As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch pitch.

Upon arriving at the Quidditch Pitch, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and went straight to the commentator's desk, where he would later be the commentator for the Quidditch match under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall.

"Let's go find a vacant seat too. Shanna tilted her head to Albert.

The two of them walked towards the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, preparing to pick an empty seat where no one was around, and when they looked up, they saw that someone in the top row was trying to hang up a pair of sheets that read "Potter wins".

"It seems that our Savior also has his own supporters. Albert said with a smile.

"I think it's Potter's roommate, and the big lion is a good drawing. Shanna held up her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and smiled and said to Albert, "Gryffindor House may have another genius." ”

Shanna didn't see any of the other upperclassmen, which meant that the banner might have been the work of a first-grader. With the exception of Albert, no one in their class would be able to do that in a few months.

"Barely make do. Albert smiled and pulled his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointing at the lion on the banner and chanting a spell, which let out a sudden roar.

"It's so much better, isn't it? Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in his prank.

"You scared them. ”

Shanna looked at the few people who were startled by the lion's roar, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"What's going on, how the hell did you do it. Ron looked up at the banner that let out a lion's roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione at his side in shock.

Not only him, but several of Harry's roommates also looked at Hermione in surprise.

"I didn't do it. Hermione didn't know what was going on.

Amid the roar of the lions, the Quidditch players from both sides entered the field, and Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously to announce the start of the game.

It didn't take long for Angelina to score the first goal amid the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roars of the Slytherins.

With Gryffindor scoring first, the game started to get less friendly.

Everyone is used to this kind of atmosphere, and every year there are always a few games in Quidditch that are not so friendly.

This year's Gryffindor suffered more, their pursuers were all girls, and they were more powerless when they blacked each other in private, and Fred and George alone were obviously not enough.

Slytherin quickly recovered their disadvantage and began to take a points lead.

Albert wasn't surprised at all, sometimes you're not dark enough like that. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress your opponent, you can only adopt the method of countering black with black.

Gryffindor couldn't do the former, and didn't choose the latter, so when they encountered the Slytherin team, they could only be hung up and beaten by the opponent.

Amid the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the communication bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, and got up and walked to the side, the Gryffindor students, who were angry because of the Slytherin's despicable methods, did not notice Albert's departure at all.

In a remote corner where there were almost no people, Albert found Isobel, who was watching the game with binoculars.

He walked straight over, sat down next to the girl, and asked with a smile, "Do you think the Gryffindor team will win?"

"I've heard people say that you think Harry Potter is going to catch the Golden Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor. Isobel put down his binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said gently, "They take your word." ”

"People always need a little bit of confidence, you know, sometimes it's important to be able to get the most out of them, and I happen to give them that confidence. Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand, gently stroked the white palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"

Isobel couldn't help but roll her eyes at Albert.

"It's a simple and effective morale boost, so why not do it?" Albert smiled as he held up the binoculars around his neck to look for Harry Potter.

The savior is high in the air, moving around to find the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

Actually, flying high in the air is to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherins, and since Wood was last reminded by Albert, he has taken care to keep Harry safe, in his words: We don't want you to be attacked early.

It turned out to be a wise decision.

After all, Harry was playing Quidditch for the first time, and had no idea what the Slytherin team would use in order to win.

"You can always make a bunch of excuses for yourself. Isobel shook Albert's hand with his backhand and said gently, "However, you are right, there are some methods that can really improve people's confidence. However, I heard that you put a lot of money on Gareon betting that Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for the Gryffindors?"

"Not a big Galleon. Albert corrected, "It's only ten Galleons." ”

"Gambling is not a good habit. Isobel kindly reminded.

"I rarely do things that I'm not sure of, so I rarely lose. Albert shrugged.

"But I still don't want you to gamble on something. Isobel looked Albert in the eye and said seriously: "There are some things that cannot be gambled, even if the probability of losing is very small. ”

"Okay, I promise. You know, I love my life more than anyone else. Albert knew what Isobel was talking about.

The real gambler does not mean these so-called small bets, but dares to gamble on other things, and sometimes loses once and has nothing.

While the two were talking, there was another change in the sky over the Quidditch pitch. Harry, who had just dodged a Bludger, was speeding up his dive, chasing a golden streamer.

That's right, Harry Potter discovered the Golden Snitch.

Just as Harry was diving, the entire Quidditch pitch suddenly fell silent, and everyone noticed the Golden Snitch and stood up one after another, watching the upcoming Golden Snitch battle.

Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Higgins had apparently seen it, and he was even closer than Harry, however, he didn't have an advantage on the broomstick, and Harry had already caught up with the advantage of the Halo 2000 broomstick, and the two of them were running side by side towards the Snitch.

At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, and the players seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, and they all hovered in the air, watching the battle for the Golden Snitch.

As long as the Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, the game is over.

Harry's Light Wheel 2000 was faster than Higgins' sweep of the Seven Stars, and when Harry sped up again, reaching out to grab the Golden Snitch and grab the victory for the Gryffindor team, the unexpected happened.

With a bang, Harry felt like he had been hit hard, and the broom moved sideways.

It was Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherins, who deliberately charged Harry to prevent him from catching the Snitch.

"Foul!"

Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Mrs. Hodge blew the silver whistle to stop the game, and she flew over in a rage, drenching the bloody dog Flint had scolded.

The latter's face showed a smile that had succeeded in his plan, as the Golden Snitch had disappeared from view due to the suspension of the match, and Gryffindor had missed out on winning the match.

The Gryffindors glared at Flint angrily, nearly eating him alive.

However, many of the students who had recovered from their anger suddenly realized what had just happened and began to throw debris at the venue, and some drew their wands and cast evil spells at Flint in protest and dissatisfaction.

"They seem to ...... A little excited. Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because they were all betting that Harry would be able to catch the Golden Snitch and win the game, and Flint's move was undoubtedly causing their soon-to-be-arrived Garon to slip away from their hands. Albert said maliciously, "Nothing angered everyone more than when Galleon slipped through his fingers." ”

"You're not angry?" said Isobel, looking Albert up and down, "I think you seem to have gambled too." ”

"If nothing else, Harry should be able to catch the Golden Snitch, his Halo 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins' sweeping seven stars, and besides, Harry's technique is not bad, and as a savior, his luck is naturally good, so I don't think he will lose. ”

"What kind of crooked reasoning are you!" Isobel couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

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