At 10 o'clock in the morning, there were crowds of people on the Quidditch Stadium.

Felix walked into the bustling stadium and stepped onto the audience platform closest to him. A sudden burst of cheers broke out on the field, and a vague shadow in a bright red robe threw the ghost flying ball into the goal.

Commentator Li Jordan said: "Beautiful goal! Gryffindor moved back to one inning, and the Slytherin team is currently leading the score, 60 to 30, and their super brooms have played a huge role."

"I have to praise Wood. If it weren't for him, Gryffindor's score would have been even more disparity!"

Felix's eyes kept sweeping over the audience on other high platforms, and soon in the Slytherinshi painted with green patterns, he saw a middle-aged man with platinum hair, Lucius Malfoy.

Next to him was a timid house elf.

Lucius's eyes were firmly locked on his son Draco Malfoy. At this moment, he and Harry were entangled. With his better speed, he stopped in the air in a show-off manner. He turned around and said, "Your reaction is a bit slow, scar?"

Harry held his breath, verbally ignored Draco, his eyes kept surfing. Whether it was the Easter holiday or the last week, as long as there was a little time, Wood would call them to practice more madly.

"We are at the peak of history!" Wood encouraged the players before the game.

Harry agreed with this, this was their closest time to the champion. He rose higher and higher, sometimes turning, sometimes turning sharply, sometimes turning, sometimes circling up, sometimes circling east and west, taking a zigzag route.

Draco followed him closely, but he had no time to provoke Harry.

The fierce pursuit lasted for two or three minutes. In the end, even Harry felt dizzy and had to stop.

Soon, Slytherin scored another goal.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little anxious. According to the three tactics that Wood had formulated before the game, the ideal situation was that he could seize the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and not give Slytherin the chance to expand the score.

Slytherin's strategy is the opposite, and it keeps delaying time. As long as the game lasts for two or three hours and the physical strength drops to a low point, it is time for them to dominate the battlefield with the advantage of the broom.

This is also the reason why Draco has been harassing Harry.

On the platform, Felix read the game calmly. Under the influence of the accelerated thinking and super-sensory curse, his condition was extremely sensitive. He could receive the changes brought by a slight wind on the court and a cloud.

The originally blurred shadow became clear, and he could even see the expressions flashing across the team members' faces.

Fourteen people on the field were included in the calculation by him, and Felix tried to predict their trajectory.

It's like having a high-quality duel.

This made him feel Quidditch's charm for the first time, although his reasons were different from others.

"Sure enough, people cannot be too stubborn." Felix's thoughts turned to his mind.

When the score was frozen at 110:60, a blurred golden shadow passed through Harry's eyes. At the same time, Felix's gaze was frozen on this small figure.

Harry was scrupulous and he deliberately flew in the opposite direction. Draco followed as expected. Just as he was about to look back and laugh at Potter again, he found that Harry had disappeared from sight.

"He's under the platform!" a Slytherin player shouted at him.

Lee Jordan also noticed this scene: "Look! Harry tricked Malfoy, he was chasing the golden thief! We can't see, Harry must be in the wooden frame!"

The court was quiet and everyone held their breath.

Even the players on both sides stopped in mid-air, waiting for the result.

Wood, who was guarding the goal, yelled angrily: "Don't stop, Angelina, Katie, continue the attack!"

However, just over ten seconds later, before they could organize the next offensive, Harry rushed out with the golden thief, hovering around the stadium, greeting the cheers of the audience.

"A wonderful scene! Harry caught the thief and the game ended! Gryffindor won, and finally Lucius Malfoy stood up, raised his head expressionlessly, and kicked Dobby away and walked off the platform.

After waiting for a while, Felix also stood up and decorated from afar. Lucius stopped at the edge of the court, waiting for Draco to appear, and the little wizards in groups of three or three walked out of the court one after another, discussing the game enthusiastically.

Felix tapped his wand on his body, and the blue robe faded little by little until it blended into the environment.

He and Lucius passed by each other.

When Harry was surrounded by Gryffindor and walked out of the court, Yu Guangzhong glanced at Lucius lowering his head and teaching Draco a lesson. Draco had a bitter face and didn't speak.

This made him feel even more pleasant, and although there were a few games left, he believed that Gryffindor would eventually win the Quidditch Cup.

After walking a distance, Harry suddenly discovered the house elf beside Lucius.

His eyes widened in an instant, "It's Dobby!"

He is the house elf of the Malfoy family?!

Harry stared at Dobby in disbelief, and Dobby also noticed his gaze, stared at the tennis ball's big eyes, and waved his hand at Harry.

But Lucius had already scolded his son and left with great strides. The elf followed him step by step. Before he finally disappeared, he showed a pitiful expression to Harry.

...

In the evening, auditorium.

"What did you say! Dobby belongs to the Malfoy family?" Ron looked at Harry with a surprised look, with the chicken legs hanging in the air.

"Shh! Sigh," Harry looked around, and saw no one paying attention, and whispered to Ron and Hermione, "I saw it with my own eyes, just as I came out of the court."

Hermione spoke cautiously: "Harry, what do you think? Is this all Malfoy's conspiracy, or more than one's actions?"

Harry was not sure, either. He could feel Dobby's respect for him, but he could not ignore the long-standing tradition of the domestic elf.

After coming out of the auditorium, they walked in the garden and discussed fiercely.

"I think Dobby can trust, Harry," Hermione analyzed, "The danger he refers to is the secret room, what we have discussed. If everything is Malfoy's conspiracy, he doesn't have to add anything to it."

Harry also tends to say this, and Ron's view is relatively neutral: "Although what you said makes sense, I have never heard of a house elf that violates the orders of his master."

During the magic text tutoring that night, Hermione asked a question: "Will the house elf violate the orders of his master?"
Chapter completed!