The Quidditch teams of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were in a state of mind, and they kept the friendly very secret, and Slytherin has not heard anything from it so far.

It's Saturday in the blink of an eye, today is the big day of the Gryffindor team vs. the Slytherin, the two houses have been full of gunpowder in the past few days, and the clash of words has become commonplace, if it weren't for the extra attention of the professors, the whole martial arts could have been staged.

Wood's face was a little solemn at breakfast, and he sat down next to McGoth from the row of tables in his grade.

"I just got the word that Slytherin has a new secret weapon. If you look at the way they look now, it's like they're winning. ”

Magos and Harry turned back past the Ravenclaw table, and it was true that their side was bustling with activity right now, everyone talking loudly with confidence and joy on their faces. I don't know, I thought the game was over, and they were holding a celebration party.

"Are you scared?" McGoth asked with a chuckle in his gaze.

Wood exploded in an instant, and Harry and Ron's faces were not good, these words were too lethal to Gryffindor, only to see Wood stand up and say viciously, "I'm afraid of those Slytherins who can only play tricks?" ”

McGoth shrugged, "Then why are you nervous, the soldiers are coming to cover the water, they have a secret weapon, and we are not playing until now." Don't forget what I said before, we are Gryffindors, we are brave and fearless, don't cower when you go to the ring, they dare to play tricks, you meet them, don't tell me you can't touch them. ”

Wood sneered and strode back to his place.

"Wouldn't you be going too far?" Hermione looked at Wood as he left, nervously.

"Don't worry, it's better to be a general, Wood can't be the captain because he's a senior student." McGoth smiled, "Are we all ready?" ”

"Ready, do those things really work, and can we use them? In case the professors don't allow ......" Ron didn't finish his sentence, his face a little worried.

"No problem, Hermione and I studied regular Quidditch matches, and some teams do the same, and no wizard explicitly doesn't allow it."

Ron nodded.

The clock ticked to eleven o'clock, and the whole school headed to the Quidditch arena. After leaving the castle, everyone found that the weather was not very good today, with hot weather, gloomy sky and faint thunder.

"It's too bad, it's not a good day for Quidditch, you have to be careful, Harry." Ron looked up at the churning clouds.

"Come on Harry." McGoth and Hermione cheer Harry on.

"I will." Harry waved his broomstick vigorously and walked to the locker room with the rest of the team.

"Let's go, you and the rest of the Gryffindors will talk about our plans later, I need to arrange the materials in advance." Magos took Ron's magic pouch and hurriedly said before running forward. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and nodded, and chased after them.

Magos ran to the Gryffindor stands, and from time to time pulled an ingredient out of his pocket and threw it on the ground, a complex but simple magic item he had learned from A Thousand Strange Magical Items. When the other students asked curiously what they were doing, McGoth ignored them and hurriedly continued to lay out the magic materials. Ron and Hermione, who caught up behind, took on the role of explainer. After hearing the words of the two of them, all the students looked at McGoss, who was still throwing materials, with surprised and shocked eyes.

By the time Hagrid arrived, Magos had finally finished arranging the materials.

"I wonder how you have so many whimsical ideas in your head." Hagrid, apparently aware of what he was doing, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

At this time, the two teams came out of their respective locker rooms. The audience erupted in loud cheers.

"You see, no one wants Slytherin to win." Hermione said, pointing to the stands of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. It was obvious that they were cheering on Gryffindor.

"Their two teams are more concerned about whether the friendly game plays a role or not. There's nothing like a regular match. McGoth pulled out his wand, and he was waiting for Mrs. Hodge to invite Flint and Wood to shake hands.

The two teams surrounded the city and flew into the air in a semicircle, and Headmaster Dumbledore also floated up the four huge stands, and the dark clouds, which were already not high, seemed to be able to touch them with their hands.

Mrs. Hodge flew to the center, called Flint and Wood to either side, and shook hands after saying the same safety first, friendship second, and third. Both looked at each other with threatening eyes, their hands clenched tightly, eager to crush each other's hands.

