"Shake hands with the captains!" cried out Mrs. Hooch, "get on your broom and listen to my whistle...... Three...... Two...... One ......"

As soon as the whistle blew, the players of both teams kicked the frozen ground hard, and fifteen brooms flew into the sky almost simultaneously.

“...... Okay, now they're going. I think everyone will be surprised to see the team that Potter has put together this semester. On the narrator's desk, a tall, skinny, yellow-haired, sloppy boy with a staggered nose was standing there, talking into the magic microphone.

Hufflepuff fifth-year Zacharis Smith served as the game's commentator on an ad hoc basis.

It's no secret that Mr. Smith has always had a bit of a grudge against Harry Potter - mainly due to the tragic death of his best friend at Mr. Potter's side more than a year ago......

So his commentary on the game was clearly biased in favor of Slytherin: "Gryffindor's new goalkeeper is Cowmike McLagan, not Ron Weasley, who was a good performer in last semester's game, which makes people a little worried about them...... And the goalkeeper position is also very likely to become Gryffindor's biggest weakness......"

'The first time Slytherin went on goal, it was Urquhart flying across the pitch quickly,' Zacharis shouted:

"Oh, very bad save, McLagan was completely misguided...... As I had predicted, the goalkeeper position could be a breakthrough for Slytherin...... Urquhart scored, 10-0, and Gryffindor took the lead!"

......

On the bench, Professor Minerva McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor House, was watching the game with some worry and intent.

She looked nervous, and the situation of the match was obviously quite unfavorable for Gryffindor -

Goalkeeper Comike McLagan was cursed and with half an hour of play going on, he still hasn't made a successful save...... On the contrary, the player behind him has been pierced eleven times by the Slytherin chasers.

Despite the same efforts of Gryffindor's chasers (Ginny Weasley alone scored four goals for Gryffindor), they still trailed 60-110.

Compared to Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who is also a supporter of Gryffindor, seems to be a little interested.

He opened the box of Volks' assorted toffees that Professor McGonagall had placed in front of him, and after tasting a few pieces, he seemed to be thinking about something...... Occasionally, he would glance up at the scoreboard.

“...... Urquhart again, well done...... At 120:60, Slytherin's lead was already huge. Zacharis-Smith was already in the commentary box and shouted with some excitement: "McLagan's performance today was extremely clumsy, and I have to say that Potter chose the wrong goalkeeper for him and paid a heavy price......

“...... Behold, Potter was diligently searching for the Golden Snitch. He seemed to want to end the fight on his own...... This seems to be the only way Gryffindor can win...... But the weather in the arena today is very gloomy, and this is not a good weather for finding the snitch quickly......"

Zacharis's extremely biased explanation had already made Professor McGonagall glare at him, but he didn't realize it.

Unlike Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was engrossed in the game, Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin House, seemed to sense something unusual about the headmaster.

He quietly approached Dumbledore's location while the other professors in the school bench were focused on the game.

"Dumbledore?" Professor Snape asked in a low voice.

"Oh, Severus...... What's wrong?" Dumbledore said in the same low voice, with a slight brow raised.

"Looks like your right arm ......" Snape glanced at the headmaster's arm with a solemn face, and sighed softly, "Pretty serious, isn't it...... With your strength, you can be injured like this...... The situation must be serious!"

Albus Dumbledore seemed slightly stunned, but he immediately reacted, he nodded and replied calmly, "It's a little beyond my expectations, but it's not as serious as you described......"

“...... At least for the next few months, it will cost me my life. Dumbledore added, then smiled and nodded to Professor Snape, "Besides, that's not what I was thinking about. ”

"Oh?" Professor Snape looked up in surprise.

"I found ...... Slytherin's Seeker, Mr. Draco Malfoy, did not appear in the tournament. Dumbledore seemed to bring it up inadvertently.

"Draco......" Snape snorted, "his 'terrible' plan is still underway, I've been approaching him lately to figure out the true orders and methods the Dark Lord has given him...... He looked like he was about to be convinced by me, and told me almost everything several times...... It's not too difficult to stop him......"

"Stop?" Albus Dumbledore shook his head, "Severus, I think you should help him...... Give him real help. ”

"Help?" Snape glanced at Dumbledore with some suspicion, "You can't forget, the Dark Lord borrowed his purpose." ”

"Of course not, don't you just want my life. Dumbledore smiled, "Trust me, Severus......"

There was a sudden burst of eager cheers around......

Snape nodded solemnly to Dumbledore, and left him without leaving a trace.

......

“...... It's a shame......" Zacharith Smith shouted in disappointment from the commentary box: "Harry Potter has captured the Golden Snitch ......"

Zacharis could not hide his disappointment, and explained weakly: "...... As a result, 210:70 would have been in Slytherin, which was in the lead...... will lose the near-win 210-220...... Let's cheer for the victor Gryffindor...... Alas......"

A Gryffindor player who didn't stop the car crashed straight into the commentary stand...... Zacharis, from the ruins, let out a scream.

At the same time, the entire Quidditch pitch was surrounded by a sea of red and gold cheers.

"What a good game, isn't it......" Albus Dumbledore was clapping his hands and shouting in the school bench.

He looked happy.

PS: I'm really sorry, I suddenly had a fever on the night of the 27th, and I had to take some medicine and then sleep, and my body has only been slightly better until now. I didn't have time to ask for leave for everyone, sorry sorry......