"Did you see that? That big bird. ”

In one of the classrooms, Ruth Ryan poked Elena's arm, who was struggling to write, pointed out the window, and said in surprise.

"Huh?"

Elena looked up, quizzled, and looked out the window.

Beneath the inky rolling clouds, white lightning tore through the sky with a hideous twist. Through the light of thunder, you can see that a golden eagle that is not too big to speak can fly quickly, and it seems that it is not afraid of the oncoming thunderstorm.

She blinked, and soon thought of something through the weather, her eyebrows stretched, and she smiled softly, with a shallow pear nest on her face.

……

An inexplicable impulse propped Norin through the wind and rain, and it was not until he was exhausted that he fell to the ground.

Norlin closed his eyes and carefully felt the change in his body again. The wings degraded silently, and the feathers retracted into the bones, as if something was squeezing out of his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he had reverted to his human form, and even his robes had returned to their original form.

"How does it feel?"

Professor McGonagall asked, smiling, leaning against the tree.

"It was unbearable at first."

Norin scratched his head and recalled, "But after getting used to it, I kind of like it." ”

"When you've had enough, go back. I'll have to report to the Ministry of Magic. ”

Professor McGonagall said, riding a broomstick. You can't apparinate in the castle, otherwise she would have brought Norin with her, a matter of seconds, where is the broomstick or something.

Norlin shrugged, knowing from the moment he asked Professor McGonagall about the transformation of the Animagus. Every Animagus had to report to the Ministry of Magic, unless he wanted to be an outlaw.

But with Professor McGonagall's integrity, this is unlikely.

"Professor, what do you mean by Transfiguration...... What does that mean? ”

Norlin asked abruptly behind Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall glanced back at him, "I'll talk about that later." ”

The next morning, the weather was clear and cold.

Yesterday's storm came and went as fast as it came, and after clearing the sky, the air was much fresher.

The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the auditorium restaurant, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily.

Harry was a little nervous, and a little uncontrollable excited.

"You have to have a few bites of breakfast." Ron said worriedly, it was taboo to go into battle on an empty stomach, he didn't want to see Harry fall from the sky hungry halfway through the flight.

"I don't want to eat anything."

Harry shook his head. In another hour, he's on his way to the ring. He felt like he could kill a cow with one punch now...... Calves.

"Harry, you have to keep your stamina strong. The Seeker is always the one the opponent is guarding against. ”

Hermione coaxed and said that she had also found time to review the Quidditch rules in detail for the sake of the game.

"Thank you, Hermione."

Harry said, watching as Hermione smeared a layer of ketchup on the sausage.

George and Fred, the two old fritters, are much more relaxed. After a year of playing experience, today they met their old rival Slytherin, and the two of them were not nervous at all.

Fred smiled and reassured, "Don't be nervous, Harry, George and I personally sent several Slytherins to the school hospital last year. ”

"So...... Stimulate? ”

Harry was startled, swallowed, and cautiously asked, "I'm not going to be punched in too, am I?" ”

"No, today's game wasn't that important."

George wiped his broom and said casually, "Falling from the sky at most, small scene." ”

Harry glanced at the Halo 2000 next to him, and suddenly he wasn't looking forward to the game that much.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many of the little wizards also brought binoculars. The seats were literally lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Ron and Hermione made their way to the top stand to join Neville, Seamus and West Ham football team fans Dean in cheering.

To surprise Harry, they drew a huge banner out of a sheet that had been patched by small rats, which read Potter must win. Dean, who is good at drawing, also draws a large Gryffindor lion below.

In the Ravenclaw stands, Norlin, Smith and Zhang Qiu, along with her roommate Marietta, sat side by side.

Zhang Qiu was holding a high-powered telescope and looked very serious. She's also a new player, but it's not yet the Eagles' turn. She needs to learn from the players on the pitch.

"Hey, guess who's going to win?"

Marietta tilted her head, looked at Nolin and smiled.

Norlin yawned, a little tired. After going back to sleep last night, I woke up feeling sore. Especially the two arms, which fluttered their wings so vigorously yesterday, seem to be about to fall apart today.

Smith said without thinking:

"Gryffindor must have it, and Slytherin deserved to win?"

Because of Snape, Smith secretly cursed Slytherin every day. He's almost being deducted points by Snape and made a fool.

In the middle of the pitch, both teams were fully armed. Oliver Wood's face was calm, and the Gryffindor's appearance caused many little witches to scream with cheer.

Fellow captain Marcus Flint was embarrassed, as he seemed to have a bit of troll blood. Only a few Slytherin students applauded.

With the blowing of the silver whistle of Mrs. Hooch, the game officially began.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina - what a charming girl, her heroism was a little more dazzling than last year-"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan received a death stare from Professor McGonagall, grinned and apologized, and his mouth burst like Gatling:

"Angelina led the charge, with Katie Bell and Johnson behind her, about twenty feet apart, interspersed with forwards, high-frequency passes—the Trident offensive formation from the Quidditch Classic Action Collection!"

"Oops, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle over, Marcus Flint, the gorilla, was galloping away, he was about to score - no, Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood made a nice move and broke the ball, now it's Gryffindor who gets the ball-"

"Come on, okay, Angelina, the goalpost is in front of you - goalkeeper Bleitch swoops in and misses! Gryffindor scores! ”

Gryffindor's cheers echoed through the cold air, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly around the arena, squinting for the shadow of the Golden Snitch.

Just now, the twins hit a brilliant shot that shook Slytherin's chaser Derian Psyey and nearly fell off his broomstick.

Harry felt a chill, and an inexplicable rush of blood poured out.