On the eve of the exams, a tense atmosphere pervades the castle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

While everyone was forced to shift all their energy away from the Eight-Eyed Spider and focus on their studies, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team had to squeeze in time to do their homework after Quidditch training every day.

Not to mention, they now have to discuss tactics endlessly with Wood.

This year's Quidditch Final, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, will take place on the first Saturday after Easter.

The Slytherins had a two-hundred-point lead on tour, which meant that Harry would have to score more than that number to win the trophy. And the burden of scoring falls mainly on Harry, as he can get one hundred and fifty points for catching the Golden Snitch.

Every day at the dinner table, Evan could hear Wood constantly telling Harry, "So, you have to only catch it when we're over fifty points ahead." It was only when we were up by more than fifty points, Harry, or we would have won the game and we wouldn't have gotten the trophy. You've got to do that, right? If we've got more than 50 points, you've got to ......."

"I know, Oliver!" exclaimed Harry, "this is the twenty-third time you've told me about it!"

"We have to be careful, the Slytherins already know that you have a firebolt, and they must have thought of a tactic to deal with it. Wood shifted the conversation to tactical set-up, "We're going to focus on scoring in this game and overpower the Slytherins. You're the key in this game, Harry, and you've got to be 50 points ahead ...... us."

With the exception of Wood, the entire Gryffindor House is obsessed with the upcoming game.

Just thinking about it is exciting enough, since Ron's second brother, the legendary Charlie Weasley, has not won a trophy at Gryffindor.

All Gryffindors want to win this game, and everyone can't wait.

Especially considering the many feuds between Gryffindor and Slytherin, between Harry and Malfoy, and what happened during the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match, it had made Harry determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the entire school.

They're training day and night, trying to find the best in the team.

The Slytherins, on the other hand, train far less frequently than Gryffindor, and now gather together with gloomy faces all day long, staring at Harry and the rest of the players with ill intentions, as if they were planning to win the game in other ways.

As time went on, tensions between the two teams and the two houses had reached a point where they were on the verge of erupting. Harry was having a hard time right now, and Wood had already given an order that Harry must be accompanied wherever he went, in case the Slytherin men prevented Harry from playing.

Harry cared even more about the safety of the firebolt than he cared about himself, locking it in a box when he wasn't using it, and often rushing back to Gryffindor to see if it was still there during recess.

Like Harry and Hermione, who were unusually busy, Evan didn't have much time.

In addition to the pressure of the academy's classes, and the need to continue his magical studies in the library, he also had to try to find a way to infiltrate the Alagog lair.

In this regard, Evan has not made much progress.

There was no way he could break in, and there was no magic known to Evan that could sneak into Aragog's lair and kill it silently under the noses of hundreds or thousands of eight-eyed spiders.

Thinking about it, it is more feasible to fly directly into it.

Evan had to find his Light Wheel 2000 from under the bed, and every afternoon when there were no classes, he went to the field to practice flying.

Now, young wizards can often see Gryffindor's Quidditch team practicing high in the air, while Evan alone flies slowly underneath them on a broomstick.

Everyone pointed fingers at him and wondered what Evan was doing.

You know, he's always been the focus of attention for young wizards, especially at a sensitive moment like the start of the Quidditch final, and Evan's behavior is too suspicious.

The Slytherins were suspicious of the rumors that Evan was the secret weapon of the Gryffindor team, but they didn't dare to harass Evan as they did with Harry and the other players. Like Snape, they now ignored all of Aven's actions.

With a lot of practice, Aven's fear of heights has been somewhat alleviated.

Even if he couldn't fly as well as Harry, he wasn't even able to fly into the air on top of a broomstick.

After mastering some flying skills, Evan became more and more skeptical of the possibility of using a broomstick to infiltrate the Alagog lair.

Carrying a broom with him to fight the eight-eyed spider is a picture that makes people laugh just thinking about it.

He didn't go there to do cleaning, he couldn't just fly in without a head, and then fly back with the same broomstick without caring about anything, and the probability of success of this method is too low......

Time passed, and Evan still hadn't made much progress.

On the eve of the race, he had to stop flying practice and completely abandon this somewhat fanciful approach. In fact, all daily activities in the Gryffindor common room stopped, and even Hermione put down her books.

"I can't study, I can't concentrate. She said nervously.

There was a lot of noise around, and Fred and George Weasley said that the living voices were louder and more pompous than usual as a way to relieve stress.

Oliver squatted in a corner in front of a model of the Quidditch pitch and directed the little people on the pitch with his wand, muttering something as Angelina, Arya and Katie laughed at the jokes Fred and George told.

Harry and Ron sat together, and the two of them even avoided Hermione and Aven, always muttering something to the point where they seemed to be discussing the next day's game.

No one cared about the upcoming exams, no one cared about the eight-eyed spiders and centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, only Evan was still thinking about it from time to time, thinking about sneaking into the dangerous and eerie eight-eyed spider's lair alone......

Every time Evan thought about it, he had a terrible feeling that something big was struggling to get out of his stomach.

"Relax, Aven, don't think about centaurs and eight-eyed spiders. Hermione closed the book in her hand, and she seemed to see what Evan was thinking, "You've always told me not to put too much pressure on yourself, and so have you. Regarding the demands made by the centaurs, we can figure it out together, and it's not your business alone. ”

"I know, I'm just ......," Evan defended.

"Come on, Harry looks more nervous than you are, we should go over and comfort him. Hermione pulled Evan over, "It's really not a good time to study, there's no way to concentrate. (To be continued.) )