Whenever the season of Quidditch comes, most of the students at Hogwarts – especially the boys – fall into a strange state of frenzy. The disheveled, muddy, and exhausted-looking members of the team returned to the auditorium every day at the end of the dinner time deadline to return to the auditorium for dinner; The smell of gunpowder between the academies is unprecedentedly strong, especially the students on both sides who are about to fight, even if they just rub their shoulders a little bit when they pass by, it may turn into a brawl; Even the selfless deans of the past will start to bend the law for personal gain, favoring their own branch team as much as possible in the gray area of the school rules.

And on the day of the game, the situation will get out of hand, and for those who are not keen on it, it will be no different from the whole school going crazy.

Neil Wan is one of the few people who is worried about whether he has strayed into an insane asylum. Almost all the students gathered on the pitch to watch the game, especially Gryffindor and Slytherin, who were facing each other, and the students on both sides were almost shouting at each other across the field like two armies facing each other. The Gryffindor students who had bought the lion's head pendant from him spontaneously formed a cheerleading squad, and under the command of the leader, they let out a lion roar in unison, and the ground under their feet trembled with a deafening roar.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Fred and George weren't in the seats today as Gryffindor players, otherwise God knows what the hell it would have been.

"Well, I know football hooliganism is one of the national traditions in Europe, but it's scary!"

Amid the tsunami cheers of the surrounding mountains, even if he wanted to talk to the person sitting next to him, he had to open his throat and shout loudly, which gave Neil the feeling that he was adding fuel to the noise around him...... The illusion that can't be considered an illusion, and then falls into a slight self-loathing.

Hermione, who covered her ears with her hands, did not speak, but nodded with a bitter expression, obviously unable to keep up with such a feverish atmosphere. In contrast, the elated Ron blended in well, and he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the two people with sad faces next to him.

"Oh my God, you're so ...... the scenery"

Despite her bad face, Hermione struggled to give him a blank look, "Do you think I'll leave Harry alone?" ”

Ron scratched his ears a little embarrassed and pulled the subject away, "What about you, Neil?" You all came to the Gryffindor seats, don't you want to enjoy the game? ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, but I've come here to take refuge - because Mr. Corner has been trying to educate me about the appeal of Quidditch, just as the cannibal natives are introducing visitors to the beauty of human broth......," he replied with a smirk, "and that's when I saw Miss Granger's face from over there, and I thought, aha, there's a sympathetic here, and I'll be able to sit here until the game is over—but I forgot that it's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, The audience on both sides was like drinking too much madness! Disaster on earth, Mr. Weasley......"

"Well, as a friend, I want you to watch Harry's first game together, too." Ron laughed, "But if the atmosphere here really doesn't make you feel good, maybe you should go back and rest." ”

"I do have a kind of desire to go back, Mr. Weasley - to be exact, I didn't want to come in the first place." Neil spread his hands helplessly, "But the old horse likes to see his kind ridden under his crotch as a cow and a horse, and I can't leave it here alone...... Seriously, this guy's interest is just terrible! ”

"Old horse?"

Neil replied by pointing to the broom he was holding.

"You gave the broomstick a name!?" Hermione asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes...... Well, I'll admit, it sounds pretty stupid when you retell it......" Neil smiled a little embarrassedly, but reached out and brought the broom closer to Hermione, introducing the two of them, "Let's get to know Mart - Miss Granger, the brightest and hardest working freshman at Hogwarts in the 1991 school year; Miss Granger, this is Matt, the only broom in England that I know of has been fine...... Say hello, Matt! ”

In front of Hermione, whose mouth was wide open in surprise, the broom actually bent down and bowed to her.

The 1961 Meteor broomstick had completely changed its appearance in Neil's possession, and even Mrs. Hodge could not have recognized it as the old broom that had been sent away as scrap. The rough wooden handle had been re-polished from scratch and tossed with tung oil, and even the hair on the broom had been removed and replaced.

Finally, in order to distinguish it from other brooms, Neil also used a few black paints to draw a pattern of cirrus clouds on it, giving it a somewhat oriental look.

"Cool." Ron whispered, "Hey, do you think my old broom can be handled like this?" ”

"I don't recommend it." Neil shook his head, "A broom that looks good to use next to you and a broom that needs to be sat on by yourself have different safety requirements - and for safety reasons, I also recommend that you get rid of the rotten piece of wood that you call yourself a broomstick." It's not a mockery of you, Mr. Weasley, but I really think it's a miracle that it didn't disintegrate in the air the last time you showed me flying tricks......"

At this moment, Matt slipped out of Neil's loose hand, spun around in place a few times, and then floated up to Ron and bowed again.

"What? Okay, okay...... It asks me to pay tribute to you, Mr. Weasley, for your great contribution to the cause of oppressing its fellow citizens—damn it, I will say that this shit's conscience must be terrible! ”

Before Ron could ask if it was a joke, the crowd erupted in cheers as both players entered the arena.

Ron and Hermione immediately got up from their chairs, tiptoe and trying to stretch their necks to find Harry in the group—it wasn't difficult, given that there was only one first-year dwarf out of a dozen players.

Neil didn't get up, just politely straightened his back and looked down. He wasn't really worried about Harry's safety on the pitch, and even though someone like Marcus Flint decided not to be sportsmanlike, there were rules for the game, and he couldn't just take a bat and smash someone's skull in front of the referee, right?

As for how the game will be won or lost, it is not in his concern from the beginning.

The Gryffindors might wish their hero to be a flawless being, a great leader who would lead them to all their victories, but in Neil's opinion, that was a little too greedy, and even Dumbledore would not have expected such a deformed expectation of Harry.

Speaking of Dumbledore...... The Headmaster still hasn't returned today, but the misfit Professor Snape has dutifully appeared among the Slytherin students, and whether he has pride in the job or not, it would be an unforgivable sin for the Headmaster not to attend his house's ball game.

Neil squinted his eyes and searched through the crowd, and he suddenly wondered if the other professor, who had hidden many secrets, was there today.

Professor McGonagall stood next to the commentary booth, her lips pursed tighter than usual......

Professor Sprout wasn't there, and there was probably something going on in her greenhouse, but a few humanoid mandrakes sat naturally on the sidelines......

Professor Flitwick didn't show up either—perhaps because he was too short to be drowned in a sea of students......

Hagrid, the eldest friend, was waving happily at Harry, regardless of whether the other party could see him or not......

Madam Pomfrey was already on standby in the field, and judging by her face, it seemed that she had no hope that today's game would end with zero casualties......

- Aha, there it is!

Neil breathed a sigh of relief at the moment when his eyes caught Quirrell's comical turban, but then his expression froze.

Under the cover of the extremely high crowd, Quilinus Quirrell, the weakest and most bullying old good man among the professors at Hogwarts, did not hide the hatred in his eyes today.