January is fast by, February is here, and now the most anticipated event is the upcoming Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match, which will be crucial, and whoever wins the match will take on Slytherin in the final to claim the glory of this edition of the Quidditch House Cup.

At breakfast the next day, there was a circle of people around Gryffindor House, many Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, also went over to join in the fun, obviously, on the Gryffindor long table, there was a streamlined beautiful broom, fire ballista arrow, even if Augustus was not very interested in this sport, you can also intuitively feel the popularity of this broom and its powerful driving performance, Harry got this broom, it was like a tiger with wings, with his already keen talent, combined with gorgeous equipment, It would be a nightmare for many Seekers.

"Ah, oh, I'm afraid our house is in trouble now, the plot of the matter must be like this, after defeating Ravenclaw logically, taking advantage of the victory to defeat Slytherin in one fell swoop, and finally being crowned in the limelight, if there are no surprises, this year's Quidditch seems to have nothing to look forward to." Lilian feared that the world would not be chaotic, and she drank pumpkin juice while not paying attention.

"How can you raise the morale of others so much to destroy your own prestige, what about fire crossbow arrows, they only have one, we have the whole team of light wheels 2001 provided by my father, well, although the two brooms are not on the same level, however, the external things are always only accessory, the real Quidditch spirit is the spirit of competition, do not abandon, do not give up, how can those stupid lions of Gryffindor understand." Malfoy stood up from the table indignantly and shouted loudly, and the indifferent little snakes around him applauded in alarm.

"That's right, whether it's a duel or Quidditch, how can you give up lightly before the last second arrives, if you are just intimidated by the external conditions of the opponent, no matter how good the talent of such a person is, it is just a waste!" Thor seemed to agree with what Malfoy had said, and nodded.

"Tsk, I'm preaching bloody sentiments again, as a Slytherin, you should judge the situation, step by step, what not to abandon, not to give up, it's complete nonsense, before all the conditions are calculated, just recklessly confront it, such a person is just a fool!" Loki pursed the corners of his lips slightly, disdain in his eyes.

"Hehe, the battle relies on instinct and intuition, let you do everything, in front of the real combat perception and rhythm, you can only be led by the nose by others, a person's battle rhythm is impossible to know through calculation, control the battle situation, with experience and subconscious actions in the battle, you think that every second counts in the fierce battle and there is time for you to calculate carefully, it's a joke." Thor's blue pupils were full of wildness, and his words were oppressive.

"Even the defeated generals dare to talk to me about a duel?" Loki glanced at Thor nonchalantly, "If it weren't for your poor understanding of the duel, you wouldn't have lost so badly last time." How much do you know the essence of dueling? It's just a feeling that the battle is nothing more than a barbarian, and as a magician, the battle relies on the brain, you know! ”

In fact, whether it is Loki's words or Saul's words, there is a bit of his own understanding in it, there is no absolute who is right and who is wrong, the battle is ever-changing in one word, whether it is relying on fine absolute calculation or relying on the intuitive instinct of the battle, in the battle, out of their own rhythm is the real light of victory, the two fighting styles, in fact, are just related to the personalities of the two of them.

Malfoy yawned boredly, he was rather sleepy at the so-called fights and the like, which had nothing to do with him in the first place, he was just a soy sauce beater. Seeing Harry not far away, showing off his broomstick, Malfoy seemed to have found a target for his pastime.

"Surely you can handle that broomstick, Potter?" An indifferent, prolonged voice said.

Draco Malfoy walked over to take a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him.

"yes, probably." Harry said casually.

"There are many characteristics of this broom?" Malfoy said, his eyes shining with malice. "It's a pity it didn't have a parachute?? Just in case you get too close to the Dementors. ”

Pansy covered her mouth and sneered, as did most of the Slytherin students.

"It's a pity, it's a pity you can't have an extra arm, Malfoy," Harry said, "or it could have caught the golden snitch for you." The Gryffindors laughed loudly.

"Oh, it looks like you're not worried about your big friend, hasn't he been in tears these days? That disgusting beast is about to say goodbye to this earthly world, how touching, I seem to have done a good thing for everyone, after all, there is one less brute who can hurt people, don't you say? Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, as if expecting Harry's wrath.

But what was evident was that Harry did not seem to be sad at all, instead showed a strange smile, "Malfoy, well done, you have done a great deed for everyone, and I am sure that when that day comes, all Hogwarts students will be honored for what you have done, and it is really touching to be worthy of being a Slytherin star." Harry feigned a look of humility with a lot of emotion, and Ron had a strange smile on his lips.

Malfoy didn't like the feeling of not being able to grasp it, especially as if something was known to someone else first, and he was still in the valley, this sense of ignorance and dismay, it was terrible, "Potter, wait, don't shed a tear when your big brute friend leaves you, maybe your Dementor brothers will give you a kiss of comfort and wait for me." Malfoy glared at Ron viciously and walked back.

At 10:30, the Gryffindor team set off for the locker room. The weather was so different from when they played Hufflepuff. It was a cool, sunny day with little wind; There shouldn't have been a visibility problem this time, and Harry, despite his nervousness, was starting to feel the excitement that only a Quidditch match could bring. They could hear the sound of other people in the school coming to the stands around the stadium one after another. They walked onto the pitch and were greeted with thunderous applause. The Ravenclaw team wears a blue jersey. I'm already standing in the middle of the court.