A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“You all heard that. Now we have another reason not to lose,” Marcus said. “Get ready to go on.”

Seeing the seven players standing at the stadium entrance, Aaron hesitated for a moment and called out to Draco, "I was reluctant to come, but since you're here, I have to remind you."

"You said."

“I know you don’t like Harry Potter, but this is a team game, so… don’t let your personal feelings get in the way.”

Draco nodded. "Don't worry, I'm fully prepared and won't let you down."

"That's good.

"Also, don't be too nervous. Protecting yourself is also an important part of the finder's job." Aaron said, glancing at the crowded field and noticing the particularly conspicuous giant Hagrid, which stirred something within him.

Let's proceed as planned! This match is all about endurance, so there should still be plenty of time.

The doors slowly opened, sunlight shone on everyone's faces, and then came a deafening cheer.

Fourteen members of Gryffindor and Slytherin simultaneously mounted broomsticks and flew into the air above the pitch.

The two captains' gazes collided, as if sparks flew in mid-air, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more serious.

The other team members also glared back, none of them willing to back down.

With a whistle, the Looping Ball, the Quake Ball, and the Golden Snitch all leaped out of the box.

The twelve team members moved swiftly to find a Quake that could score.

Neither Harry nor Draco participated; instead, they flew to a higher position, searching for the intermittent golden lights that appeared and disappeared in the stadium.

Harry looked around cautiously, but within two minutes he realized something was wrong.

Draco, on the other side, showed no interest in searching for the Golden Snitch. Instead, he stared at Draco warily, making Draco feel uneasy.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just looking for the Golden Snitch."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Draco shrugged. "Whether you believe it or not is none of my business."

Ding Dong!

The sound of gongs rang out.

Just as the two were locked in a standoff, Slytherin scored a goal, earning ten points.

"So fast?" Harry looked at the referee's table, somewhat incredulous.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Draco clicked his tongue. "That's the advantage of equipment. Gryffindors can't keep up with Slytherin's speed at all."

Our original plan was to score a goal every three minutes, which is barely satisfactory.

"You..." Harry was about to say something when he heard the swift sound of wind in his ear.

He instinctively looked down, and a stray ball flew past his head.

“Be careful, Potter, winning too easily is no fun.”

Harry glared at him fiercely, then decided to stop searching for a target and immediately steered his broom in the opposite direction.

But a short while later, Draco appeared beside him.

"Should I give way to you?"

"It's not so easy for Nimbus 2001 to keep up with Nimbus 2000; I still have to control the deceleration."

Harry gritted his teeth, didn't reply, and just kept speeding up.

But no matter how he flies, there is always a green shadow beside him.

Even after flying around the field several times, Draco was still like a leech, impossible to shake off.

"That's enough." Harry suppressed his anger and stopped mid-air. "Why aren't you looking for the Golden Snitch and instead continuing to follow me?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Who said I didn't look for the Golden Snitch? But coincidentally, we're looking in the same direction."

Harry simply ignored this ridiculous explanation and continued searching for the Golden Snitch on the pitch.

As for Draco, as long as he doesn't attack me, I'll just follow him!

Persistence pays off. Harry spotted the Golden Snitch behind Draco on the field and immediately turned and rushed over.

At the same time, Draco heard the sound of rapidly flapping wings behind him and immediately realized the location of the Golden Snitch.

But remembering the Slytherin team's tactics, he resisted the urge to grab Harry without even turning his head, and managed to block him by turning sideways just before Harry flew past.

After the black broomstick head disappeared from Harry's sight, the Golden Snitch also vanished without a trace.

Then the gong sounded again, and Marcus threw the Quaffle into the Gryffindor goal.

"Slytherin scores again, 70 to 10, Gryffindor is behind." Commentator Jordan happily pressed the scoreboard.

Upon hearing this, Harry couldn't help but turn back to look at the referee's position; the score felt like a hammer blow to his chest.

It wasn't that it hurt a lot, but I felt particularly heavy-hearted.

In just over twenty minutes, the gap had widened to sixty points, something that would only have happened in the past when a team was missing players.

Now the Seeker is under even more pressure. If he can't snatch the Golden Snitch before the score difference reaches 150 points, Gryffindor will definitely lose this game.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Harry's mind, and a surge of anger rose within him as he looked at the smiling Draco.

