The selection was over, and Harry undoubtedly got the Seeker position. Garrd had already acted as a peacemaker when Marcus was in unbearable pain, settling the matter decisively, and he couldn't retract it.
Or, he could forcefully retract this decision.
But if he did that, losing face would be one thing, and it would also be equivalent to refuting Garrd's statement that "the attack of the Bludger is normal."
He suspected that if he did, his stomach ache wouldn't be the only problem today.
Watching Marcus being helped away by a group of people, Harry placed the shooting star on the ground.
"You have to see if he's willing," Harry said, answering Draco's earlier question.
Draco looked confused, glancing left and right, and even looking up at the stands, but saw no one.
"Willing to what? Is this broom your friend's? The one who wanted you to join the team?"
Draco had no idea who Harry's "friend" was referring to.
"Yes, 'he' refers to that friend, but... alright, stop looking around!" Harry quickly interrupted Draco.
"He's right here, right in front of you," Harry said.
At this moment, Draco suddenly noticed that the broom actually stood up, just like that, standing upright beside Harry.
An undisguised look of absurdity appeared on his face: "Wait... no, you're kidding me!"
As he spoke, the twigs at the bottom of the broom began to move, rustling as they moved closer to Draco.
"No! Potter, stop messing around!"
Then he saw the broomstick suddenly bend down.
?
What was this, a bow?
Why isn't it facing me directly?
As he was thinking, the bent broomstick suddenly swept horizontally towards him without warning.
With a smack, Draco's scream rang out.
Harry gasped, shaking his head repeatedly with a tsk-tsk sound.
That hit was certainly not light.
Draco jumped away, rubbing his thigh repeatedly with one hand, grimacing at the broom.
Then he saw the broomstick swing again, like a great sword chopping vertically.
"No!!!"
He quickly put his hand in front of him, and Harry was also startled.
Smack—
"Eh?"
Draco opened his tightly closed eyes, looking somewhat uncertainly at the broomstick that had landed in his palm.
"Oh, it seems... my friend must have forgiven you, after collecting the interest just now," Harry nodded in realization.
"Interest?" Draco looked at Harry uncertainly.
"Potter, no, stop messing around, are you sure you're not using some magic trick? A broom..."
As he spoke, the shooting star in his hand suddenly vibrated and struggled. With this struggle, Draco instinctively held on tighter, and as a result, he was directly dragged into a stumble.
"Wait, wait, wait—"
He said hurriedly, but before he could even react, his feet left the ground.
"Wait— I'm sorry—"
In a blink of an eye, he was flying in mid-air. Harry watched Draco from below, involuntarily...
"Wow!"
He exclaimed.
However, soon, he saw Draco, for some unknown reason, seemed to try to imitate his earlier move of flipping onto the broom.
Then, not surprisingly, he fell down.
"Shooting Star!" Harry quickly shouted.
A yellow flash streaked across the sky.
At the same time, Draco in mid-air suddenly recalled the scene from a year ago, during his first Flying Class.
In his mind, he unconsciously reviewed his evaluation of this foolish behavior last year.
What was it... big oaf or something...
Suddenly, a strong downward inertia interrupted his recollection. Instinctively, his hands grasped wildly.
By the time he reacted, he found himself already riding on the broom.
Buzz—
The broom vibrated again. Draco didn't know what this meant, but for safety's sake, he still held onto the broom...
Ten minutes later, Draco, with all his hair swept back, returned to the ground, looking satisfied.
Harry couldn't help but think that if Draco stood upside down at this moment,
there would be three brooms present.
As soon as he came down, he said with a flushed face, "Potter, I must say, the shooting star is the most! Top! Tier! flying broom in this world."
"I apologize for what happened before," Draco said, looking at the shooting star with a very strange gaze.
Harry didn't yet know how the shooting star perceived the outside world, but he could tell it shivered, then quickly rustled back to his side.
"Alright, let's go," he said.
Draco nodded, and only then did the two walk towards the Castle.
A few minutes later, on the muddy path on the hillside, Draco's figure quickly ran back.
He forgot to bring his Firebolt 2001...
On the way back, outside the Castle.
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