It was the first time since Triwizard that Quidditch had been held, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and after a year, both the students of the House and the Dean of the House were secretly determined to see their side win, although, on the surface, Snape and McGonagall showed no worries.

Privately, McGonagall had already waived Gryffindor for a week's homework. Snape, on the other hand, has almost booked a daily pitch schedule. Training sessions are often watched by Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Academy players. I have to say that for the first battle between the two teams this time, the entire Hogwarts is extremely important.

"Actually, if I win Gryffindor this time, I won't be surprised at all, after all, Gryffindor has a new goalkeeper, not to talk about experience, just to play on the spot, in Ron's usual appearance, his reaction in the official game is really worrying." The day before the match, in the Great Hall, at lunchtime, Lillian was asking about the progress of Malfoy's Quidditch training.

Pansy sat next to Malfoy and suddenly sneered, "Miss Lillian is right, choosing Ron as Gryffindor's goalkeeper is a failure. I've seen them practice, and even in normal practice, there are very few balls that Ron can keep, let alone in a real game. And, it is said, Warrington of our team vowed to personally sweep Ron off the field on Saturday. ”

"Warrington?" Loki's confused voice came from the other side, and the three Augustus walked into the hall from the door of the auditorium.

"With his accuracy, if it's someone around Ron who is going to hit him, I'm afraid Weasley will need to worry."

The smile on Pansy's face faded, and she stood up slightly stiffly and greeted Augustus.

With a slight wave of his hand, he motioned for Pansy to sit down, then turned to Malfoy and said, "Draco, this match against Gryffindor is the first battle since the resumption of the school year, and the school takes it very seriously. Therefore, regardless of success or failure, we must not use any more shady means. ”

Malfoy had a hint of embarrassment on his face, sensing the seriousness in Augustus' tone, and hurriedly assured him that he would not make another mistake.

October ended in a stormy season, and November came, cold as frozen iron, and every morning was a layer of frost, and the icy wind cut the hands and cheeks. The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts wore snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped so much, and many students wore thick dragonskin gloves during breaks in the hallways between classes.

It was a sunny and cold morning on the day of the race.

In the stands, it was full of people. Someone was singing, and the players of both teams walked onto the pitch from under the stands, cheers and whistles resounded throughout the field.

The Slytherins were already standing, also wearing silver badges in the shape of a crown. The new captain, Montay, is of similar stature to Dudley, with thick forearms like hairy hams. Behind him were almost equally stout Crabbe and Goyle, winking stupidly in the sunlight and brandishing their newfound bats. Malfoy stood nearby, the sun shining in his pale blonde hair. He caught Harry's gaze, patted the silver badge on his chest, and smirked.

"The lineup for this game is really good," Lillian said with regret as she looked at the two teams on the field, "Slytherin's batsmen are Crabbe and Goyle, and Gryffindor's goalkeeper is Ron. Looking at it this way, it is indeed a unique competition. ”

Augustus frowned slightly as he looked at Galcrabbe, who was clutching a broom in the field.

"The captains shook hands," the referee called out Mrs. Hooch, and Angelina and Monty came together. Harry could tell Monty was trying to pinch Angelina's finger, but she didn't winch. "Ride a broomstick??"

Mrs. Hodge shoved the whistle into her mouth and blew it hard.

The kick-off was off, and fourteen players took to the air.

"Johnson, Johnson grabbed the Quaffle," Lee's commentary echoed across the field, she dodged Warrington, dodged Monty, she?? Ouch?? She was hit by a Bludger from behind her, and Crabbe hit ?? Monty catches the Quaffle, and Monty rushes back with the ball?? George Weasley hit a beautiful Bludger and flew towards Monty's head, he dropped the Quaffle and was picked up by Katie Bell, Gryffindor's Katie Bell passed back to Arya Spinnet, and Spinnet was right away??

"In terms of general strength, as well as the overall quality of the players, Gryffindor is still slightly stronger." Thor looked at the golden figure flying around in the field and sighed slightly.

"Well, after all, the Gryffindor players have been running in for a long time, and now the only flaw is Ron, but he is a goalkeeper after all, and there are not many opportunities to break this point, so it can only be seen whether Slytherin can grasp it." Lilian analyzed calmly.

"Got away with Warrington, dodged a Bludger?? Where's the hanging, Arya?? The audience likes this, listen to Xin's voice, what are they singing?"

Lee stopped to listen. Augustus' face became a little ugly. The song rang loudly from the silver and green sea of Slytherin in the stands: Weasley's little fool, he won't block a ball, and the Slytherin sings, Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in the dumpster, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley won this game, Weasley was our king.

Lillian couldn't help but laugh. In the afterglow, Augustus' face became colder and colder. Put away your smile and try to suppress it.

"Arya passes the ball back to Angelina!" Lee shouted. Harry turned his direction and felt his internal organs churning, and he knew that Lee was trying to overshadow the song. Warrington raced with the ball and went around Alia and Katie. He's getting closer and closer to Ron."

The singing below grew louder and louder. Weasley is our King.

Weasley was our king, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley was our king.

Harry couldn't control himself, he didn't bother to look for the Golden Snitch and turned to look at Ron, the lone figure on the other side of the pitch standing in front of the three goal rings, and the burly Warrington sped towards him.

"Warrington got the Quaffle, Warrington rushed towards the goal, the Bludger couldn't catch up with him, there was only the goalkeeper in front of him?"

The singing in the Slytherin stands suddenly lit up: Weasley's little fool, he won't block a ball.

Cheers rang out from the Slytherin side: Ron pounced with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his armpit and straight through the goal ring in the middle of the man.