Mrs. Hooch raised her hand and was about to blow the whistle, when McGoth decisively activated all the previous materials, which were large combined magic items that could reflect the illusions stored inside.

After Magos activated the materials, a loud roar erupted from Gryffindor's viewing seats. At the same time, the viewing table was replaced by a huge and mighty lion, the giant lion crouched in mid-air, the equally huge and majestic lion head slightly bowed, looking at the two Quidditch teams in the center. It's like a king waiting for two little bugs to amuse himself.

"What's, what is this?" The students who were watching the center of the field were attracted by the sudden loud noise, and they all looked at the giant lion that suddenly appeared. Even the two teams were no exception, but the Gryffindor side was pleasantly surprised after the initial surprise, and if the data was displayed, the morale plus N could be seen in the sky above them, on the contrary, the Slytherin side's face changed drastically, and the confidence brought by the new broomstick was also lowered a lot.

"Wood, is this your secret weapon? Just a fake lion? Flint gritted his teeth and said, though he knew better than anyone else the power that this lion represented.

Wood smiled lightly, "I think that's enough." He looked back at his teammates, and suddenly raised his right arm sharply.

"Victory!"

"Victory!" The Gryffindor players waved and shouted excitedly.

Flint could only look at them with hatred, full of regret that he hadn't thought of it.

Mrs. Hodge also hesitated at this time, and continued to look at the teacher's seat.

"I protest, it's cheating." Snape immediately stood up from his seat, and looked at the 'giant lion' with a gloomy face, and with his ability he could naturally see at a glance that this was a huge illusion, and Flint could see the power of this lion, how could he not see it.

"I propose to remove the right to compete in Gryffindor."

Dumbledore was also stunned by Gryffindor's sudden hand, but then the relief in his eyes was clear to anyone who was not blind. He pretended to say to Snape.

"Severus, it's not cheating, I seem to remember that some Quidditch teams have this habit, and the referees don't prohibit it, but it's a bit inconvenient, so be it." As he spoke, he took out the Elder's wand and waved it gently.

It seems that the real 'giant lion' is much more transparent, and you can see the viewing seat inside through it, but the transparent lion does not lose its majestic posture at all, and it seems more mysterious because of the transparency.

Snape was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but the headmaster had spoken, so he could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his mouth, and sit down again with a gloomy face, wondering in his mind who had come up with this bad idea.

Madame Hooch also received a message from Dumbledore, nodded, and shouted, "Listen to my whistle, three-two-one." With that, she whistled her magic hard. The teams on both sides flew rapidly.

At this time, everyone's eyes returned to the game from the giant lion, and the cheers rose and fell with each other.

The Slytherins had a sense of foreboding when the game began, as they found that the Gryffindors hadn't shown surprise or anger when they spotted their new broomsticks, and they hadn't shrunk from their petty gestures as they had done before. On the contrary, it seems to have changed a person, and the action is scary.

A Slytherin batsman crashed into the Gryffindor's chaser as usual, who knew that Gryffindor, who was supposed to avoid him, was like taking the wrong medicine this time, and instead of retreating in the face of his impact, he met it fiercely, and the Slytherin who had made a mistake was knocked unsteadily and almost fell off the broomstick. After he tried to control the broomstick, he looked at Gryffindor's back in a bit of confusion, buddy, have you eaten explosives? He looked back at his teammates, feeling like he was going to be laughed at, but what he saw was that all the Gryffindors were like they had taken the wrong medicine, and they were all responding hard to their provocations.

The successive blows did not allow Slytherin to react, and they conceded several balls in a row.

'Gryffindor scored another goal, they were fantastic, give them a round of applause.' Plum. Jordan is of course proud of being a Gryffindor at this time, although he is now a commentator. Professor McGonagall glared at him, but the serious expression faded as she turned around, and a smile fell back on her face.

Slytherin are not a weak team, although the continuous blows have caused their morale to drop one after another, their strength is still there, and their mounts themselves are more than a notch higher than Gryffindor, and soon after adjusting their mentality, they quickly scored two goals, which finally gave the sad Slytherin spectators some hope back.

McGoth had been staring at Harry closely, he knew that a Bludger had been controlled by Dobby and wanted to talk about Harry's injury, but until now it was strange that Bludger was normal, didn't Dobby come to make trouble this time?

In fact, he thought too much, and Dobby was startled by the giant lion he made, and then he remembered that he was going to Harry.

The Bludger was still out of control, and Magos sighed, hoping that Harry would be okay, but by this time the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dense rain blurred their vision, so he didn't know where Harry had flown after Harry had managed to dodge the Bludger a few times.

Wood and the others soon discovered that the Bludger was wrong, and the team was thrown into disarray, and Slytherin took the opportunity to score consecutive goals, and the gap slowly narrowed.

Harry dodged the Bludger again and flew to Wood's side.

"Harry, there's something wrong with that Bludger, right?" Fred touched the rain on his face and shouted.

Harry nodded, and replied loudly, "Don't worry about me, I can get around it, the gap between us is closer." ”

"You're going to die, Harry, what's the game going to do at this point." George flew over and hit the Bludger that came again.

"Trust me." Harry looked at Wood with a determined look in his eyes.

"You're crazy." Fred helps with a runaway Bludger. "Wood, are you crazy with him too?"

Wood was a little undecided, but Harry stared viciously at the out-of-control Bludger at Harry's firm words.

"Keep playing, we have to believe in Harry." Then he looked at Harry, "Come on, Harry. ”

Harry smiled and nodded, pulling his broomstick and heading straight into the thunderous clouds. The out-of-control Bludger followed.

Wood looked at the twins, who were still a little dissatisfied.

"Remember. We are Gryffindor. We have nothing to fear. We also have to believe in Harry and, of course, most importantly, we have to be 150 points ahead of Slytherin. We can't afford to let Harry worry about us falling behind. ”

The twins looked up reluctantly, yelling and pounced on the center of the game.

Although McGoth didn't know what was going on with Harry, he could see the renewed fighting spirit of the Gryffindor team clearly. He stood up and whispered in Hagrid's ear. Hagrid looked back at him in confusion.

"Don't you want to make a difference?"

"Well, you've managed to convince me." Hagrid stood up. The huge body blocked the audience behind them, and they let out dissatisfaction.

Hagrid took a deep breath.

"The Lion King – Contempt for !!" The loud sound seemed to stop the dark clouds in the sky for an instant.

The Slytherins were startled by the muffled noise, and they cursed in their hearts how could there be such a mess, and what did those four words mean?

Soon they knew what these words meant, and Gryffindor watched as the students in the table continued to shout out these four words in unison, led by Hagrid. And the Gryffindor team also made rapid progress again, and the score that was finally close was pulled away again.

Flint looked at the ball that had been intercepted again, and he wanted to fly to Hagrid's side and tear his mouth, he was now filled with the magic of those four words. If it weren't for their all-new flying broomsticks. He had no faith at all. But even so, the score was slowly but surely pulling away, and he could only hope that Malfoy didn't catch the Golden Snitch before the score gap of 150.

In the dark clouds, the frantic Harry was chasing the golden snitch with the Bludger and flying between the thunder, and Malfoy, whose face was getting paler and paler, looked at the lightning that fell beside him from time to time and was stunned, big brother, it's just a game, why do you need to fight so hard? But having said that, Malfoy will not be intimidated, gritting his teeth and staring at the golden snitch and flying not far away without showing weakness.

"Headmaster, they won't be in danger." In the teacher's seat, Lockhart looked at the two young wizards flying above the clouds and said to Dumbledore with some concern.

Dumbledore's face was also more solemn, staring closely at the two people in the lightning swarm, ignoring Lockhart, he wanted to ensure that the two young wizards were saved in the moment they were in danger.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lockhart sat down a little sneeringly, but no one could know if his heart was as casual as he appeared to be.