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Volume 4: A Different Scarlet Bullet Chapter 69: Traitor

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    Chapter 69 The Traitor The moment he discovered that the Golden Snitch was beside him, Draco rushed towards the Snitch. His abnormal behavior was immediately seen by the audience who were always paying attention to the game.  "Oh, Malfoy seems to have discovered the Snitch. He is accelerating - God, it's raining so hard, we can't see anything clearly." The commentator of the game wanted to explain it due to his duties, but was hampered by this "crackling"  It was raining non-stop, and he could hardly even open his eyes, let alone the figure of the Golden Snitch.  "Damn it, is it Slytherin who wins the Quidditch Cup again this time?" "Harry, come on, Malfoy has discovered the snitch." "Oh no, come on, why is that Bludger just staring at you?  Here's Harry." The Gryffindor students also noticed something was wrong, and they all yelled at Harry to remind him.  That damn Bludger seriously interfered with Harry's search for the Golden Snitch, and Malfoy took advantage of the opportunity to find it.  Could it be that the damn Bludger was manipulated by Slytherin?  It¡¯s close, it¡¯s close!  Draco saw the Golden Snitch less than two meters in front of him. At this moment, he felt as if time had slowed down. He could even see clearly the traces of falling raindrops.  All the sounds around him seemed to have faded away, and only the sound of his own heartbeat was quiet and clear.  Draco stretched out his hand, trying hard to grasp the broom with one hand to grasp the direction, and reaching towards the Golden Snitch with the other hand.  I felt it, the fingertips of my fingers had touched the metallic wings of the Golden Snitch.  The five fingers suddenly closed together, and Draco just stopped in the sky in a daze.  He was overjoyed and could not believe that he had caught the Golden Snitch just like that. It was not a dream or an illusion. The Golden Snitch was really and truly held in his hand.  "I, I succeeded, I caught the Golden Snitch! Look, here!" After a while, Draco finally came back to his senses. He was so ecstatic that he raised the hand holding the Golden Snitch and shouted around.  .  "Oh!!!!!! Win!" In the Slytherin stands, all the students, regardless of the heavy rain, stretched out their hands toward the sky and reveled.  "What?" This is Harry who has not yet recovered from the attack of the Bludger. He is already being chased in a panic, and he can't spare any energy to pay attention to other things.  "The game is over, stop it, Bludger! Stop it!" After all, it was the Weasley twins who understood the situation more clearly. The game was already lost, and at least Harry couldn't get hurt again because of this.  But, something strange happened.  Logically speaking, when the game is over, the Bludger should slow down and stop chasing players, but this Bludger still shot straight towards Harry as always.  Harry no longer had the strength to hide anymore, and he was careless because he thought the Bludger should stop when the game was over. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.  Although Harry used his flying talent and rolled to the side to dodge at the last moment, he was still hit on the shoulder by the Bludger and fell off the broom on the spot.  "Ah!!!" In the stands, both Ron and Hermione screamed, and Hermione covered her eyes and turned away, unable to bear to see Harry fall to the ground miserably.  "Bang", Harry fell heavily to the sand under the court.  Fortunately, the builders of the Quidditch stadium had anticipated this sort of thing and laid a thick layer of sand underneath.  Falling on the sand and being seriously injured is better than falling to death.  For a wizard, it is natural not to die on the spot. No matter how serious the injury is, there is a way to treat it.  "No!" Ron's eyes widened in horror. He stared blankly as the Bludger that knocked Harry off the broom still refused to give up and actually hit Harry, who was on the ground and could no longer dodge.  Does anyone want to kill Harry Potter?  This level is not something that can be revealed by just calling it a prank.  Harry felt that he might really be dead. He felt as if all the bones in his body had just fallen apart. The huge pain in his shoulder made him unable to move and could only watch the Bludger approaching him little by little.  "Get out of my way!" At the critical moment, Fred and George stepped forward and protected Harry again.  Fred fought hard to hit the Bludger to the ground, and George took the opportunity to pounce on it, hugging the Bludger tightly to prevent it from getting closer to Harry.  "Thank God." Ron and Hermione felt like they were scared to death.I sat down on the chair behind me exhausted, my heart was pounding all of a sudden, I couldn't stand any stimulation anymore.  At this time, Draco also slowly lowered his broom, but he also had a lot of questions and wanted to end this game quickly and return to the Slytherin lounge to grab someone and ask him questions.  Recalling Sephiroth's words, I always felt that there was a meaning, but Draco hadn't realized it before.  