The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts Chapter 192

Update: Tom managed to squeeze his way out of the crowd and to Hermione's table. At this time, she was putting the piles of textbooks, arithmetic and divination charts, runes and the like on the table into her school bag.

"I've done my final check," Hermione said, putting away a dense collection of notes. "That quill is very easy to use, and it saves a lot of effort just not dipping in ink."

"It's hard work, there's no need to do this." Tom helped Hermione clean up the table. He was a little guilty, because Hermione took his share too.

"Keep improving." Hermione didn't seem to care at all.

"I lent the broom to Qiu Zhang so I could not go to the team's games."

"Oh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"In this way, in the second half of the semester, I can concentrate on my studies and homework." Tom said with confidence.

"I believe it." Hermione's expression said it all. She stuffed everything into her bag and left with her bag in her arms.

When Tom came into the auditorium the next day, he noticed something strange in the atmosphere: the other three college students seemed to be staring at him, until Harry came in to get him some attention.

When Tom finished eating and was about to leave the auditorium, the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, folded his arms in front of him, and several other Slytherin team members followed him. surrounded Tom.

"Yordle, I heard that you have a Firebolt?" Marcus said carelessly: "The Firebolt should belong to the sky and the arena, and should not be stuffed in a corner. My broom should belong to the sky and the arena. Meaning, since you're not going to ride it, you might as well lend us the broom to Slytherin."

Tom thought for a while that something was wrong with Marcus' brain. Can this kind of thing be said in public? And why should I lend you the broom? Because you look like a troll?

"Of course, I won't borrow your broom for nothing," Marcus wasn't stupid either, knowing that this kind of thing still has to offer enough price and sincerity, "We are willing to exchange Nimbus 2001, and at the same time you also What do you think of being paid a handsome sum—fifty Galleons for a semester?"

In Marcus's point of view, he has given great sincerity: Nimbus 2001 is a broom only inferior to Firebolt, and fifty Galleons is a huge sum of money. With this money, Tom will next Don't worry about the cost of books for a few years - unless you have another Lockhart professor.

In order to show his sincerity, he also took out a leather bag from his arms, which was filled with ding dong Jin Galleon.

"Sorry, I've decided to lend the broom to our Academy Seeker. I'm not short of money." Tom shook his head.

Marcus's face suddenly turned ugly, "I think you should think about it-"

Before he could finish his harsh words, Tom slammed the monte next to him away. Monta was caught off guard and was staggered by Tom, which also led to a gap in Tom's encircling net. Tom squeezed straight out of the gap, pulling his wand out at the same time.

"My broom, I have the right to decide who to give it to." Tom said lightly, and at the same time put his wand on the throat of Marcus who wanted to come over.

"Didn't your parents teach you to practice social distancing?" A few blue sparks sprang from the tip of Tom's cane, igniting the stubble on Marcus' chin, giving off a scorching smell. Son.

"You!" Marcus swallowed and tried to say something, but was interrupted again.

"Marcus, if you don't hurry up to train, what are you doing here?" Wood's voice came from behind Marcus. He brought Fred and George closer.

Seeing someone coming over, Tom also lowered his wand, but instead of putting it away, he maintained a state where he could raise his hand to cast a spell at any time.

The three people who approached did not see Tom's small movements because of the shield of Marcus. Fred shouted at George: "No way? Don't the Slytherin team have Firebolts yet? Isn't the Slytherin team self-proclaimed rich? Why don't they even have a Firebolt?"

Although he was speaking to George, as long as he was not stupid, he would understand who he was speaking to.

Marcus's breathing suddenly became rapid, and Fred's words stabbed his sore foot, and a burst of blood rushed into his brain.

At this time, Wood was also answering: "I don't want to hide anything, our team's Harry got a Firebolt, and it is said that Ravenclaw also got one... If I were you, I would increase training. So you don't get beaten up and cry on the court -- especially your Seeker, who really needs a little more practice."

Marcus found it hard to control his emotions. Even if there is a disaster now, there is a high probability that he will use his face to receive a spell, but Marcus doesn't care about this. He would rather take a hard curse and teach the group a lesson. Just when he was about to lose control, he saw that Richie of the Ravenclaw team was also moving towards this side with a few players.

This was undoubtedly a great cooling agent, and he calmed down instantly.

"Hmph. Our team's training won't bother you." He bypassed Tom and walked away quickly.

"You have to get closer to your teammates." Wood said to Richie with a smile. When Wood walked in, he stretched out his fist and bumped with Wood.

"What did Marcus do with you just now?" Richie looked at Tom with concern.

Tom shrugged and told Richie what Marcus had in mind.

"Despicable!" Richie scolded angrily after hearing this, "But don't worry, our academy is not vegetarian!" After scolding, he did not forget to appease Tom.

"Malfoy, can't you really get a Firebolt?" Marcus asked Malfoy who was following after walking away. He had talked to Malfoy in the morning and knew that Malfoy's father was not interested in buying a broom~www.mtlnovel.com~ so he got Tom's idea. After hitting a wall at Tom's just now, Marcus felt that Draco had a lot to do here: Malfoy's family is so rich, it shouldn't be difficult to buy a Firebolt with a little more money, right?

Malfoy took a deep breath, "I just talked to my dad before and got seven Nimbus 2001s."

His implication is that he has already asked for it once, and there is almost no possibility of success if he asks for Firebolt again. His father loved him, but not endlessly doting.

However, the thought that Potter had a better broom than himself did make Malfoy very upset.

"I'll send Daddy a letter, but don't have high hopes," Malfoy said coldly.

"Great, I'm waiting for your good news."

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