It was another Saturday morning, and it was no different than usual.

But today is the day when the game of Quidditch officially begins.

Clark woke up early, as did Neville, who was in the same dormitory, and the two of them packed up, ran several laps along the Black Lake, and then practiced the knightly training method.

It wasn't until they were sweating profusely, in the icy cold wind, and steaming hot above their heads, that they ran back to the dormitory, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

By the time they reached the Great Hall, the Gryffindor team members were already huddled around the long empty dining table, all of them looking nervous and silent.

Clark shouted at them to cheer them on, but none of them paid much attention to him.

Clark shrugged and began to grapple with the breakfast in front of him.

Eleven o'clock was approaching, and the whole school began to go to the Quidditch pitch one after another.

It was hot and humid, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air, which showed that it was not a good day, and it seemed that Wood's training might be useful.

In the stands, Colin had already secured a good spot for them in advance, and next to him was Ginny.

As a member of the magazine, the two little ones now also receive a salary, although the money is not much, but it is enough for their pocket money, which also makes them work harder.

In particular, this Quidditch match is the most lively event at Hogwarts in recent times, and their "Hogwarts School Journal" is also very heavy.

George and Fred, as members of the Quidditch team, are busy training every day, and many things are shared between them, if it weren't for these two people working hard enough, I'm afraid that the magazine society would be even worse.

Once they sat down, the game officially began.

When Harry and the others came out of the locker room after changing their clothes, they were greeted by a tumultuous voice.

It was mostly cheers and cheers, and this game was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, so even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff applauded Harry and expected them to beat their opponents.

It also made the cheering Slytherins look very lonely.

The Quidditch teacher, Lady Hodge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and then, with a loud whistle, the fourteen members of the team jumped up into the leaden gray sky.

As soon as the game starts, you can see which team has the upper hand.

In less than ten minutes, the Slytherin scored three goals in a row, and they were so fast that Halo 2001 was like an arrow, shuttling around the Gryffindor players.

The broomsticks of several chasers followed their opponents weakly, never touching the ball.

"Not at all, our broomsticks are so slow that no one but George and Fred can keep up with Slytherin." Colin said weakly.

If it weren't for the fact that the twin brothers had advanced their wages to buy the Halo 2001 in advance, they would not have been able to catch up with each other, but in a game, it would be useless to rely on the batsman to fly fast.

On Clark's spread notebook, the automatic quills wrote as quickly as he wished, rendering the Gryffindor team's embarrassment vividly.

At least writing it this way can also give them an image of tenacious struggle.

"Don't worry, Harry will be able to catch the Golden Snitch in advance." Ron was on the sidelines, but he was extra confident.

However, at this time, the Slytherin team scored another goal, and the score came to 60-0. Clearly, the Slytherin's Super Broomsticks worked.

And for some reason, a heavy black Bludger also began to chase Harry, causing George and Fred to fly close to Harry's left and right.

"Hey, what are the Gryffindors doing? How did you get Harry caught in the middle? ”

A huge voice rang out behind Clark, and without looking back, he knew it was Hagrid arriving.

"Probably a new tactic...... Protect your Seekers......" Colin said, a little uncertain.

However, Clark knew that it was Dobby, the house-elf.

He's been busy dealing with Voldemort lately, and since the Chamber of Secrets hasn't been opened, and Hogwarts is safe, he's ignoring this guy.

Luckily, it started to rain.

Clark felt the rain hit his face and run down his neck into his clothes, and in this cold November day, it was so cold that people couldn't help but shiver.

The little wizards in the stands used their own means to resist the rain overhead, and Hagrid even held up his large pink umbrella, which covered a huge area with Clark and the others.

The Quidditch players on the court, however, were not so lucky.

Flying at high speed in such cold and bad weather makes people shiver just thinking about it.

At this point, Wood's strategy worked, and due to the lack of training, the Slytherin players were visibly unaccustomed to flying in the cold rain, and their speed was getting slower and slower.

But before he could be happy, the Bludger that had been chasing Harry began to get worse.

It was clenching at Harry like crazy, and even with George and Fred waving their bats on the side, it looked dangerous, as the force attached to the Bludger was getting bigger and bigger.

In this case, Harry was lucky to survive the game, let alone catch the Golden Snitch.

"Someone-right-that-Bludger-do--hand-foot-" George gestured to Wood, who was guarding the goal, as he slammed the Bludger away from Harry.

As a team captain who is always on the pitch, Wood clearly caught his signal.

Ms. Hooch's whistle blew, and Clark saw Harry, Fred, and George land on the ground, dodging the mad Bludger.

It was so far away that Clark couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was nothing more than a problem with Bludger.

Under normal circumstances, the game should have been temporarily suspended and the Bludger would have been checked, but in Gryffindor, there is no word "cowardice".

Harry was naturally brave, and after only a few moments of discussion, he flew again, and this time, George and Fred were not by his side.

Of course, Clark had to include his heroic act in a press release, after all, the story of the little savior always attracts the attention of readers, and they love to read it.

Now the rain was heavier, and Harry rose higher and higher, turning and spinning, and then sharply descending, and then spiraling upwards, and then going around and around, in a zigzag course.

