On the day of the game, they strode towards the stadium, the frosty grass crunching under their feet. The weather www.biquge.info is wonderful, and no one has seen such a good day since the beginning of the school year. There was not a single cloud, just the warm sunshine and the blue sky of the Walanwa. The pure, yet brilliant blue, combined with the warm sun, makes you want to just lie quietly by the lake, at least that's what Phoenix thinks.

Phoenix cheered up the players and said, "Harper, Vasai, you have to fly where the sun doesn't shine so that the other party can't see you coming." The light is in our favor, and when Rogge organizes an attack, pay attention to the position of the sun—"

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw supported Gryffindor as always, and Slytherin was greeted with a full field of boos.

Phoenix walked up to the referee, Mrs. Hodge, who was standing there preparing to release the ball out of the box. Slytherin's appearance has changed dramatically, and it is no longer the image of a tall man who is tall and tall in the same way. Instead, they became tall, short, fat, thin, and mixed.

"The captains shook hands," she said, and Phoenix showed no mercy, nearly crushing Harry's hand. "Get on a broomstick. Listen to my whistle -- three-two-one-"

As soon as the whistle sounded, the team members kicked the frozen ground hard and rose into the air.

Phoenix circled around the court, looking for the Golden Snitch while vigilantly watching out for Harry as he circled beneath him. At this moment, a voice that was completely different from the previous narrator sounded.

"Okay, now they're leaving. I think everyone will be surprised to see the team that Potter has put together this semester. Many thought that goalkeeper Ron Weasley would probably not be on the team anymore due to his mixed performances last term, but his close personal relationship with the captain certainly helped. But Potter also knew that Ron Weasley was not a goalkeeper, and took advantage of the conflict with Slytherin to decisively replace McLagan with the more reliable. ”

Smith seems to be trying to create contradictions within the Gryffindor team. Phoenix glanced back at the commentary desk on his broomstick. A tall, lanky, yellow-haired, slumped-nosed boy was standing there, gushing into the magic microphone that once belonged to Lee Jordan. It seems to be called Smith, or Steven or something. A Hufflepuff player.

"Oh, the first time Slytherin attacked the goal, it was Baddock who flew quickly across the pitch—"

"-McLagan saves the ball, yes, Gryffindor starts to counterattack-"

He swooped down from the middle of a group of chasers, his eyes searching for the elusive golden snitch.

Half an hour into the game, Slytherin led sixty-ten. McLagan started off okay, but Slytherin worked well together and organised waves of attack. McLagan, however, began to command the team under the praise of the commentary, ignoring the Quaffle flying past him.

Feeling the effect, he changed his goal and began to send Perks and Gut together.

"Of course, Gut doesn't have the physique of a normal batter," Smith said arrogantly, "and the batsmen are generally more muscular—"

"McLagan, please concentrate on what you have to do and don't interfere with others!" Harry turned and yelled at his goalkeeper.

"You're not a good example either!" McLagan roared, his face flushed and angry.

"Potter is arguing with him McLagan," Smith gloated, and the Slytherin crowd below cheered, "Well, this is an opportunity—there's—"

Harry cursed angrily, turned and continued to gallop around the field, searching the sky for the shadow of the little winged orb. Phoenix really wanted to laugh, Smith didn't know what to plan for Slytherin to cooperate so much, why he was so partial to Slytherin. This is the first time on the court.

"Oh, look! The Gryffindor goalkeeper grabbed a batsman's bat. ”

Harry spun around in the air, and sure enough, McLagan snatched the bat from Perks for reasons that only he knew, as if to demonstrate how to play Bludger at the flying Carderavard.

"Give him back the stick and go back to the goal!" Harry roared and lunged at McLagan, who slammed the Bludger and sent it flying.

A piercing scream.

Bludger hits Harry in front of the door, knocking him off the broomstick.

Gut and Perks tugged at their robes before he fell. Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, and soon a group of faculty members carried Harry on a stretcher and took him to the school hospital.

Incredible luck. Without Chasers, Gryffindor couldn't end the game.

When the Department of Magical Sports was founded in 1750, it was established that no other athlete could be substituted in the event of a disability. Teams will continue playing after the injured athlete is off the field. A Quidditch match can only end if the Golden Snitch is caught, or with the consent of the captains of both teams.

Unfortunately, Harry is both captain and Seeker. Phoenix immediately called a timeout.

"Well, as you can see, things have changed. Phoenix exclaimed, others were extra excited, and that this wouldn't happen a few times in a hundred years, "They didn't have a Seeker, they attacked with all their might, and they abandoned their old tactics." Harper, Vasai attack the chaser, whoever dares to take the ball to hit me. Leave me alone—"

Phoenix drew his wand and wrote a message to the Slytherin audience: "Keep an eye on the school hospital."

Madame Pomfrey wasn't going to let Harry get out of the hospital right away, they had hours to do whatever they wanted.

After taking off again, Phoenix didn't go to the Golden Snitch at all and took over the command of the team. Leading the imposing Slytherin team on a rampage, Gryffindor struggled entirely on team honor. The disorganized Gryffindors had no resistance, no unified command, no way to end the game - they couldn't even call a timeout, that was the captain's right.

As he flew past the Gryffindor stands, Phoenix saw a very young Gryffindor student with his hands over his face and didn't want to look any further.

The Slytherins seem to be able to play no matter what. They scored time and time again, and at the other end of the pitch, Daphne saved ball after ball with ease.

Phoenix turned again, and the Golden Snitch flew high above them, shining brightly against the clear blue sky. But he pretended not to see it and continued to direct Rogge's offensive.

Zacharith Smith went even further to orchestrate the Gryffindor team, saying he knew from the outset that Potter's side were weak. Professor McGonagall clutched the Gryffindor scarf tightly in both hands, powerless to rebuke Smith for explaining.