Chapter 852：

They said they were relieved, but they were fighting endlessly in their hearts.

"Don't lose, Malfoy."

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In Silver Cross Hospital, there was no one on the bed where Astoria was originally.

Mr. Greengrass bit his nails and paced back and forth in the ward.

He looked nervous and looked at the game on the TV from time to time.

"Witch King bless me, my daughter is safe."

Mrs. Greengrass clasped her hands together and prayed for the child over and over again, hoping that her voice would be heard by the Witch King.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, causing Mr. Greengrass to stop.

Astoria's situation is not optimistic. She is galloping on the Quidditch field, but after getting off the broom, she is still particularly fragile.

Silver Cross Hospital detected some hidden defects in the body.

But she hoped that her husband could become a father without regrets and not let Malfoy accompany him.

Now that his daughter was bleeding heavily, Mr. Greengrass came to his wife, held her hand, and prayed with her.

The Witch King bless you.

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"The game has entered the match point!"

"England are 150250 behind!"

"They still have a chance!"

Ernie roared excitedly. He said so, but his eyes drifted to the sky.

The sky there was gloomy, and it seemed that even God was not helping the England team.

On rainy days, it is even more difficult to find the Golden Snitch.

Malfoy was anxious, and his mind was always thinking about his wife in the hospital.

He wanted to end the game as soon as possible. This was his mentality. It was as if the curse was beginning to take effect. He didn't see a trace of the Golden Snitch.

Suddenly, Krum moved.

Fake action?

Or is it true?

Malfoy's mind turned quickly, and then he rushed out with him.

"It was Krum's fake move! Malfoy was fooled!" Ernie's heart rose in his throat.

Seeing Krum's Wronsky using a fake move to deceive Malfoy, causing him to fall heavily into the quagmire.

The game was paused while the referee checked Malfoy's injury.

"Go on!" Malfoy stood up and picked up the broom.

His children are waiting for the blessing of this champion.

His right foot felt a dull pain, but he endured it.

Krum used to be the pinnacle he looked up to, but now that he is competing on the same stage, he has reasons why he cannot lose.

Krum paid tribute to his behavior, "You are a respectable opponent, Draco Malfoy."

"I hope you will still be generous when you lose." Malfoy snorted coldly.

The game continues, it is a tough battle.

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"No, the curse is triggered in the pregnant woman's body!"

"Use the emerald potion!"

"No, it can't be stopped!"

"This is...blood curse!"

The therapist at Silver Cross Hospital was in despair.

It turned out to be a blood curse, hidden in the body, waiting for the opportunity like a poisonous snake.

To devour this mother and daughter.

Astoria's face was covered with sweat. She closed her eyes tightly and murmured: "Draco."

…

"Draco."

Malfoy turned his head suddenly, and he heard his wife's call.

It was also this time that he turned his head and saw it.

That flash of gold.

"Malfoy moved! He didn't hesitate!" Ernie shouted excitedly, "He found the Golden Snitch!"

"At the match point of 200340, he saw the snitch!"

Krum was also aware of all this, and without hesitation, he also chased after him.

The golden snitch on a rainy day becomes even more elusive under the reflection of rain.

The hazy weather and the resistance brought by the wind.

The golden snitch became as cunning as a loach.

From the sky to the ground, then above the auditorium and below the commentary desk.

The voices of the audience gradually disappeared without knowing when, and their eyes followed the two afterimages.

Hold your breath, for fear that you will affect this game.

This is a historic moment.

Chase, still chase.

A little bit close, always a little bit close.

Malfoy and Krum have reasons why they cannot lose.

They used all kinds of tricks, colliding, spinning, and knocking on the broom.

But no one can take that distance.

The Golden Snitch is the God of Quidditch who comes to the world and uses all his tricks to trick those who chase him.

The goggles were soaked by the rain, and the spell on them had expired.

Among all the scenery, Malfoy's eyes were only filled with the golden color.

Close, yet far.

Trembling arms, painful right foot.

His heart throbbed, as if something was moving away from him.

"No! I don't allow it!"

Malfoy is crazy.

The Golden Snitch turned again, and twice in a row.

This is the bad taste of the God of Quidditch playing with mortals. Krum slowed down, he always played steadily.

But at this moment.

An afterimage flashed across the corner of his eyes.

That's a lamb who can't see the way forward clearly and fights to the death.

Malfoy bowed his waist and pulled suddenly.

The firebolt bends at an amazing angle.

Ernie boiled and roared: "It's here! Wick Arc!"

An arc that is so curved that one is afraid of breaking is a desperate struggle.

Holding your breath until your face turns blue, the audience forgets what it feels like to breathe.

Chase!

Keep chasing!

I am not a genius, I can only use my hard work and craziness over and over again to bring you and me closer!

This time, it's not because of you.

Potter.

​For my children.

​For my wife.

For the honor I cherish.

"For eternal glory!"

He was still a little bit close, just a little bit there.

He looked at the golden haze less than an inch between his fingers, as if it was as far away as a chasm.

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"Dip-"

The dormant curse finally defeated the healer's methods.

The blood line entering the heart will devour the mother and fetus.

There is nothing you can do.

The therapist was silent, and he sighed, "Let's talk to the family."

There are always regrets.

Even in the magical world, it is still inevitable.

this is the truth.

Even a wizard's hospital cannot guarantee all cures.

The door of the operating room was opened.

It was a long, narrow and empty corridor.

Astoria opened her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes, looking at the blurry and mysterious golden light.

She raised her hand.

Just a little bit.

The hand lost strength and slowly dropped.

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Hands hanging down.

A distance that cannot be crossed.

The unwillingness in Malfoy's eyes.

"You will come again and again and again!"

He roared angrily and flew out of the broom range.

Why should I give up on something right in front of me?

Grab it!

Raise your hands!