Hogwarts in mid-September, even in the afternoon, was a bit muggy.

The three Clarkes sat in the stands at the Quidditch pitch, fine beads of sweat quickly forming on their foreheads.

And for Harry in the field, the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too hot for flying.

A strong wind beat his cheeks, and in a moment it dispelled the fatigue of not taking a nap and made him much more awake than Wood's tirade.

It's a great feeling to be back at the Quidditch pitch!

He flew around the pitch as fast as he could, racing George and Fred to see who was faster.

"Where's the click?" Hermione, who was watching them turn quickly, suddenly asked.

The three of Clark turned their heads to look at the stands behind them, and saw a small, gray-haired boy sitting in the highest row of seats, holding a Muggle camera, taking pictures one after another.

Not only that, but he screamed, "Look this way, Harry! ”

In the empty Quidditch pitch, the sound of the shutter is strangely amplified, and it stands out.

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, apparently noticed this as well, and Clark saw him fly to Harry's side and stop.

"What's going on?" Wood frowned and asked, "Why did that freshman take pictures?" I don't like it, he could be a Slytherin spy trying to spy on our new training regimen. ”。

"He's from Gryffindor." Harry hurriedly explained.

"And Slytherin doesn't need spies, Oliver." George said suddenly.

Wood glared at him irritably, "How do you know?" ”

"Because they've come themselves." George said, pointing to the bottom of the court.

Several men in green robes walked into the stadium, all with broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood suppressed his voice indignantly and said, "I've chartered the court today, and we're going to see what they're going to do!" ”

Wood rushed to the ground, and in a fit of rage, he landed a little heavier than he had expected, and he staggered off the broomstick, and Harry, Fred, and George followed.

Clark and the others also saw this situation, and hurriedly ran down the stands, and while running, Clark also pulled the gray-haired little boy who took the picture just now.

"Your name is Colin, isn't it? I've seen you at the sorting ceremony, and for a while you're hiding behind you, and if something happens, remember to take a picture. ”

Colin looked at him with a confused expression, wondering what he meant?

Clark had to reiterate, "I'm the associate editor of the Hogwarts school magazine, and if you can take a good picture, I can make you a contributing photographer for the school magazine." ”

Colin nodded in surprise and obediently walked at the back.

When they reached the lawn of the court, they heard Wood yelling at the Slytherin captain, "Flint! It's our training time, and we've chosen a hot afternoon to cover the whole course, so please go out. ”

Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherins, looked a little bigger than Wood, and he replied with a troll-like cunning look, "It's a big place, Wood. ”

Arya, Angelina, and Katie from the Gryffindor team followed suit.

There were no girls on the Slytherin team, just stupid big guys who were five big and three thick, and they stood in a row side by side, squinting at the Gryffindor team with the same look.

The atmosphere between the two sides began to be tense.

"But I chartered the court!" Wood snapped, "The whole stadium is covered!" ”

"Oh," said Flint, "but I don't have the note that Professor Snape signed. ”

He took the note and read, "I, Professor West Snape, have allowed the Slytherin team to train at Quidditch today to train their new Seekers. ”

"You've got a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?" ”

From behind the six tall Slytherin members flashed a smaller boy with a smug smile on his pale pointed face: Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred asked in disgust.

"It's interesting that you actually mentioned Draco's father." The whole Slytherin team smiled even more proudly, "Then please look at his generous gift to the Slytherins." ”

Seven people lifted the broomsticks forward together, seven brand-new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven beautiful golden words "Light Wheel 2001", which pierced the eyes of the Gryffindor team members in the evening sun.

Clark, who squeezed to the front, happened to see this scene.

"The latest model, just came out last month." Flint saw him too, but said unconcernedly.

The rest of the Slytherins, like their captain, didn't pay much attention to the junior wizard, even though he had made a splash at the dinner party last year.

Only Malfoy, when he saw Clark, his pale face was even more bloodless.

However, looking at the team members around him, he still stood there without showing weakness, and did not choose to retreat, today he was training as a Seeker.

At this point, Flint gently dusted off the top of his broomstick, "I believe it's much faster than the original Halo 2000 series, as for the old-fashioned sweep series......"

He smiled maliciously at Fred and George, each of whom had a sweep of the Five Stars in their hands, "Use them to sweep the floor." ”

The Weasley twins clenched their broomsticks tightly, but before they could speak, Clarke, who had been standing by the side, suddenly asked.

"So, do you think that people who don't have the money to buy a good broom don't deserve to play this sport in Quidditch?"

Flint looked at him, unaware of the trap hidden in Clark's words.

"Of course, what Quidditch is there without a broomstick?" Flint pretended to be kind, "But maybe the Gryffindors can get some gold to buy some broomsticks." ”

"You could have done a raffle to sell those sweeping five-stars, and I think the museum might pay a premium for them."

The Slytherin players laughed roughly.

"At least none of the Gryffindors have to pay money to join the team," Hermione couldn't help it, and said bitterly, "They rely entirely on ability, not like some teams, where they take all kinds of rubbish." ”

Flint's smug face darkened, and Malfoy sensed something was wrong and was about to persuade him, but it was too late.

"Nobody asks you, you stinky little mudblood." He said viciously.

As soon as the words fell, a loud bang rang out in the stadium.

"Boom!"

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