Seeing Madam Hooch walk towards the Castle with Neville, Ron excitedly rushed to Nios's side.
"Nios! That throw just now was too accurate!"
"Exactly! If you join the Quidditch team, you'll definitely become the top Chaser!" Even Draco was uncharacteristically excited.
Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but retort to Draco, "This doesn't seem like a good thing for you Slytherin, does it?"
Draco's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, but he still said arrogantly, "Hmph! My father is a school governor! As long as Nios is willing, let alone joining the Slytherin Quidditch team, it would be easy for him to even transfer houses!"
Harry was not to be outdone: "Why should Nios go to Slytherin? Why don't you come to Gryffindor?"
This remark made Draco's face alternate between green and pale.
Nios ignored their argument.
In his opinion, such harmless competition sometimes enhances team camaraderie.
He walked to the side, laid the broom flat on the ground, and lay directly on it.
The broom then floated steadily, carrying him suspended about twenty centimeters above the grass, like a moving salted fish.
The other Wizards' attention was drawn by Harry and Draco's quarrel, and almost no one noticed this side.
However, Hermione's peripheral vision caught sight of the floating "salted fish."
She quietly backed out of the crowd, quickly walked to Nios's side, and warned in a low voice, "You'll make Madam Hooch angry!"
Nios didn't care: "It's not a big problem. I just added five points. After deducting them, it should be enough for Madam Hooch to cool down."
Hermione was clearly a bit annoyed: "Why do you always try to deduct all your points after gaining them?!"
Nios sat up, sat cross-legged on the broom, and said self-righteously, "The points I added, of course, must be deducted by me. If someone else deducted them, wouldn't I lose out?"
Hermione wanted to refute this twisted logic but couldn't find the right words for a moment.
"Then... what if we don't win the House Cup?" She tried a different angle.
Nios lay back down and waved his hand casually: "Trust me, don't live so tiringly. For the next seven years, the House Cup winner will be ours every year."
He believed that a certain old fox, in order to cultivate Harry, would definitely let Gryffindor win the championship every year.
Just then, a cry of surprise erupted from the crowd!
Hermione quickly ran over; Harry and Draco were actually chasing each other in the air on their brooms! She hurriedly asked Ron what was going on.
"Just now, they were still arguing about which house Nios should go to," Ron said quickly, "Draco said Slytherin could provide better flying training, and Harry said Slytherin players were clumsy, while Gryffindor players had better skills..."
"Get to the point! Ron!" Hermione's voice became sharp with urgency.
Ron quickly added: "Then Draco suggested a match! Harry hesitated for a moment but still agreed! The rule is a thirty-second chase! First, Draco chases Harry, then they switch! Whoever touches the other first wins!"
After hearing Ron's explanation, Hermione's heart was in her throat, and she shouted into the air: "You two come down quickly! Madam Hooch will severely punish you when she comes back!"
However, the two in the air were already hot-blooded, their minds filled only with the desire for victory.
Harry's flying was a bit shaky at first, but he quickly found that he could predict Draco's flight path!
Moreover, he flew more and more smoothly, as if he had merged with the broom.
Seeing this scene, Draco was also secretly alarmed.
He had practiced a lot at home, even imitating the difficult moves of professional players.
He considered his skills proficient, but Harry's displayed talent and adaptability far exceeded his expectations.
When he chased Harry, the other party was as slippery as an eel.
And when Harry chased him back, the oppressive feeling of being firmly locked on made him nowhere to escape.
Nios lay leisurely on the broom, enjoying this "fly-style" dogfight in the air.
Hermione anxiously rushed back to his side: "If they fall, can you catch them?"
Nios gave her an "OK" gesture.
Hermione then slightly relaxed, but her gaze remained nervously fixed on the sky.
The Wizards on the lawn looked up, their exclamations rising and falling.
"It's such a shame Neville didn't see this!" Ron exclaimed.
After several rounds of intense chasing, both of them were nearing their physical limits.
At this point, Draco's turn was about to end, and both knew that the next round would definitely decide the winner!
As soon as thirty seconds were up, Draco suddenly flipped over, trying to gain distance.
Harry reacted extremely quickly, making a neat tail-whip turn and biting close!
Draco felt Harry getting closer and closer, and a risky plan surfaced in his mind.
He suddenly accelerated, charging straight towards the Castle's outer wall!
At the moment of imminent collision, he pulled hard on the broom handle, ascending rapidly!
Harry showed no weakness, following closely with a sudden upward surge!
Draco ascended to a high point, then immediately dived towards the ground at a nearly vertical angle! Harry followed without hesitation!
Just as they were about to hit the ground, Draco used his last strength to pull the broom hard, narrowly skimming the grass.
Harry held on tightly but found that Draco's speed suddenly dropped, and his hand holding the broom actually let go!
The continuous extreme maneuvers drained Draco's last bit of energy, and he actually fainted directly on the broom!
Harry wanted to catch him, but he too was at the end of his rope.
Just then, a little pink ball flew through the air!
Harry's heart relaxed, knowing that Nios had made his move!
But he was still uneasy, forcing himself to accelerate and keep up just in case.
Sure enough, the expected little pink soft cushion did not appear!
'Could it be that the distance is too far, and Nios doesn't have time to activate little pink with water?!'
This terrifying thought made Harry anxious, desperately accelerating to try and catch the falling Draco.
Just as his fingertips almost touched the hem of Draco's robe!
A powerful jet of water suddenly erupted from the ground, precisely aimed at the little pink on the ground!
The hope in Harry's eyes instantly turned into horror! He understood! This was a trap!!!
Boom!!!
A loud bang exploded at the edge of the Castle, and smoke and dust filled the air!
The Wizards exclaimed and rushed towards the scene.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a giant little pink, five meters high and ten meters wide, stood there.
Inside the little pink, Draco remained in a falling posture, while Harry was frozen in the act of reaching out to grab him.
The only difference was that the hair and eyebrows on both their heads had vanished without a trace, their heads gleaming brightly in the sunlight!
Trapped in the little pink, Harry watched the Wizards outside laughing uncontrollably, a tear of grief and indignation rolling down his cheek.
He finally experienced Neville's despair firsthand.
Draco below had actually been shaken awake long ago, but he kept his eyes tightly shut, unwilling to open them. He truly didn't have the courage to face this public humiliation.
Hermione looked at this comical scene and couldn't help but let out a "pfft" of laughter, turning to the floating Nios and saying, "You definitely did that on purpose."
Nios spread his hands with an innocent expression: "It was clearly just too far, and the water flow control wasn't precise enough, how can you blame me?"
Just then, Hermione's peripheral vision caught sight of a dark green figure walking quickly in the distance. Her face changed, and she hurriedly pulled Nios: "Let them out quickly! Professor McGonagall is here!"
Nios didn't delay either, quickly casting a spell.
The little pink instantly dehydrated and shrunk, and Harry and Draco fell back to the ground in a disheveled state.
Professor McGonagall had already arrived. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, finally settling on the two shiny bald heads, her brows furrowed tightly.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said coldly, "and Mr. Chaos. Follow me!"