Chapter 62:

Chapter 62:

"AND HE HAS DONE IT! CHRISTOPHER MAXWELL, HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! Sweet Merlin! What a catch that was! Did you all see how fast he was going when it he caught it?! The wind pressure was enough to blow up many skirts!!! I meant HATS, professor - It blew up many hats...And so, the score is score is 230 to 40. The Ravenclaw, has won the match, with a 190 point lead!"

*CHEERS*

*CHEERS*

As soon as I landed, my team surrounded me immediately. Captain was the first one to hug me, and then I was lifted into the air, to be bounced up and down, and the crowd cheered as I raised the snitch up in the air.

"Maxwell!"

"Maxwell!"

"Maxwell!"

"Maxwell"

I remembered the 'Weasley is our King' thingy from the common, and sincere hoped that nothing cringy like that be ever be made for me.

(Maxwell plays like a rebel,

He can catch the snitch as well.

Though you better not yell,

Because he can kick your testicles to hell!)

*shudder*

Noonononononono. Not happening.

I came back to reality, and noticed that the crowd was still cheering. If the Slytherin loose, the other two houses would also cheer. Earlier as well, when, I kicked some balls, their were more people cheering, than jeering.

The reason is fairly obvious. The Slytherins already hate me this much just from hurting a single player in a single match.

But the Slytherins have been doing it for all this while.

Really though, I don't blame the Slytherins. The Quidditch on the international level is even more violent. I just don't like people messing with me and mine. And my retaliation just now, though painful, can be healed quite easily with magical means.

Though I would still wear a supporter(groin gaurd) down there from the next match. Prevention is better than...that kind of pain. It reminds of a this Ultimate Jutsu I saw in my previous life, something like...."Thousand Years of Death."

***

"Hey Chris, where are you going? We have a party in the common room!"

As I was exiting the locker room after changing my clothes, Andrea tried to stopped me.

"Ah... I'm going to see my girlfriend." I said casually as I kept walking.

"What?! You have a girlfriend?!"

"Wait! No way you're leaving after dropping the bomb like that!" Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

I hugged her tighter. "Nope. I'm tired. Please carry me." I said as I nuzzled my head into her hair. I had asked her to keep them a bit long and smooth one time. She's always kept them that way since then.

"Oh really? You seemed very energetic back then, when you were celebrating with your Captain, huh?"

"So, are you uncomfortable seeing me hugging someone else?"

"...N-No! O-Of course not. I was clearly just saying that you are just pretending to tired."

"Then, is it alright to hug her?"

"....You can, but then just don't hug me."

"Then, I won't hug her."

She didn't reply, but that seemed to put her mind at ease.

Seeing that the situation had somewhat stabilized, I thought I shouldn't let her carry me anymore.

So, I her gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for carrying me."

Only then did I reluctantly got off her back.

Her cheeks blushed but she still smirked,

"That was only tolerated because of that well placed kick that you delivered to that bastard."

"Oh, did he ever bully you?" I think I need to give him some more...

Dora snorted. "Hah, who can even bully me now? No. He's just...annoying. Always acting arrogant due to his family name while bullying the weak, you know? That kind.

"Oh, believe me, I would know. I had somewhat understood his character already as soon I saw him looking at me with that twisted expression."

No such thing happened. There are just some faces in this world that, you just have an unbearable urge to punch them.

Though it still somewhat eases my mind that he's that bad.

It's just no fun at all to punish those who don't deserve it. Like, I would've at least apologized if he actually turned out to be a person who supported muggleborns and said it all happened in sportsmanship. Fat chance though.

"Just tell me the name of the next guy you want me send to the hospital wing."

At that Dora grinned.

***

A.N.: I wrote a short chapter on purpose. Now, stone me to death. Though, there's really one kind of stones you can throw...

POWERSTONES!!!!

Bring it!!!