Hermione's death sentence touched Hermione, and after she offered to apologize, the trio reconciled. Ron had already taken over the matter of the Buckbeak case. When he wasn't doing his homework, he was engrossed in reading the big thick files, which were titled "The Psychological Handbook of Hippogriffs", "Fowl or Monsters?", and "A Study of the Barbarism of Hippogriffs".

P.A., Phoenix they started school to make a polyjuice decoction, but it wasn't really complicated. Due to the crafting cycle, they had to constantly add potions to the cauldron, and Hermione knew it well. When they were in the second grade, they secretly boiled it once, and there was a small accident.

The Easter holidays aren't really relaxing. There has never been so much homework for third-graders.

"What do they think, it's going to be a final. One afternoon, Draco yelled in the common room that he was still struggling with papers and Quidditch training.

Phoenix is surprised to see that even Crabbe and Goyle are reading, but Phoenix doubts that they can read the words.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin tournament will take place on the first Saturday after Easter. The Slytherins had a two-and-thirty lead on the tour. In other words, to win the trophy, they had to catch the Golden Snitch before Gryffindor had an eighty-point lead. On paper, it was an easy game. It's not easier than you think, and Gryffindor have always had very good suitors, and usually no team can bite them in terms of scores.

Flint figured that Wood would let Harry fly with Phoenix, which would disrupt his vision.

The entire Slytherin house is obsessed with the upcoming game. The animosity between Harry and Malfoy has reached its highest point. Malfoy was haunted by the sludge throwing incident in Hogsmeade, which Phoenix knew neither about nor cared about.

In everyone's memory, there was no match as full of gunpowder as this one.

By the time the Easter holidays had passed, tensions between the two teams and the houses had reached a point where they were on the verge of erupting. There were a few small fights in the hallway that turned vicious, with a fourth-year Gryffindor and a sixth-year Slytherin both admitted to the school hospital with leeks sticking out of their ears.

Harry had a particularly hard time. On his way to class, there were always Slytherin men who stuck out their legs and tripped him to the ground, and Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went, and when they saw Harry surrounded by people, they looked disappointed and walked away listlessly.

Gryffindor didn't bother with Phoenix, but his fans always made him late for class because he was always surrounded by a large group of chirpers.

On the eve of the game, all daily activities in the Slytherin House common room were stopped.

Everyone was nervous, nervous not knowing what to do.

Draco scribbled on the parchment with his pen, unaware of what he was doing. Montagu's lips squirmed, as if he were chanting a mantra or cheering himself up. Melinda has always given him encouragement. Nott's and Brace's gaze kept wandering between Phoenix and Draco, then whispered a few words, lingering again, repeating.

The others didn't dare to make a loud noise, and bowed their heads to make all kinds of cheering props to be used tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll go to bed. Phoenix didn't want to stay any longer, so he said goodnight to the team and went back to his dorm. No sooner had he changed into his pajamas, and Draco had returned. Seeing that he was absent-minded, Phoenix didn't say anything, rolled over to bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, when the rest of the Phoenix and Slytherin teams entered the auditorium, there was a round of applause. Phoenix saw that there were also people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables applauding him.

Phoenix sat down next to Draco, his face paler than usual.

"Relax, we'll win. He filled himself a bowl of porridge, and Draco nodded.

The Gryffindor team was quickly blasted onto the pitch by their captain in order to familiarise the players with the field. As the team members left the auditorium, they were applauded.

"Let's go. Phoenix stood up and said to everyone like a captain.

"When you're done eating, let's go to the game. Melinda was more nervous than he was, and the food on her plate hadn't moved.

"Don't worry, eat after the game. Phoenix's confident smile and persuasive words swept away everyone's previous uneasiness.

Amid the applause of their classmates, they walked to the court step by step.

The players strode forward with their heads held high, they had Peverell, and there was nothing to fear. There are a few people who can receive the Order of Merlin of the 1st degree at this age,

Wood walked up the pitch, looking around as the team followed him. Finally he saw the gates of the castle open, and the other students came to the lawn.

When the players changed into dark green and silver-rimmed robes, no one spoke.

"Well, we have the best Seekers and the best broomsticks, crush them. Flint stood in front of the locker room door and gave an unusually short reprimand, and everyone shouted: Crush them.

They walked out of the dressing room and onto the pitch, and there was a lot of noise on the pitch. Half of the crowd wore scarlet roses and waved a scarlet flag with a Gryffindor lion on it, or waved the words "Gryffindor succeeded!" and "Lion Wins Trophy!" and other slogans.

Others held up pictures with the words "Peverell wins!" and some photos of Phoenix holding up the Golden Snitch during the last game.

However, there were two hundred people behind the Slytherin goal wearing green ornaments, and Slytherin's silver serpents glittered on their flags. Professor Snape sat in the front row, wearing a green ornament like everyone else, with an eerie smile on his face.

Lee's comments were drowned out in a flurry of boos from the Slytherin side.

"The Slytherins are here, led by Captain Flint. He'd made some changes in formation, and it seemed like he was going to win with size rather than skill - oh my god, the Slytherin were all armed with firebolts, which-"

The Slytherin side booed even more. However, by the time he could say the second half of the sentence, the cheers of the crowd completely drowned out his voice.

"Captains, shake hands!" Mrs. Hodge said. Wood looked like he had been punched, his eyes fixed on Flint's firebolt.

"Your good fortune has come to an end, Wood. Flint had a sly smile on his face.

"We - will - win. He barely moved, and said it word by word.

Flint and Wood walked over to each other and shook each other's hands as if they wanted to break each other's fingers.

"Get on the broomstick!" Mrs. Hodge said, "Three-two-one!"

Fourteen broomsticks rose into the air, and Hooch's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Phoenix felt his face break through a solid membrane, and the firebolt accelerated extremely quickly. He looked around and saw Harry on a broomstick, speeding towards him. As Flint had predicted, Gryffindor wouldn't give him an easy chance to get close to the Golden Snitch.