HP: I’m working on redemption at Hogwarts

Obviously, with the current situation, this year's Quidditch championship should fall to Slytherin. After all, with the current score of 6-0, it is impossible to reverse the situation unless Gryffindor gets the Golden Snitch. But the Seeker wearing a scarlet jersey is currently entangled by the enchanted Bludger...

Astoria had to admit that she felt a little secretly happy in her heart, feeling secretly happy that Slytherin could win the championship, even if the situation at the moment was not optimistic...

boom!

The Bludger crashed into Gryffindor Captain Wood's broomstick with a loud bang, causing him to fall weightless from the air. Mrs. Hooch also wanted to interrupt the game, but it was obvious that the stronger Harry Potter did not intend to accept the score and continued to look for traces of the Golden Snitch while avoiding the Bludgers.

Before Astoria could react, Harry saw the Bludger swooping towards the Slytherin stands with a rather rampant momentum.

Harry was so fast that he was worthy of being chosen as a Seeker in his first year. Astoria only felt a strong wind blowing towards her, which inexplicably relieved the sultry weather.

Wait, now is not the time to be cool!

Astoria's pupils were constricted, and the speeding Bludgers scared her legs and feet so much that she had no time to avoid them.

"Be careful!" A life-saving hand suddenly stretched out from behind, grabbing Astoria's collar and pulling her backwards. The man behind seemed a little disgusted and hid to the side, and Astoria stumbled and sat down on the floor of the steps of the stand in embarrassment.

The sharp pain from her butt hitting the ground was still reminding Astoria to come back to her senses. Only then did she realize that she had avoided the fatal Bludger, and her tense nerves slowly relaxed.

"Thank you, Nott." Astoria looked back, looking sincerely and intently at Theodore Nott, who was standing sideways behind her.

She rubbed her butt in distress and got up from the ground crying. Theodore's expression remained the same, but his eyes accidentally glanced at Astoria's ferocious movements. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he pretended again. He nodded slightly with a calm look, indicating that he accepted Astoria's thanks.

The PK on the court continues. With the exciting screams and cheers of Chloe at the front of the stands, the two figures chasing the Golden Snitch on the court are also constantly chasing and surpassing each other, competing with each other.

But the crazy Bludger didn't seem to want to let Harry go. It hit the railing hard and shuttled between Draco and Harry, hindering the two men's pursuit of the Golden Snitch.

The two of them got into the bottom of the frame under the stands, and no one in the stands could see either Draco or Harry.

Feeling the slightly unstable ground, the stands seemed to be swaying as the two people below passed by. But Astoria's attention was entirely on Draco who was chasing the Golden Snitch at the bottom of the stands, hoping that the crazy Bludger would not involve him.

"Maybe we should go to a safe place." Pansy had reached the point where she stretched her arms to maintain balance. It was obvious that the chasing struggle between the two at the bottom of the stand became more intense.

"I have never been so consistent with you, dear Pansy!" Zabini was flustered by this messy scene. The active gentleman held Pansy's hand and planned to retreat.

"Aren't you leaving?" Hearing the faint voice of inquiry, Astoria turned around in surprise, only to see Daphne, who was already walking to the exit with Pansy, suddenly turned around and stared at her with burning eyes.

"Uh... I'm with Chloe, we'll be leaving soon!" Astoria responded awkwardly, glancing at Chloe who was still watching the game eagerly, and used her as an excuse.

"...As you wish." Daphne was not nosy. After all, her relationship with her sister was not much better. Soon, she, Pansy and others left the stadium.

Astoria's eyes focused on the court again, and she saw Harry Potter suddenly burst out of the sky from the bottom, grabbed the golden Snitch, and fell to the ground. However, Draco failed to leap out from the bottom of the stands. Astoria's heart beat loudly and she had a bad feeling for no reason.

"Wow!! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor students cheered excitedly, jumping and shouting excitedly. Even after several of Harry Potter's friends and Professor Lockhart gathered in front of him to heal his broken arm, Draco still didn't show up...

Not good…

Astoria's heart was pounding, her nerves tense and her eyes worried.

She quickly jumped down the stairs and jumped down from the stands, and opened the dark green tent curtain that covered the floor. The light inside was dim, the wooden supports and tent fabric were in a mess, and there were several big holes in them, which were obviously caused by the bludger. Handwriting.

The weak sunlight spilled into the space in the corner through the big broken hole, and Draco was leaning on the wooden pole in embarrassment, with several scratches on his face, his light blond hair was messy, and his whole body was shrouded in In a gloomy atmosphere.

"Draco..."

"Get out of here!" Draco shouted angrily, almost subconsciously. He looked up and saw the familiar blond curly hair of the person coming, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he turned his head awkwardly.

"You are here to laugh at me, right? Back then, you were arrogant and vowed to trample Scarhead under your feet. You didn't expect that he defeated me even though there were Bludgers chasing him."

Draco gritted his teeth and became angrier as he spoke, clenching his fists tightly and hitting the ground with all his strength, his brows and eyes full of resentment.

"No, Draco, no." Astoria shook her head slowly, and she knelt down patiently and her eyes were level with Draco's. The lake blue eyes seemed to contain a reassuring mysterious power, and their gentle eyes looked at Draco patiently.

"In my heart, you will always be my number one!" Astoria took the initiative to hold Draco's fisted hand and slowly approached.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, but Astoria's touching and clear voice made Draco's ears itch. It seeped into his heart bit by bit.

Draco felt that all he could feel was Astoria's faint citrus scent lingering in his nose. The fresh fragrance and gentle comfort gradually calmed his manic and angry mood.

"I will win."

"I know."