"It's an undeniable fact that Slytherin's broomsticks are better than ours." Looking at the somewhat listless crowd, Wood began his routine.

"But, have you ever heard a word from the Ravenclaw side?"

Ravenclaw? Was it Friedrich who said it? Harry thought to himself, confused.

"There's a player named Terry, and he said something very classic, you should really listen to it!" Wood hated iron but not steel.

"Ah, Terry!" Fred interrupted Wood's speech with a hippie smile.

"Our good brother, the light of wisdom of Ravenclaw." George also looked heartless, and the two brothers were probably the two most comfortable of the Gryffindor players.

The two living treasures seemed to be completely unaffected by Slytherin, and they were jumping up and down in the dressing room at the moment, making the originally lifeless changing room gradually become a little more alive.

"Enough! You two give me a good listen! Wood growled at the twin brothers, "He says it's never the broomsticks and the external conditions that decide a Quidditch match. ”

"It's always the people who really make the difference between the winners and losers, the players who play the game." Wood's words caused the players who were already in a low mood to look up in anticipation of what he had to say next.

Harry was one of the group, and he looked at Wood in a bit of confusion.

Is it always the players who decide the outcome of a game?

"Slytherin's broomsticks are so much better than ours, but we're much better at broomsticks than they are! Since the beginning of the school year, we have been training very hard, and we have experienced all kinds of bad weather conditions. Wood's chest was rising and falling because he was so excited, and he roared loudly in the changing room with all his might.

"Gryffindor wins! I'm going to make Slytherin regret letting that outrageous Malfoy spend money to get into their team! ”

Terry's analysis is correct, and the more emotional lion cubs are easily influenced by external conditions or the words of others compared to sane Ravenclaw.

In other words, they are easily brought to the rhythm.

"Gryffindor wins!" The roars of Gryffindor players finally came from the lifeless changing room, roaring excitedly, unbridled to vent their long-suppressed emotions.

"Harry, it's up to you today, I need you to catch the Golden Snitch as fast as possible." After cheering everyone up, Wood turned to Harry and said.

"You've got to catch the Golden Snitch, Harry, and give the Slytherin guys a good look at what the real Seekers are!" With that, Wood patted Harry on the shoulder, and his strength made Harry grin in pain.

"Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy or die in the ring, there is no other choice, we must win, Gryffindor will win!" With that, he led the group into the entrance hall and towards the Quidditch pitch.

Wood's words made Harry not know how to answer for a moment, and he only felt a heavy pressure fall on his shoulders.

If I hadn't caught the Golden Snitch, the not-so-confident Savior would have thought so.

"Don't put pressure on yourself, Harry, you have to believe that you are the best!" Fred tapped Harry on the shoulder, then winked playfully.

"We'll protect you." George said with a grin on the side.

"And I'll take good care of that bastard Malfoy!" Fred said viciously, he had long wanted to clean up the disrespectful guy.

The conflict between the Weasley and Malfoy families is not a matter of a day or two.

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"You see, I'm right, Gryffindor's emotions have been stirred up by Wood!" In the Ravenclaw stands, Terry spoke to William.

With the Hawkeye Charm, they can even easily observe the expressions on the faces of Gryffindor players.

"William, this spell you've invented is wonderful! I don't need to use those outdated brass binoculars anymore! Terry said with some excitement, and out of his passion for Quidditch, Terry quickly learned the spell.

Actually, this spell is not that difficult, it is just a simple transformation spell, inject magic according to a specific gesture, and then strengthen the faith without any problems.

"William, do you know what's the best? As long as the weather conditions are fine, I can observe the training at the other three academies in the Ravenclaw lounge! ”

"That's why you've been in the break room?" William was really a little surprised, he didn't expect that Terry would spy on intelligence like this.

"Otherwise, do you think I really want to stay in my dorm every day? Someone has to make a sacrifice. Terry looked like a righteous man.

No, I still think you really want to stay in your dorm.

"So what information have you found out?" William asked curiously.

"Not much as I expected, Gryffindor is still using some of the tactics mentioned in the English professional league, and Wood is a training maniac. Slytherin and Hufflepuff are still the same, nothing new.

Okay, let's not talk about that, the game is about to begin. ”

"I want all of you to be able to compete fairly and honestly." Madame Hodge repeated her opening phrase, which had been unchanged for thousands of years, and with the blessing of her sonorous voice, her voice could be heard very clearly throughout the Quidditch pitch

Like Mrs. Pacing, Mrs. Hooch's eyes are also very sharp and give people a very serious feeling.

At this moment, she was staring intently at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, because no house other than the unscrupulous Slytherin had such a bad foul.

Hearing this, except for Slytherin House, the other three houses booed Slytherin together as if they had been rehearsed.

Their brutal and brutal style of play made Slytherin even more unpopular in the eyes of the students of the other three houses.

"Now, the two captains, please shake hands with each other as a gesture of friendship."

William noticed that Wood and Marcus immediately stepped forward, grabbed each other's palms hard, and looked at each other with dangerous eyes, they were already old rivals.

With the blessing of the Eagle Eye Charm, William could even clearly see the green tendons on the palms of the two people, as if they were eager to pinch each other's palms.

This is magical magic, through which wizards can easily do things that ordinary people can't do like superhumans.

"Alright, now listen to my whistle." Madame Hodge pulled out the silver whistle she had around her neck.

"Three~two~one, the game begins!"