But now, no matter how stupid he is, he knows that Sephiroth must have expected this situation from the beginning.  In a farce, under Lockhart's prank, Harry's hand bones and shoulder bones were completely removed.  The broken bones disappeared, and Harry's shoulder suddenly became less painful.  However, as a price, Harry's hands completely lost the feeling, becoming like a pair of soft gloves, and they were gloves that did not belong to Harry.  "Haha, that's great. Scarhead, you can roll up your hands and put them inside your body. Hahahahahaha!" After winning the game, Draco did not miss the opportunity to show off and laugh at his rival.  Harry was lifted up, and Ron and Hermione supported him and ran towards the infirmary. They were not sure whether Madam Pomfrey could even cure this "injury", and they were extremely worried.  "Sephiroth, you know what's going on, right? Answer me, didn't you promise me not to interfere in the game?" Harry was sent away, and Draco found it boring to stay here. He remembered  Sephiroth hasn't given him an explanation yet.  "You can't blame me. You know I'm not interested in Quidditch. How could I interfere." Sephiroth explained with an innocent face. This time he was really unjust.  Even if he knew what was going on, it wasn't him who did it. If he really wanted to count, it should be Draco who did it.  "It's not you? So what is all this about? Don't tell me you don't know." Draco glanced at Sephiroth suspiciously, but still chose to believe him.  "Want to know the truth? Just follow me to a place tonight and you will find out." With an enigmatic smile, Sephiroth left Draco behind and went back to his lounge to sleep.  When closing the door, he also threw [Silent]. No matter how Draco shouted outside the door, there was no reaction inside.  There is a program in the evening. If you don¡¯t rest now, where will you get the energy at night?  "Hey, make it clear - damn it!" Draco stamped his feet bitterly, and decided to stay in the common room today to see how long he could hide.  As night fell, Draco endured the curious looks of other Slytherin classmates for a day, and finally waited until a certain bastard came out of his room.  "It finally came out, hum!" Draco exhaled heavily from his nostrils angrily.  "You have to be patient if you want to watch the show, Draco. Come with me - by the way, you should have learned the Disappearance Charm, don't forget to add one to yourself." Waved to Draco  , Sephiroth pushed away the portrait in the cellar and stuck out his head to peek out for a moment, making sure that no one was paying attention before he carefully jumped out.  "Come with me quickly. If you're late, you won't be able to watch. Really, haven't you had a good rest? You look like you're about to fall asleep." Sephiroth moved slowly, as if he hadn't woken up.  Draco urged.  I don¡¯t know who made Draco look like this. From noon to night, without rest for nearly 20 hours, it¡¯s natural that he would be confused.  Taking Draco with him, who might collapse at any time and unable to sleep, Sephiroth carefully bypassed the patrolling Filch and sneakily climbed to the school doctor's office on the second floor.  "This is-" The sleepiness immediately disappeared from his mind, and Draco woke up instantly.  Of course Draco knew exactly who was here. Could it be that he came here so late to "Shh, be quiet! Listen!" He raised his finger and made a whispering gesture, and Sephiroth motioned for Draco to put his ear to it.  Go to the door and listen to the sounds inside.  When it came to Harry Potter, Draco didn't care about anything. He directly pressed his whole body against the door, and seemed to vaguely hear two people talking inside.  "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would definitely make¡ª" "What do you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger"  ¡±?¡­ ¡°Dobby wants to save Harry Potter¡¯s life¡­¡±"Dobby just hopes that Harry Potter will be slightly injured" "Dobby?" Draco was moved. Isn't this name the name of his house elf? How could it appear here? "Draco showed an unexpected expression.  He pressed his ear against the door harder, hoping to hear the conversation clearly. After a while, Draco's face turned pale. Although he didn't quite understand what was going on, he still knew that there was a traitor in his home.  , that traitor was the house elf they thought would never betray him - Dobby "This damn guy!  " Draco cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth. He straightened up and was about to push the door open and rush in to kill the traitor. "Don't be impulsive.  " Sephiroth had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught Draco in time. "Thank you, Sephiroth.  "Draco bowed his head and thanked Sephiroth. If it hadn't been for his reminder, I'm afraid he wouldn't have known that there was such a house elf in his family who yearned for freedom. "Damn traitor, I won't make it easy for you.  of.  I already know what's going on. Let's go back.  " Finally, with a hateful glare at the door of the infirmary, Draco no longer wanted to stay here, and he walked away angrily.
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