Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 233 Harry's Fan Club

"What bad news?"

My heart shuddered.

"From now on, we will take turns to be the Seeker every year. This means that next year, you won't be able to see me holding the Golden Snitch!"

Draco ruffled my hair deliberately.

"Damn it!" I thought it was something serious!

"Haha, you little liar! I'm just fooling you this time..."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.

The fresh scent of grass and trees surrounded me.

I finally realized that it wasn't any perfume, but the scent that Draco himself exuded.

"Harry doesn't plan to use the Nimbus 2001 sponsored by his father..." Draco frowned and said, "He wants to use the broom left by Uncle James..."

James Potter used to be a chaser for Gryffindor, and Harry inherited his will and became a chaser as well, which was also a psychological comfort.

"Draco, are you really willing to step down from the position of Seeker next year?" I asked tentatively.

"Of course I'm reluctant! But I have to admit that Harry has great talent! His body is very coordinated and flexible..."

Oh my god, the two mortal enemies in the original novel actually praised each other so much!

Harry also praised Draco's flying ability to me.

These two guys...

If I didn’t know that they were straight, I wouldn’t even be able to help but think of something wrong!

"But Uncle James' broom should no longer be suitable for today's games..." I speculated.

"That's right, so we need to fly more skillfully... Harry has been practicing hard..." Draco looked out the window.

It is noon now, the weather is hot and the sun is very dazzling.

There was no one else practicing on the Quidditch pitch except Harry.

His face was sunburned red, and his originally fluffy hair was now almost stuck to his scalp.

Wearing heavy protective gear, in the already sultry weather, his clothes stuck to his body, outlining the lines of his tight muscles.

There were many Harry fans gathered in the stands.

They were chattering and laughing.

It is popular among Western girls to tan their skin, dye their hair golden yellow and become a blonde.

It seems that tanning + dyeing hair blonde is a major aesthetic trend.

Among them are members of Harry's fan club.

Most of them were from Slytherin.

Some senior girls wore tight T-shirts and shorts, revealing their sexy bodies.

Harry practiced alone without looking around, seemingly not taking them seriously.

The girls were having so much fun that they all cheered for Harry.

Not far away, with striking red hair draped over her shoulders, was the first-year student Ginny Weasley.

She was in the corner of the stands, keeping a certain distance from the support club.

"Hey! Gryffindor! Are you here to spy on the enemy?"

Slytherins are particularly sensitive to Gryffindor's classic colors.

The leader of the fan club looked Ginny up and down and stood in front of the girl.

"Weasley, I have rejected your application. You are not welcome here."

"As long as you like Harry, why can't I join? Besides, now is not the Slytherin Quidditch team's training time, anyone can come here! You have no right to kick me out!"

Ginny spoke so many words in one breath that she almost couldn't catch her breath.

She was afraid to stop, so she didn't dare to continue.

The fan club captain's face darkened: "Don't be shameless! Do you want me to tell the truth?"

"What do you mean?"