"Ron, you called me here just to tell me, the result of your long research is that you suspect that Malfoy is Slytherin's heir?" Silver raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it? The Malfoy family is so evil." Ron blushed. "You heard him say: 'The next one is you, mud breed!' In fact, just look at his ugly mouse face and you will know it's him-"

Silver shook his head: "This is not enough to prove that Ron, you are also pure blood. You should know that, with very few exceptions, most pure blood have a sense of superiority, thinking that wizards from Muggle-born are very lowly. There are definitely many pure blood wizards who want to drive away Muggle-born wizards. You can't say that they are all descendants of Slytherin."

"Look at their family," said Harry. "They're all in Slytherin, and he often shows off this to people. They are probably descendants of Slytherin. His father is evil enough."

"They may have taken the keys to the secret room for centuries!" said Ron, "and passed down from generation to generation, the father passed to his son..."

Silver chuckled: "Don't let hatred blind your eyes. Malfoy is definitely not the descendant of Slytherin, he does not have the qualifications." Silver glanced at Harry and Ron and signaled them to be quiet. "The Malfoy family is not a very old wizard family. The Malfoy family only became a wizard family in 1158 AD. It is reliable that Malfoy's ancestors were also from Malfoy. Of course, they always intentionally ignore this. The Malfoy family insisted on intermarrying with pure blood. Over the past few hundred years, the Malfoy family can also be called pure blood by today's standards. But in the era when Slytherin lived, the ancestors of the Malfoy family were still scattered in the fields like other Malfoys. Therefore, the Malfoy family could not be the descendant of Slytherin."

"Maybe they intermarried with descendants of the Slytherin family?" Harry said.

"I know the nature of the Malfoy family very clearly. The surname Slytherin is of absolute significance to purebred families. For example, if the Malfoy family intermarries with the descendants of Slytherin, it will definitely make a descendant with the brilliant surname Slytherin. But it turns out that they don't." Silver waved his hand.

"Who will it be?" Hermione asked cautiously after listening for a long time.

"I don't know either." Silver shrugged. "If we had reasoned so easily, Professor Dumbledore would have discovered it long ago. This successor of Slytherin must have been hidden well. Without some effort, it would be impossible to find him easily."

Harry and Ron frowned.

"Okay, Harry, don't think about this. Instead of thinking about this, you might as well think about your next game: the Slytherin team you are going to play against is equipped with a broom of the 2001, so don't lose to Malfoy. Hermione and I will check the information about the descendants of Slytherin." Silver said, then pulled Hermione away, leaving Harry and Ron staring at each other.

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Harry didn't sleep well all night: the reasoning he and Ron thought was very reasonable, but Silver easily denied it. And tomorrow is the game against Slytherin Quidditch, and Slytherin is equipped with the best broom that money can buy. Harry kept having nightmares. Sometimes he dreamed that he was defeated by Slytherin, and Wood chased him with a thick wooden stick. Sometimes he dreamed that a big snake rushed out and swallowed him in one bite. Sometimes he dreamed that Malfoy admitted that he was the successor of Slytherin, and the commander of a group of giant monsters razed Hogwarts to the ground. In short, when Harry got up and came to the auditorium, he seemed very unhappy. He found that the rest of the Gryffindor team were crowded with long empty dining tables, all of which seemed nervous and taciturn.

At eleven o'clock, all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch Sports Field. It was a stuffy and humid weather, with thunder faintly sounding in the air. When Harry walked into the locker room, Ron hurried over to wish him good luck. But Harry didn't hear clearly what Ron said. The players put on bright red Gryffindor uniforms and sat down to give them a morale-boosting speech to them as usual.

"The Slytherin's broom is better than us," Wood said, "that's undeniable. But the people on our broom are better than them. We train harder than them and have flew in all kinds of weather conditions-" ("That's right," George Weasley said, "I haven't had my clothes since August.") "-We want them to regret letting that little villain Malfoy spend money to get into their team."

Wood's chest was so excited that he turned to Harry.

"It depends on you, Harry, to make them see that as a soccer, it is not enough to rely on a rich dad alone. Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, or die on the field, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win."

"So there is no pressure, Harry." Fred said, blinking at him.

"Are you okay, scar head?" Malfoy shouted, and he was walking under Harry like an arrow, as if showing off his broom speed. Harry really wanted to knock him down at this time.

But Harry had no time to answer. At this moment, a heavy black roaming ball suddenly flew towards him; he barely avoided by a slight difference, feeling the ball flew past his hair.

"It's really hanging, Harry!" George said, holding the bat in his hand, galloping past Harry, ready to hit the roaming ball at the Slytherin player. Harry saw George hit the roaming ball hard at Derian.

Pusey didn't expect that the ball had changed direction halfway through and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry quickly descended to avoid it, and George hit it hard at Malfoy again. However, the roaming ball turned around again like a dart, and took Harry's head straight.

Harry suddenly accelerated and flew to the other end of the field. He could hear the roaring ball roaring behind him. What's going on? Fred Weasley was waiting for the roaring ball on the other end. Harry lowered his head, and Fred used all his strength to hit the roaring ball; the roaring ball was hit aside.

"Now!" Fred shouted happily. However, he was wrong. The roaming ball seemed to be attracted by magnetic force around Harry, and flew over him again. Harry had to try his best to speed up and escape.