Anyway, this kind of talent for flexible change of direction in the air can't be learned by ordinary people.

Sometimes, in order to avoid the ferocious attack of Bludger, he even hangs headfirst on a broomstick.

This difficult maneuver caused Ginny to scream and grab her cousin Clark's arm tightly.

Clark had to comfort her while glancing around, but the rain was so heavy that it was a needle in a haystack to find a skinny house-elf among a bunch of little wizards.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the stands.

Clark hurriedly looked up, and he saw Harry pounce on Malfoy in the air, grabbing the Golden Snitch in front of the other man.

The next moment, he fell straight from the sky like a kite that had lost its string.

"No!" Ginny screamed and fainted.

Clark handed her over to Hagrid, and he took Hermione and the others to the place where Harry had fallen.

By the time they reached the center of the field, it was already crowded with Gryffindor students.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Clarke's reputation was still quite high, and the crowd moved out of the way, and he walked through the onlookers to see Harry lying in the mud, his arm pointing to the sky at a very strange angle.

Lockhart was already standing in front of Harry by this time.

Clark heard Harry moaning and said, "Oh, don't, don't want you. ”

"I don't know what he's talking about." Lockhart explained aloud to the anxious Gryffindor students around him.

Then he turned to Harry again, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm about to heal your arm." ”

"No!" Harry said, "Just make it this way, thank you......"

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt so badly.

"Lie down, Harry." Lockhart reassured him, "It's just a simple spell, I've used it countless times." ”

"Why can't I just go to the school hospital?" Harry gritted his teeth and said through his teeth.

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, had already arrived at this point, and despite his injuries to the Seeker, he still couldn't contain a smile on his face covered in mud.

"You were amazing, Harry, it's wonderful, I haven't seen you do it so beautifully, you haven't seen the Slytherin Seeker's face look ugly."

But Lockhart didn't care, he was already rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"Stand back."

"Don't ...... Don't ......," Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already spinning his wand.

Harry could only close his eyes helplessly, but after a while, he still didn't feel anything bad happening to him.

What's the situation?

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw Clark standing next to Professor Lockhart, reaching out and grabbing his wrist so that he could not point his wand at him.

Oh, God!

Harry only felt that Clark was an angel at the moment, and he had even forgotten that he was not blessed by God as a wizard.

"Professor Lockhart, I think we should fully respect Harry's opinion."

Clark let go of Lockhart's hand and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "This is going to make headlines on the front page of the Hogwarts Journal, Professor." ”

Lockhart instantly understood what he meant, and after a haha, put away his wand.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Clark had succeeded in stopping Professor Lockhart, and his image suddenly became taller.

You know, for students, teachers naturally represent authority. Even an unrespected parallel professor like Lockhart is not something that a student can question openly, and the most they can do is talk about it in private.

Clarke's courage to stop the teacher's actions in front of the Gryffindor cubs was undoubtedly a sign of bravery, and he succeeded.

"Ah, well, well, I think our Harry-classmate might be more of a professional Ms. Pomfrey, and my healing magic is pretty good......"

Lockhart hadn't noticed that Clark had stepped on his reputation and was still babbling there, but no one listened to him anymore.

Wood conjured up a stretcher, and Clark and the others carried Harry to the school hospital.

There, it took Madam Pomfrey only a second to connect Harry's bones without even a cast.

After drinking a bottle of healing potion, Harry even got out of bed and followed Clark and the others back to the Gryffindor common room.

As soon as they entered the hole, they were greeted with a warm welcome, especially Harry, who, as a Seeker, had made a good start by catching the Golden Snitch and helping Gryffindor win their first match.

George and Fred got the food and drinks out of nowhere, and they had a party in the lounge.

The little wizards gathered together, and the whole lounge was bustling with activity.

"Hey, Clark, let's play!"

George beckoned, and he and Fred decided to give the rental magic cards to the young wizards for free today, which made the cheers even louder.

Clark waved his hand, and a man shrank back into the couch in the far corner.

"Say, who got that Bludger chasing Harry?" Hermione sat down next to him and asked curiously.

At this time, Harry and Ron were happily playing cards, and they didn't see his embarrassed appearance at all.

"It's a house-elf, the house-elf of the Malfoy family."

Clark directly told Hermione the answer, much to her surprise.

"Why?"

"Because that house-elf is Harry's admirer." Speaking of this, even Clark couldn't help laughing, this Dobby must be the reincarnation of the Ding Crab in the Great Era, and he almost killed Harry if he repaid the favor.

He told Hermione all the ins and outs, including Dobby's interception of Harry's letters, and how he blocked Harry and Ron from passing through the train platform, causing them to have to drive a speeding car.

The story was told so vividly that it was as if he had been watching from the sidelines, but Hermione trusted him so much that she didn't ask him how he knew.

"That's a ......," Hermione shook her head, speechless at the house-elf's stupidity.

Still, she said, "In that case, then we need to tell the professor quickly, Harry is okay this time, and that house-elf will never give up like this." ”

But then she reacted, "No, that diary is in our hands, no matter who we tell it, it will eventually be involved." ”

Clark nodded, "So, we can only pray for Harry and ask for more blessings." ”

Hermione looked at Harry, who still didn't know anything, and could only sigh helplessly.

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