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Chapter 165: The Fight Incident
Chapter 165: The Fight Incident
Quidditch, as the most popular sport at Hogwarts, had always been a hot topic.
Not long after the tryouts, news of Kyle's impressive feat of scoring twenty-one goals in ten minutes spread like wildfire.
For the next few days, everyone was talking about it. Some were shocked, others excited, and a few skeptical.
"This is too much," Zabini scoffed at the Slytherin table. "I admit that Kyle has some talent, and the map he made is passable, but when it comes to Quidditch, he's far from good enough. Scoring twenty-one goals in ten minutes? Even I couldn't do that, let alone him!"
"Are you saying you're better than Kyle?" Malfoy asked, eyeing him with a sideways glance.
"Of course I am," Zabini boasted. "My fifth father was a professional Quidditch player, and he said that I'm a once-in-a-century Quidditch genius. If I wanted to, I'd have countless professional teams fighting to have me on their side right after graduation."
Hearing this, many around them subconsciously smirked. Zabini's mother was a stunningly beautiful witch in the wizarding world, known for her seven marriages, each ending in the mysterious death of her husband, leaving her with a substantial inheritance.
"I've heard that kind of talk before, more than once," Malfoy sneered.
He had known for a long time that such words were nothing but insincere flattery, and he never expected anyone to take them seriously.
"It's true, he wouldn't lie to me!" Zabini insisted, his neck stiff.
"If that's the case..." Malfoy glanced at him, "...then why don't you apply to join the house team?"
"What are you talking about, Draco? I'm only in my first year, and I can't play Quidditch," Zabini replied.
"But..."
Malfoy started to argue, but suddenly closed his mouth.
He had already known that Harry Potter had joined the team, and the thought of it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Moreover, the result was due to his own actions.
Thinking of Potter and Weasley's faces that morning, Malfoy felt as nauseous as if he had eaten fake cockroaches.
If he had known, he wouldn't have taken that idiot's Memory Orb no matter what.
But Zabini didn't know about this, and he thought Malfoy was admitting to his previous words. He immediately changed his expression and vowed, "Just you wait, I'll definitely join the team next year and teach that Kyle a lesson."
"However, Draco... you definitely won't make it onto the team."
He suddenly looked at Malfoy and mocked, "I've seen you fly on a broomstick before, and to be honest, you're slower than my grandmother."
Malfoy's face turned red. As a Quidditch genius who had narrowly escaped Muggle helicopters multiple times, he had never been insulted like this.
"Huh..."
Malfoy turned his head and asked in a drawn-out tone, "Which grandmother are you talking about, the third or the seventh..."
Zabini's face also started to turn red. He hated it when people brought this up.
"How dare you, I'll make you pay for this!"
In his anger, he raised his fist and punched Malfoy in the face.
"Bang!"
"Ah..."
Malfoy, who had been punched, covered his face and screamed in disbelief, "You dare to hit me, even my father has never hit me!
What are you all waiting for, come on, I'll kill him!"
As Malfoy ordered, his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, immediately rushed over.
The two boys were at least half a head taller than their peers, and with their sturdy builds, they easily overpowered the scrawny Zabini, pinning him down and delivering a sound beating.
Malfoy stood up, ready to kick Zabini a few more times, but Professor McGonagall had already appeared beside them.
"Fighting?" Professor McGonagall's expression was stern, and she effortlessly used her wand to separate the three entangled figures on the ground.
"Hogwarts has never experienced such a deplorable incident," she said.
"It was Malfoy who insulted me first, Professor," Zabini mumbled in his defense, his face swollen from Crabbe and Goyle's blows, and several missing teeth making his speech somewhat slurred.
"Save that explanation for Professor Snape; he will decide how to punish you all," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "Now, all four of you, follow me!"
"I'm sorry, Professor... Perhaps I misheard, but did you just say four people?"
Malfoy suddenly stepped forward, covering his face and feigning innocence. "Everyone here can testify that I wasn't fighting, and I'm the victim here," he whined.
"You heard correctly, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said calmly, giving him a steady gaze. "Come with me... I won't repeat myself."
Malfoy had no choice but to comply, lowering his head and cautiously following Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall.
Watching his disheveled state, Harry Potter was so excited that he almost jumped up.
"Look, Ron, Malfoy's in trouble!"
Ron, holding a chicken leg, exclaimed with glee, "It's about time he got punished!"
The two friends danced with joy, as if witnessing Malfoy's misfortune was more worthy of celebration than earning points for their house.
In any case, the Slytherin incident did not dampen the enthusiasm for Quidditch among the others.
Especially on the Hufflepuff side.
Recently, Harris seemed to have drunk an expired potion, as he would randomly burst into laughter in the Common Room or during class, startling those around him.
One day, while on his way to class, he ran into Oliver Wood from Gryffindor in the corridor, and coincidentally, they both happened to be smiling foolishly when they met.
"Wood, how are you!"
"Good to see you, Harris."
The two greeted each other warmly, as if they were long-lost friends.
"What class are you headed to?"
"History of Magic, and you?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That's quite similar."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, they suddenly asked simultaneously, "What were you laughing about just now?"
After asking, they both fell silent.
"Well, you know..."
After a brief silence, Wood spoke up, "My owl had twins, and the birth of new life is such a wonderful thing. Every time I think about it, I feel a genuine joy from within."
"I'm in a similar situation," Harris replied calmly. "My owl found its soulmate at Hogwarts, and their beautiful love... I'm truly happy for them."
"Oh, I see," Wood said, surprised. "Congratulations to you, then."
"Haha, congratulations to you too," Harris replied hastily.
The two fell silent again, their minds filled with thoughts of the other's shamelessness.
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