It started to rain. Harry felt a big drop of rain hit his face and splashed on his glasses. The Slytherin's super broom played a role. The Gryffindor's chasers could not compete with the Slytherin: their brooms were too fast, and the Gryffindor's broom performance was far less than that of the Gryffindor's 2001. The score was quickly pulled to 60:0. The crazy roaming ball seemed to identify Harry. Fred and George had to follow him to protect Harry.

"Someone has tampered with this roaming ball-" Fred muttered, knocking the roaming ball that launched a new round of attacks towards Harry.

"We need to pause," George said, signaling to Wood while also preventing the roaming ball from breaking Harry's nose.

Wood obviously caught his signal. Mrs. Hoqi's whistle rang, and Harry, Fred and George landed on the ground, still dodging the crazy wandering ball.

"What's going on?" Wood asked, when the Gryffindor team members were gathering together, and the Slytherin players in the crowd made a burst of laughter. "We were defeated. Fred, George, where did you go when the roaming ball stopped Angelina from scoring?"

"We were twenty feet above her to stop another roaming ball from killing Harry, Wood." George said angrily. "Someone slapped the ball again-it refused to let Harry go. It didn't chase anyone during the whole game. The Slytherin must have tampered with it."

"But since we practiced last time, the roaming ball has been locked in Mrs. Huo Qi's office, and they were all fine at that time..." Wood said anxiously.

Mrs. Huoqi was walking towards them. Harry's eyes crossed her shoulders and could see the Slytherin players pointing at him sneeringly.

"Listen." Harry said, Mrs. Hoqi was getting closer and closer. "You two kept flying around me, and I had no hope of catching the golden thief unless it came into my sleeves by itself." Harry said, "You should go back to the other players and let me deal with the wild ball by myself."

"Don't be stupid," Fred said, "it will knock your head off."

Wood looked at Harry and then at the Weasley Twins.

"Oliver, this is irrational," Alia Spinette said angrily, "You can't let Harry deal with that thing alone. Let's ask for an investigation-"

"If we stop now, we will be disqualified!" said Harry. "We can't lose to the Slytherin for an out-of-control roaming ball! Hurry, Oliver, tell them not to worry about me!"

"It's all your fault," George said to Wood angrily, "'Either catch the golden thief or die on the field.' - you're so confused, say this to him!"'Mrs. Huoqi came to them and asked.

"Can you continue the game?" she asked Wood.

Wood looked at Harry's face with a firm look.

"Well," he said, "Fred, George, you all heard Harry's words-don't worry about him, let him deal with the ball by himself." Now the rain was getting heavier. Mrs. Huoqi's whistle sounded, and Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky. He heard the whistle behind his head, knowing that the ball was chasing again. Harry was rising higher and higher, turning, turning suddenly, turning sharply, and then circling up, and then going around east and west, taking a zigzag line. He was slightly dizzy, but still widened his eyes. The raindrops hit his glasses with crackling crackling, as he was for the sake of

Another fierce attack from the roaming ball, and as he hung his head down, rain flowed into his nostrils. He heard a burst of laughter from the crowd, knowing that he must be stupid, but the wild roaming ball was bulky and could not change direction as quickly as he did. He began to fly around the edge of the field like a ring pulley, narrowing his eyes, staring at the Gryffindor goal post through the silver-white rain curtain, and saw Derian trying to surpass Wood. A whistling sounded in his ears, and Harry knew that the roaming ball was almost hit by him again; he turned his head and rushed in the opposite direction.

"Are you practicing ballet, Potter?" Malfoy shouted as Harry had to spin foolishly in the air to avoid the ball. Harry fled quickly, and the ball was chasing him, only a few feet away. He turned around and stared at Malfoy with hatred, and at this moment he saw, saw the golden snitch, hovering a few inches above Malfoy's left ear-Malfoy patronized and laughed at Harry, not seeing it.

In that difficult moment, Harry hung in the air, not daring to speed up towards Malfoy, for fear that he would look up and see the golden thief. Dou! He paused for too long. The Wandering Ball finally hit him and hit his elbow hard. Harry felt his arm break suddenly. A burning pain made him feel a little dizzy. He slid to one side on the broom wet by the rain. The knee of one leg was still hooked on the broom, and his right hand was hanging unconsciously beside his body. The Wandering Ball launched a second attack on him, aiming at his face this time. Harry turned violently away from his original direction, with only one thought firmly occupying the situation.

He rushed towards Malfoy. In the hazy rain curtain, Harry endured the piercing pain and rushed to the shiny face below, which was sneering. He saw the eyes on the face wide in horror: Malfoy thought Harry was coming to hit him. "What are you doing-" he said gasping, while hurriedly avoiding Harry. Harry's uninjured hand released the broom and reached out to grab it hard; he felt his fingers holding the cold golden thief, but because he now only clamped the broom with two legs, he fell straight to the ground, while holding him out of his coma. At this time, he heard a scream from the crowd below.

With a bang, the water splashed everywhere, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled down from the broom. His arm was hanging there at a very strange angle. In the midst of a burst of pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if coming from a distance. He looked closely and saw the golden snitch firmly in his injured hand.

"Ahhh," he said vaguely, "we won." Then he fainted.

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Chapter completed!