With the exception of Slytherin, the students of the other three houses all seemed to be together, cheering for Gryffindor, and Hermione and Sivin stood on the high platform and watched the Gryffindor team enter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Xiwen looked at the little Lori Hermione beside him with a surprised expression, he had never imagined that such a petite creature could make such a loud cheering sound. Looking at the little Lori screaming excitedly, her cheeks were flushed with force and breathlessness, but she seemed to be even more cute.

"Today is the first Hogwarts Quidditch match of the 1991-1992 school year, against Slytherin and Gryffind-Do-" Jordan Lee, who was sitting in the teacher's stand, was holding up the microphone and commenting loudly. The red-clad Gryffindors and the green-clad Slytherins weave through the air, and the people below wave the bunting and cheer loudly.

"The players are already in place, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team and the goalkeeper, and Angelina Johnson, the chaser, what a wonderful and charming girl, oh, I'm sorry Professor McGonagall" After being glared at by Professor McGonagall, Lee Jordan honestly began to continue the commentary under the professor's close watch, "Chasers Arya Spinnett, Katie Bell, the batsman Weasley twins, Seeker Harry Potter!"

"There's the Troll Chaser from Team Slytherin, and their captain, Marcus Flint, oh, Lady Hooch is teeing off. I don't know if George Fred's friend Lee Jordan did it on purpose or by chance, and gave up on continuing to explain the composition of the Slytherin members, which caused a boo in the Slytherin audience.

"Now, everybody's on the lookout, and I want to see a good and clean game. Lady Hooch was visibly accentuating the Slytherin team, especially their captain, Marcus, who was not a student. Harry had heard George Fred explain that guy's style of play was a bit dirty.

After the start of the game, it was almost a one-sided crushing game.

"Angelina Johnson scores! Gryffindor adds 10 points!"

"Slytherin's goalkeeper Bleitch passes the ball to Flint, who rushes towards Gryffindor! Good Wood holds the ball! He's not fighting alone, he's ...... Sorry professor"

"Okay, great dribbling, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson have once again managed to break through the Slytherin defence, goooooooal!

However, the style of the game suddenly changed, and the Slytherin style began to get dirty, and it was normal for the batsman to smash the Quaffle on people, followed by various elbow strikes, kicks, and other small actions.

"Harry Potter! He swooped down, he must have found the Golden Snitch in track, and Slytherin's Terrence Higgins followed him, oh, how despicable! Flint almost knocked Harry off the broomstick. Lee Jordan shouted nervously.

In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted: "Send him off, referee!

"It's not football, Dean," Ron reminded him, "you can't take someone off the field in Quidditch - and what's a red card?"

As a member of Gryffindor, seeing this situation, Li Jordan found it difficult to be impartial.

"In this way--after that obvious and despicable act of cheating just now-"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall yelled under her breath.

"I mean, after that blatant and offensive foul play just now—"

"Jordan, I warn you—"

"Okay, okay. Flint almost killed the Gryffindor Seeker, and I'm sure this kind of thing happens to everyone, so the Gryffindor team made a free throw, which was picked up by Alia, and she passed the ball away, and it went well, and the game went on, and the Gryffindor team still had the ball. ”

"Look, Harry looks like he's going to fall off the broomstick, how could it be, he's pretty good at the broomstick," Hermione shouted anxiously as she put down her binoculars.

"Think of a way," Ron looked at her with a pale face.

At this time, it seemed that the others had noticed that Harry's broomstick began to roll incessantly, and Harry could barely hold on to it.

Hermione quickly held the binoculars up in front of her eyes again, and then scanned the spectator seats around the arena. Soon she locked onto her target, slammed the binoculars against the guardrail, and handed it to Ron, "Look, Snape's side." Wait" She seemed to remember something, and regained the binoculars, this time with a strangely puzzled expression.

She bit her lip and thought was interrupted by Ron, "Hermione, think of a way, Harry can't hold it anymore" Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

Hermione decisively drew her wand and whispered, "Cover me." Then he disappeared from the crowd.

Ron turned the telescope back at Harry. The broomstick vibrated so violently that Harry couldn't have hung it for long. The audience all stood up and watched in horror. George Fred flew up to pull Harry safely to one of their broomsticks, but it didn't - every time they approached him, the broomsticks jumped higher. So, they landed a little and swirled underneath him, apparently trying to catch him as he fell. Marcus Flynn grabbed the Quaffle and hit it five times, but no one paid any attention to him.

Hermione struggled her way through the crowd to the stand below the observation deck, and whispered "Flames" bright flames shot out of her wand and swept over the robes that hung from between the stands. He quickly withdrew his wand and climbed out of the small underground passage, returning to his own stand. At this time, seeing Siwen looking at her with the corners of her mouth curled, Hermione took a deep breath, "How is Harry?"

"Alright, the broom won't shake anymore," Ron let out a sigh of relief.

"However, there was a lot of commotion on the teacher's viewing platform. Siwen pointed to the frying pan-like viewing platform, and if his eyes were good enough, he could still see the people slapping the bottom of his robes. High in the air, Harry quickly rode onto his broomstick and dived downward.

Terrence Higgins followed Harry closely, but was about to hit the ground, and the performance of sweeping the Seven Stars was not too good, so Higgins had to hold on to the dive and pull up the broomstick, while Harry slammed the broom up almost as he hit the ground, and flew forward almost against the ground.

Harry stood up, his feet on the two thousand wheels like tightropes, and reached out to try to grab the flickering snitch in front of him. However, even the latest series of barewheels couldn't sustain a long-term standing position, and Harry stumbled and tumbled forward. There was an exclamation from the stands.

Fortunately, Harry rolled forward in time to remove his strength, and stood up with his hands on the ground, but covered his mouth as if he had an upset stomach.

"Harry looks like he's going to throw up?" muttered Hagrid, who was standing at the back of the stands with his binoculars in his hands struggling to obscure the young wizards' vision.

Harry did vomit, and it was indeed a golden snitch with a mysterious liquid drawing. He raised his hand, and Mrs. Hodge saw the whistle blow for the end of the game—

Gryffindor - Winning -

A moment of silence was followed by deafening cheers and shouts. and Slytherin's complaints, "He didn't catch the Snitch at all, he almost ate the Snitch!" "It would be better if we found a Tree Frog to be the Seeker next time." Something like that.

Harry felt that the sky had never been clearer than it was today.