Mudbloods and Slugs

In the hall of Hogwarts Hall, Augustus was eating slowly, next to the chattering Malfoy, the unhappy Lilian, Malfoy was happily introducing Augustus to the world of Quidditch. Big teams.

"Okay, Malfoy, what are you going to say, just say it directly, don't murmur, and forgive Wanzi, really, what does a big man look like a mother-in-law." Lillian slapped the tableware on the table, right Malfoy expressed dissatisfaction with his behavior and scolded him angrily.

"Hehe." Malfoy's face flashed a blush, and he said reluctantly: "I have become a Slytherin Seeker. This afternoon is my first training. Can you come and see?" Looking at the two of them expectantly.

"Oh? You were chosen to be a Seeker by them? Yes, it is very rare to be chosen as a Seeker at your age." Although Augustus had no interest in Quidditch, it did not hinder him. Sending blessings to Malfoy, Augustus is still not interested in knowing why he chose Malfoy as the Seeker.

"I didn't expect that Malfoy, you also have today, aren't you very proud? Now your nemesis and friend Harry will definitely look at you with admiration." Lilian teased Malfoy with a smile in her eyes.

"Humph! Just wait and see, next time Slytherin plays Gryffindor, I will definitely let everyone know who is the real best Seeker." Malfoy looked smug and high.

"Haha. I hope, but I'm not very optimistic about you. You forgot about the crystal ball incident. You were a complete defeat in front of Harry! I really don't know where your confidence came from." Lilian looked suspicious. looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy's pale face flushed instantly, and he waved his hand indignantly, "That time was just a mistake, a mistake, and in the real game, Harry will definitely not be my opponent! Just wait and see." After a few seconds of calming down, Malfoy suddenly asked, "By the way, will you come to my training this afternoon? This is my first training."

Augustus thought about it, and then agreed, "Okay, I have nothing to do in the afternoon, I will be there to watch your training." Seeing that Augustus agreed, Lilian agreed without thinking. Seeing that both of them agreed to come down, Malfoy left the table with a flushed face.

In the afternoon, Augustus, and Lillian followed the Slytherin players into the stadium. To their surprise, Gryffindor students were already training in the stadium at this time.

The Gryffindor team saw the incoming Slytherins from high in the sky, and they landed from the sky in a moment.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our practice time! We got up early! Please get out!"

Marcus 'Flint is bigger than Wood. "It's a big place here, Wood."

Arya, Angelina, and Katie also came over. There were no girls in the Slytherin team, they stood side by side in a row, squinting at the Gryffindor team with the same air.

"But I got the course!" Wood snapped. "I got it!"

"Oh," Flint said, "but I have a note signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor West Snape. Allow the Slytherins to come to the Quidditch pitch today and train their new ball-seeker. Hand." "You've added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?"

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone From behind the six tall team members flashed a smaller boy with a smug smile on his pale pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son? Fred asked in disgust.

"You actually mentioned Draco's father, it's interesting," the Slytherin team laughed even more proudly, "Then please take a look at the gift he generously gave to the Slytherin team."

The seven men moved their brooms forward together. Seven brand-new, smooth, and shiny broomsticks, with seven lines of beautiful gold characters "Nimbus 200l", dazzled the eyes of the Gryffindors in the morning sun.

"The latest model, just came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly, dusting off a little dust from the top of his broom, "I believe it's much faster than the Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old-fashioned The Sweep Seven," he gave Fred and George a wicked smile, who both had a Sweep Seven 5 in each hand, "sweep the floor with them."

Augustus reluctantly looked at the two waves of people in front of him. If the mediation was not good, it would be another conflict between the two colleges. It was really strange. Every time he was with Malfoy, he could encounter this kind of plot. Could it be that Malfoy's Life is broken, as long as he is there, can conflicts continue?

"Mr. Augustus, you are the hidden prefect of Slytherin, can you come forward and reconcile, this is obviously the venue where we arrived first." Harry Potter asked with a request.

"Don't stir up trouble, Harry, this is between our two teams." Malfoy had a sly look in his eyes.

Ron and Hermione walked across the lawn to see what had happened.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked Harry. "Why don't you guys play? What's he doing here?"

Ron looked in surprise at Malfoy in his Slytherin Quidditch uniform.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Malfoy said smugly. "Just now everyone was admiring the broom my dad bought for our team."

Ron stared dumbfounded at the seven advanced brooms in front of him.

"Nice, isn't it?" said Malfoy genially, "but maybe the Gryffindor team can get some gold and buy some new brooms. Bid for them."

The Slytherin players laughed rudely.

"At least not a single member of the Gryffindor team has to pay to be on the team," Hermione said sharply. "They came in purely on merit."

Malfoy's face darkened with pride.

"Nobody asked you, you smelly little Mudblood," he said sternly.

Harry knew right away that Malfoy had said something nasty because it immediately elicited an explosive reaction. Flint had to dash in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him. Arya screamed, "How dare you!" Ron reached for his wand from under his robe and shouted, "You'll pay for it, Malfoy!" He pointed furiously from under Flint's arm. Malfoy's face.

A huge explosion resounded through the stadium, and green light shot from the back of the wand, hitting Ron in the stomach, and knocking him to the ground.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione screamed. Ron opened his mouth to answer, but instead of spitting out words, he hiccupped and a few slugs fell from his mouth to his thighs.

Augustus touched his forehead. The script was indeed like this. Ron's IQ was still an important issue to be solved. In the last speeding incident, Ron's wand just broke, and now he dares to cast a spell. In the end, it is still up to himself to come forward to solve the problem.