Looking at Blake, whose expression was gradually presumptuous, William couldn't help but complain.

"Are the messengers in the organization as pampered as you are?"

Hearing this, the black cat lying on his shoulder turned over comfortably, and aimed his huge ass and his constantly shaking tail at William.

"Really, I'm your master, okay? You've got to give me the most basic respect! ”

William found himself heading in the direction of the cat slave, which was not good, and with that in mind he soon arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

"William, come over here!" No sooner had he stepped up to the stands at Ravenclaw College than William heard Terry's enthusiastic shout, who was sitting in the highest seat of the stand with his two other roommates.

William walked towards the top of the stands little by little, and then sat down next to Terry.

"Hopefully Gryffindor can beat Slytherin, so that the invincibility they have created with money will be broken, and we will have a lot easier against them." Terry was explaining to his two roommates the importance of today's game.

"When you spoke in the lounge before, weren't you very confident? Hearing this, William couldn't help but interject.

"That's a morale boost, I have to say it with confidence to make them less scared of those Slytherin Wheels 2001.

I can't say we can't beat Slytherin, then the morale of the team will break. Terry spread his hands helplessly.

Indeed, as he said, at that point in time, Terry must not show unconfidence, in that case, the whole team will be as low as Gryffindor is now.

"To be honest, I'm not so convinced of what I've said, because the advantage of a broom makes up for a lot of what a player is lacking.

That's why I hope Gryffindor wins, so that there will be no more talk of speed.

What the Ravenclaw team lacks most is the determination to win like Gryffindor, don't look at their sad faces, but as long as Wood is a little motivated, those emotional little lions will burst out with more motivation and fighting power than before.

But Ravenclaw can't, sometimes you see too much through wisdom, and you lose the courage to keep going. ”

Terry's words surprised William, when did this Gryffindor, who had mixed into Ravenclaw, actually have such a penetrating analysis?

"Why don't I donate a few broomsticks to Ravenclaw anonymously?" After listening to Terry's words, William opened his mouth to propose.

He didn't care about those golden gallons, he just wanted to do something for the academy, and it was difficult for a little wizard who grew up in an academy not to have a special affection for this academy.

"William, don't be like this." Terry hurriedly rejected William's offer.

"I know you don't care about those gold gallons, but the gap on Ravenclaw brooms is actually not that big, although not all of them are the fastest light wheel 2001 on the market at the moment, but they are all those first-line brooms before the light wheel series.

The difference in speed can be made up for by technique, and if they suddenly switch to a new broom that they are not familiar with, it will affect their performance. ”

"I see what you mean."

"William, though." Terry's thief's little eyes couldn't stop looking at William, which made him look unexpectedly a little philistine.

"You should have a few more light wheel 2000s there, can you lend me one and give it to the Seeker on the team, he is the one who needs the most speed."

"No problem, you're becoming more and more like the captain of a Quidditch team, Terry."

"Hey, hey, Davis said the same thing, and he secretly told me that if nothing else, when he graduates from Ravenclaw, I'll be the new captain of the team." Hearing William's appreciation, Terry was as excited as a child of one hundred and forty pounds.

Yes, with the constant nonsense of eating Hesse, his weight hit a record high again, and fortunately, while developing horizontally, Terry's height finally began to grow up, and he was finally not the little chubby dun he was before.

"If you're going to be the captain of the team, then you really need to control your diet now, Terry." William couldn't help but tease.

"In the history of Ravenclaw, there has never been such a fat team captain!"

", who said no, haven't you heard of it............." With Terry's disgruntled shouts, the originally somewhat oppressive atmosphere became cheerful again.

Terry, he's a living treasure!

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Harry felt like he had never been so nervous.

What should I do if I lose this game?

What would Wood say if Malfoy had caught the Golden Snitch first?

How would Malfoy mock himself?

On his way to the Quidditch changing room, Harry couldn't help but think wildly.

He had never been so eager to defeat Slytherin.

Harry changed his clothes in silence and sat on the bench in the changing room, his head bowed and silently waiting for Wood to deliver his impassioned routine.

"Harry!"

To Harry's surprise, he heard Hermione's voice in the changing room. He looked up, and his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, were standing outside the changing room door, striding over to Harry's.

"Don't be nervous, Harry, we both know you're the best!" Noticing Harry's uneasiness, Hermione whispered encouragement to him.

"Don't be nervous, Harry. You're so much better than Malfoy's little white face who paid to get into the team! Ron was also on the side to encourage his good friend, and he and Hermione rarely didn't quarrel.

"Remember what I said to you yesterday? If you knock Malfoy off the broomstick," Ron whispered into Harry's ear as Hermione surveyed the surroundings of the changing room.

"Ron! Harry wasn't one of those unscrupulous Slytherins! Hermione squealed in displeasure, apparently noticing Ron's small movements.

"I'm just casually," Ron explained awkwardly, "if Malfoy really had a connection to the Chamber of Secrets, as we suspected, wouldn't sending him to Madam Pomfrey prevent the Chamber of Secrets from proceeding?"

In that case, we wouldn't need to make any polyjuice decoctions. ”

"Don't talk about that here, Ron!" Hermione hurriedly gagged Ron's mouth, and she looked around alarmedly, thankfully no one noticed what was happening.

"We'll talk about that when Harry's game is over, okay, Wood won't let us in for too long, Harry, come on, we'll cheer you on from the stands."

After dropping these words, Hermione dragged Ron, who was still a little reluctant, and hurried out of the Gryffindor changing room.

Leaving Harry still thinking about it, does Malfoy really have anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets?