Today, the North is going to carve melon seeds, edamame carrots, and watch how Rocky and Voldemort dare to die under Dumbledore's nose.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The race is on.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor—what a great chaser that girl was, and she was still very attractive—"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan was a friend of the Weasley twins. He is under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall as a commentator for the game.

"She's really darting up there, a beautiful pass, to Arya Spinnet, she's a talent that Oliver Wood has spotted, and was just a substitute last year — the ball went to Johnson again, and then — oops, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint got the Quaffle and ran away — Flint flew like an eagle on it — he's going to score — no, Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood made a nice move and broke the ball, Now it's the Gryffindors who take the ball—that's Katie Bell, the Gryffindor chaser, over the pitch, and around Flint with agility—ouch—it must have hurt, and it's been hit in the back of the head by a Bludger—the Quaffle is tackled by Slytherin—it's Derian Pusse hurtling toward the post, but he's knocked down by another Bludger—the Bludger is tossed aside by Fred or George Weasley, and the twins are hard to tell - The Gryffindor batsmen did a great job, Johnson got the Quaffle back, there was no resistance in front of her, she ran as hard as she could—it was like flying—dodging a Bludger—the goal post was in front—come on, Alright, Angelina—Goalkeeper Bletch swooped over—missed—Gryffindor scored!" The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed through the cold sky, mixed with the roars and groans of the Slytherins.

"Borrow light, borrow light, let one."

"Hagrid!"

Ron and Hermione squeezed each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in.

"I just watched it in my cabin," Hagrid said, patting the big binoculars he hung around his neck, "but it wasn't the same as watching the game in the crowd." The Snitch isn't there, is it?"

"No," Ron said, "there's not much for Harry to do. ”

"As long as you don't get in trouble, you're lucky." Hagrid said, holding up his binoculars and struggling to look at a small spot in the sky—it was Harry.

Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly above the arena, squinting for the Snitch's shadow. It's part of the game plan he and Wood have developed.

"You hide until you see the snitch," Wood said, "and we don't want you to be attacked early." ”

After Angelina scored, Harry flipped a few pounds to express his joy. Now he's back looking for the snitch. At one point, he suddenly saw a flash of gold, but it was only a reflection of the watch of one of the Weasley twins; Another time, a Bludger decided to lunge at him, like a cannonball, but Harry dodged it and Fred chased after it.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Fred only shouted and slammed the ball into Marcus Flint's side.

"Slytherin gets the ball," Lee Jordan said, "and Chase Pusse ducks his head to dodge two Bludgers and dodges again

The Weasley twins and Bell the Chaser, run to- wait a minute- is that the Snitch?"

Derian Pusse turned his head to see a golden light flying past his left ear, missing the Quaffle, and a whisper was heard from the crowd.

Harry saw the snitch. With a thrill in his heart, he swooped down and chased the golden streamer. Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins also saw it. The two of them sped side by side towards the Snitch - the chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air one by one, watching.

Harry was faster than Higgins - he could see the little ball, its wings flapping and flying in front of it - he sped up again - boom! There was a roar of rage from the Gryffindors below - Marcus Flint deliberately lunged at Harry, Harry's broomstick jerked off course, but Harry clung to it. "Foul!" The Gryffindors shouted.

Mrs. Hodge angrily rebuked Flint and then ordered Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the post. But, of course, in the midst of the chaos, the Golden Snitch disappeared from sight again. In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted: "Send him off, referee!" Red card!" It's not football, Dean," Ron reminded him, "you can't send someone off in Quidditch – and what's a red card?"

But Hagrid agreed with Dean.

"They should change the rules of the game, and Flint almost knocked Harry off in the air."

Lee Jordan finds it difficult to be impartial.

"So—after that blatant and despicable act of cheating—"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall yelled under her breath.

"I mean, after that blatant and offensive foul just now—"

"Jordan, I warn you—"

He simply could not command it. The broomstick swerved left and right in the air, swishing violently from time to time, almost throwing him off the top.

The north was holding a radish in his mouth, and looked down at Rocky, who was reciting a spell with the strength of milk, wrapped underneath.

"It's really embarrassing for this grandson, his academic performance is average, he is timid, but fortunately he ran into Voldemort, tsk, you should be damned, brother"

"Master, boss, this matter is actually fate, don't you see that I am also out of the fate of being slashed or killed by following you?" The four dogs hovering over the shoulders of the north vaguely patted the north's ass.

The North nodded very helpfully, "That's right, that's what it looks like, so why don't you prove it to Rocky and Voldemort?" ”

"Boss, don't you want me to go" The four dogs recommended themselves, hoping to make meritorious contributions, "You can't do everything yourself, no"

"Smack"

The north snapped his fingers, "As long as it's not killed, dog~on"

"Whew....' got permission from the north, and it was the four dogs who stabbed and rushed down.

Gently landing under the seat, he carefully climbed behind Rocky, opened the dragon's mouth, and the blazing dragon flame gushed out from the mouths of the four dogs, instantly igniting one of Rocky's paintings.

Looking at Rocky, who looked like a humanoid torch, the four dogs quickly left the scene, brushed off their clothes, and hid their names deeply.

To be continued