could no longer hold on, he still accelerated.

"Faster—"

In Cyrus' pupils, the shadow of the thief became clearer and clearer.

It seems that you can get it as long as you reach out your hand.

He stretched out his hand and lunged forward, but his fingertips just missed the thief.

The arms are too short.

He forgot that this body belonged to Draco Malfoy.

The broom he was riding also lost its balance completely because of this small movement, shaking violently and crazily like a wild horse! Cyrus cast several spells to make himself feel less bumpy. But when he exerted force with his right foot, he accidentally broke the pedal of the broom.

Half of the metal pedal fell off and almost hit Zhang Qiu who was chasing after him.

"You have to slow down, Malfoy!" Zhang Qiu shouted. The broom that Cyrus was riding was scary just to look at. After losing one of the pedals, even the broom hair on the tail began to loosen.

Cyrus turned a deaf ear.

"Malfoy, stop it!"

The two men rushed into a huge cloud. Even though the damaged Nimbus 2001 was still faster than the antique in Zhang Qiu's hand.

She failed to catch up with Cyrus and lost him in the clouds.

"Is he crazy?"

Nearly a thousand teachers and students looked up at the sky nervously, but there was nothing there except the dazzling sunlight and thick clouds.

Then the clouds broke apart! A dark shadow fell down -

Dumbledore saw it clearly - it was "Malfoy".

Malfoy's performance today was beyond his expectations - it was too good! It was so good that it was abnormal.

Is this still Malfoy?

But Dumbledore did not doubt that Malfoy was the one who stole the Horcrux and was controlled by Tom Riddle, because he knew Tom too well. Without guaranteeing his own safety, Tom would never show off too much.

and--

'Tom Riddle can't save anyone.'

Cyrus's act of saving Graham completely cleared him of suspicion. How could the Dark Lord save others when he only took their lives? Looking at the rapidly falling figure, Dumbledore raised his arm again:

"Shock reduction to stop speed!"

Cyrus felt as if there was a gentle force on his back holding him up. He now felt like he was falling on a wool mat layer by layer, and his falling speed was getting slower and slower.

He knew immediately that it was Dumbledore who had done it.

So I just stopped caring about anything and let myself fall to the ground.

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle and swooped down, and Cyrus immediately took out the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Then he was carried into the school infirmary by a large group of people, cheering as if they were celebrating that he had finally been hospitalized.

There is only one chapter today, but it has 4000 words, hey 　　 　 (end of this chapter)