"Is this your tactic?"

"You figured it out?" Draco asked, somewhat surprised. "But it doesn't matter anyway, it doesn't matter to you even if you know our tactics."

"What a despicable tactic."

“That’s a bit insulting,” Draco said shamelessly. “I’d even accept calling it cunning, but I personally think it’s shrewd.”

Harry didn't want to argue with him, and stopped paying attention to the Golden Snitch, instead turning around and flying towards Wood.

Draco smiled slightly and chased after him.

Just in case, he called Flint along the way, not thinking he could take on two opponents at once.

"What are you doing here? The Golden Snitch is your mission," Wood said, somewhat angrily, just moments before Slytherin had scored another goal.

“Wood, I’ve made a major discovery, Slytherin’s tactics are…” Harry was only halfway through his sentence when a ball of the ball crashed into him, forcing him to dodge it.

"Their tactic was to have Malfoy hold me off as the ball seeker, while the others used their speed advantage to win by the final score."

Chapter 161 All that's left to fight is luck.

"what?"

Wood was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening.

Although she was very anxious, her expression remained relatively calm, though a flicker of anger seemed to flash in her eyes.

He looked at Malfoy following behind Harry, and unconsciously gripped the flying broomstick he was riding.

Slytherin's tactics are simple but highly effective, but the solution is also simple: find a way to get the opponent's Seeker out to turn the tide.

But just as he was hesitating whether to make a move, Marcus appeared behind Draco.

"Hey Wood, things don't look good in Gryffindor!"

“I already understand your tactics,” Wood said coldly. “They’re shameless.”

"Rogue?" Marcus scoffed. "This is called composure, and we don't seem to have broken any rules!"

Compared to two years ago, we Slytherin have made considerable concessions; otherwise, the Gryffindor team would have been reduced to fewer players long ago.

Wood gritted his teeth and said disdainfully, "What kind of skill is it to rely on equipment?"

"That sounds nice." Draco glanced at Harry meaningfully. "Didn't Gryffindor equip the Seeker with the latest Nimbus 2000 last year?"

"Why are you unhappy that Slytherin has been replaced with Nimbus 2001?"

"What's going on here?" George flew over. "Wood, do you need any help?"

"Three against two, we won't be at a disadvantage."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Marcus said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Derian flew to Draco's side. "Let's be fair, three against three."

At this moment, commentator Lee Jordan's voice came over: "Slytherin is in the lead, 110 to 20. Such a huge gap is rarely seen in previous seasons."

Wood frowned, his face grim as he looked at Marcus. "Flint, I don't think you mind a ten-minute halftime break!"

"I'm sorry, I mind."

"If you manage to break the deadlock in these ten minutes, we'll have squandered the game. I won't give you that chance."

"Flint, why don't we give them a chance? Otherwise, they might not be convinced!"

"Draco, do you know what you're saying?"

We have a decisive advantage now. If we can take another 60 points, this game will be ours. We can't afford to take any risks.

"Are you scared?" Wood teased. "Can I take that as Slytherin being afraid of Gryffindor?"

Derian couldn't hold back any longer and was about to rush over and teach Wood a lesson, but Marcus stretched out an arm and stopped him.

“Yes, we’re scared,” Marcus said nonchalantly. “Provocation won’t work today.”

Wood and his two companions exchanged bewildered glances. The Slytherin team had changed their ways; this tactic used to be incredibly effective.

Is it surprising?

"To be honest, we can't afford to lose." Marcus patted his Nimbus 2001. "This broom is good, but if we can lose to a bunch of Gryffindors with their junk brooms even with the latest model, how are we supposed to survive?"

Wood's lips twitched, then he turned his gaze to Draco. "You think I have no way out?"

Marcus and Derian tacitly shielded Draco behind them, saying, "We've thought of what you've thought of too."

Even if we lose a Seeker, the other players will take his place. It's just a matter of holding Porter back. How difficult can it be with Nimbus 2001?

We have the latest equipment, so even in a four-on-five situation, the disadvantage isn't that great.

“Flint, I think I need to remind you of something,” Derian laughed. “Although we haven’t committed any fouls on the field for a long time, it doesn’t mean we’ve lost our touch.”

Upon hearing this, Marcus's lips curled into a sinister smile.