Chapter Eighty-Nine: Victory Belongs to Slytherin!
The snow was falling heavily, and the sprinkling of snowflakes obscured everyone's view.
Above the court, a rare figure wearing green and red Quidditch jerseys flashed in the air, it was the Quidditch players of Slytherin and Gryffindor.
The Seeker who flew above had already disappeared in the snowstorm, making it difficult for the audience to spot. This was a bit of a disappointment for Quidditch enthusiasts.
Luckily, however, there is another figure in the stadium that stands out more than the Quidditch players. Dressed in the sky-blue Tatehill Tornado uniform, he tossed and turned at all heights of the Quidditch pitch, and his handsome movements drew loud screams and cheers from the young wizards.
"So Professor Prenton is really here to be a referee?" After Abraxas cheered enthusiastically at the figure again, Sivin asked.
"Of course, Professor Prenton used to be the best Seeker in the country, and now he will definitely be the best referee at Hogwarts!" Abu's excited face was still slightly flushed, and he didn't know if he was frozen or excited.
Shevin watched Professor Prenton's heroic posture and listened to the commentator on the high stage praise the referee, and Sivin silently mourned the members of the Quidditch team who worked the court. Until Professor Prenton retires, they won't be able to get any chance to be in the limelight......
The snow is getting heavier and the game is getting more and more intense, and the red and green figures in the field are entangled, so fast that only their shadows can be seen.
In the audience, the young wizards of Slytherin and Gryffindor enthusiastically cheered for their respective house teams.
The eagerness even brought the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw wizards to join in the cheering procession, though most of them were cheering for Gryffindor...... I have to say that Slytherin is really not very clever in terms of relationships.
Even the three young wizards who had little interest in Quidditch, Shivin, Mobley, and Gomez, were later infected by the shouts of the surrounding Slytherin snakes, and joined the crowd cheering for the house team, cheering on the team to the rhythm of the senior wizard holding the green flag!
Suddenly, a green figure as fast as the wind rushed to the low position of the stadium next to the audience.
The little wizards in the audience suddenly became boiling!
"It's Prewet, the Slytherin Seeker, what is he doing? Did he really find the Golden Snitch?! The narrator's tone on the high platform also became irrepressibly excited, and he said loudly.
"Is Ignatius the Seeker on our house?" Xiwen asked Abu in some cases.
However, at this time, Abu did not notice what Shivin said, he clung to the railing in front of him, staring at the speeding figure of Ignatius, with fanatical excitement and deep nervousness on his face.
At the same time, a red figure of Gryffindor also rushed to a low altitude close to the auditorium, and flew towards Ignatius's position.
However, at this time, the figure in green clothes quickly turned a corner, away from the audience. The Gryffindor Seeker almost hit the wall of the stadium without noticing, and it took a lot of effort to stop the broomstick's momentum.
Just as he stopped the momentum of rushing forward, the audience suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers!
Just above the auditorium, Ignatius had raised his right hand above his head, and a delicate golden flying ball was impressively held in his hand!
"Incredible! Prewit made a special Lansky feint with the walls of the court! He managed to get rid of Gryffindor's Seeker and get the Golden Snitch!! The narrator shouted excitedly, and his voice was even a little hoarse.
As Professor Prenton's whistle blew, he raised a green chess piece.
The young Slytherin wizards opened their voices and cheered loudly, holding green banners and flags, and shaking them incessantly.
On the other hand, the Gryffindor seats, who were so depressed that they even lowered their flags.
"Did you see that? We won! Abraxas excitedly hugged the three of them, shouting incessantly. I will definitely be in this strong team next year! ”
The three of them also showed a smile of relief. It was only at this moment that these proud young Slytherin wizards clearly realized what a sense of collective pride was. What is cohesion?
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The excitement of the young Slytherin wizards continued until they returned to the common room, where they began a frenetic celebration feast. Even Professor Slughorn himself came here to celebrate the team.
"This cup, toast Ignatius, to celebrate his final capture of the Golden Snitch and victory for Slytherin!" Professor Slughorn said with a ruddy face.
"Of course, young wizards who have not yet reached adulthood can only make an exception for one drink each." He admonished with a smile.
"To Ignatius!"
The little wizards all smiled heartily and drank the butterbeer that Professor Slughorn had brought to the house-elves. Even though it contains almost no alcohol, they revel in it.
After a glass of butterbeer, Lucretia Black, a second-year witch, stepped forward and gently walked up to Ignatius with a drink that looked like wine. She whispered something to Ignatius, and blushed and drank the pretended bottle of wine.
Ignatius seemed stunned for a moment, and then grabbed Lucretia's hand amid the uproar of the crowd around him.
The scene suddenly became more enthusiastic, and Professor Slughorn's round face smiled like a flower.
Xiwen glanced at the two of them with interest, and then asked curiously to Elshiona beside him, "Al, what is the matter with the two of them?" ”
"What else could it be? What happened after the castle magic was paralyzed. Elsiona replied, pursed her lips without a hint. Prewit saved Lucretia once when she fell down the movable staircase, and later helped take care of her at the school hospital for a while. Lucretia has been glued to him ever since. ”
"I really don't poke!" Xiwen sighed with a smile.
Al looked at him secretly, as if he wanted to say something.
However, Xiwen suddenly looked over, looked into Al's eyes, and asked in surprise, "Did I get anything on my face?" Could it be that the foam wasn't wiped clean when I just drank the butterbeer? ”
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth seriously.
Al looked at him with a smile and a smile, but finally asked, "Hey, what are you going to give me for Christmas?" ”
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