Chapter 23: Quidditch Matches

In the blink of an eye, it was already November, the weather had become very cold, the mountains near the academy were shrouded in gray mist, and the lake outside the castle was frozen solid. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Every morning, Hagrid can be seen defrosting the broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch wrapped in a long mole fur coat, wearing thick leather gloves and huge heavy leather boots.

The Quidditch season had begun, and after weeks of training, Harry was finally going to play his first game as a Seeker for the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match.

George, Ron, Hermione, all came to cheer Harry on today. They hadn't seen Harry train before, and Wood had intended to make Harry the Gryffindor's secret weapon from the start, keeping the news of Harry's participation in the game a strict secret.

But you can't expect a small academy among teenage kids to have really strict secrecy.

One quietly tells his best friend and asks for strict secrecy.

The person who was informed, and then told another good friend of his, also asked the other party to keep it secret. One by one, the whole school knew that Harry was going to play in Quidditch, and they all knew that Harry was playing very well.

So the only thing Wood could do was to keep a close eye on the door of the training ground so that no one else could see Harry's actual training.

But even so, Harry's first appearance made everyone look forward to it. It was also suggested that the school should have people bring mattresses and run after Harry's broomstick underneath to prevent him from falling.

"This must have come from Malfoy. Harry thought the proposal was very bad, and it made him feel a little nervous.

"Yesterday Snape deliberately looked for something and made an excuse to deduct five points from me. I couldn't understand why Snape hated me so much. Harry was a little angry.

"Harry, you know, we can't be friendly with everybody. There are always people who, one way or another, will hate you. George thought for a moment and comforted Harry.

"It's like Malfoy. Ron gave a case in point.

"And Snape. Harry said, adding, "Malfoy can't give me points." ”

"But Snape isn't going to lie to you to duel and want to kick you out of school. Hermione thought for a moment and gave a good point.

"Oh, that's lucky. Listening to his friend's reassurance and thinking of Snape as Malfoy, Harry finally felt better, at least Snape didn't plan to kick him out of the house, otherwise it would be a great misfortune.

"I went to Snape yesterday to get Quidditch Origins back from him. I saw a wound on his leg and heard him complain that he had been bitten by a three-headed dog. With that, Harry lowered his voice.

"On Halloween, when we went to look for Neville. He walked past us, and went to the fourth floor, where the three-headed dog was guarding, and he was bitten by the three-headed dog at that time. ”

At this point, Harry paused, "I bet he was the one who put the trolls in to distract the professors. Harry looked at George, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"Reasonable inferences, but insufficient evidence. Harry's reasoning was reasonable, and George wouldn't correct it for no reason.

"Why, I know he's not good, but he's never going to steal what the school hides. Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at Harry incredulously.

"Hermione, you can't always assume that all teachers are good people. ”

Ron said somewhat unceremoniously, "I agree with Harry, and I think Snape can do everything, just like Malfoy." The important thing is, what exactly is the three-headed dog on the fourth floor guarding?"

"Hermione, Harry's reasoning is reasonable, though Snape may not have actually stolen something. George paused, then continued, "I agree with Ron's statement that not all teachers are good people. ”

Seeing that George also agreed with his opinion, Ron gestured to Hermione with some pride.

Hermione saw that everyone didn't support her, and for a moment she was a little angry and stopped talking.

"Harry, would you like something to eat? Ron noticed that the atmosphere was starting to get awkward and tried to change the subject.

"I'm not hungry. "Harry felt he wasn't in good shape, playing Quidditch for the first time, and it was a big responsibility.

He was already a little nervous, and he had encountered Snape's affairs, and he hadn't slept well last night, and now he didn't have any appetite. It made him feel a little bad, and he was going to play in an hour, but he couldn't calm down right now.

"You're not in good shape, don't worry too much, think about that mantra. George also saw that Harry was not in a good state, but no one could help at this time, so he thought about it and reminded Harry. Hopefully that spell will help him.

"Okay, thanks. Strange to say, when his mind shifted to the spell, Harry felt less nervous and a little more confident for a while.

At eleven o'clock, the Quidditch pitch was crowded with people in the surrounding stands.

Many students also brought binoculars and their seats had been raised into the air, but even then, it was sometimes difficult to see the game.

"It seems like I should have taught Hermione and Ron Eagle Eye. George looked around from the Ravenclaw stands, after all, it was a game with a flying broomstick, and it was not easy to see clearly.

However, I remembered that I had read in the book that a Quidditch match lasted for several months at most.

If you can't catch the Golden Snitch, the game will have to go on forever. Thinking of this, George couldn't help but shudder, hoping that he wouldn't encounter such a situation, so he quickly added an eagle eye technique to himself.

Ron and Hermione were standing on the other side, in the highest row, next to Neville, Dean and Seamus.

Neville and the others seemed to have become Harry's fans, only to see them dragging a huge banner drawn on a bed sheet that read "Potter must win", and a huge Gryffindor lion was drawn underneath.

Hermione also took out her wand and tapped it on the banner, which began to glow differently.

After a while, the stadium began to jubilate and become lively.

One by one, it was Harry, Fred, and the others who walked out of the locker room and onto the pitch, waving their hands at the crowd in the stands.

The atmosphere became more enthusiastic, and people cheered and waved along with the players.