Hallie is glad she has friends like Melda Hermione.

Because Melda read almost all the books about Quidditch in the Hogwarts Library.

Then I peeled back the cocoon and told her about some important things, such as tactics, movements, operations, tactics, and so on.

It can be said that although Melda did not join the Gryffindor team, he was involved in various tactics and tactics of Gryffindor.

Even Wood has been outspoken about Melda as his Hand of the King.

Hermione, on the other hand, took on the task of filling in the gaps, finding a book on the rules of Quidditch. Then he babbled on and on for a night, leaving Wood speechless.

It's fair to say that no one knows more about the rules of the game than Hermione.

Including Melda.

To sum up, Gryffindor is well prepared. But after all, they have to face Slytherin, a former seven-time champion.

That's why Wood took his players to warm up early in the morning. Because they have no bottom in their hearts.

At ten o'clock in the morning, everyone in the auditorium was there. Even the Gryffindor team members who had gone out early in the morning to warm up returned.

The auditorium is filled with the enticing smell of a variety of foods. Everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting excitedly.

"Hi Hallie, how are you feeling?" Melda asked lightly. As the game approached, he didn't want to put too much pressure on Harry.

"Very good." Hallie took a bite with a grilled sausage. He said excitedly: "I feel that we have been very well prepared, and we have taken all the emergencies into account. ”

"Believe in this one, we will definitely win."

"Yes, we will win." Wood, who was sitting not far from Harry, stood up and yelled.

Immediately after that, the rest of the Gryffindor team members also stood up and yelled loudly.

It was like a signal, and in an instant the whole Gryffindor. The sound of cheering came and went.

Under the excitement, it was as if they had won.

Melda, on the other hand, was very keenly aware of Professor McGonagall on the podium, and her expression was also very excited.

"Let's go!" Seeing that morale had reached a peak, Wood led the Gryffindor warriors out of the auditorium with a wave of his hand.

With Wood's order, not only Gryffindor, but also the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses also squeezed out.

This attitude is already evident, and it seems that Gryffindor is not the only one who wants to end Slytherin's seven-game winning streak.

Eleven o'clock.

Almost all the students and staff were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, many with binoculars. After all, sometimes the players fly high and it is difficult for them to see the game.

Ron and Hermione made their way to the top row, huddled with Neville, Seamus, Dean, and a group of Gryffindor students.

"Hey Melda, come here, I've got you covered." Melta had just climbed up the stairs when she was spotted by the sharp-eyed Hermione.

It seems that after yesterday's night, the relationship between the two of them has eased a lot.

"Oh!"

Melda walked straight over, and everyone on the way made way for him.

Of course, they didn't get out of the way for Melda.

They were out of the way of the Great Demon King who was waving at Melda.

Beelzebub.

Three generations of Dark Lords.

Queen of Fire.

Troll Terminator.

In just one night, the various nicknames about Hermione spread like crazy throughout the house.

But apparently, Hermione, as the protagonist, didn't know.

Because no one dared to call her that.

"How's it going, Hallie, are they all right?" Hermione asked, still uneasy.

Melda stood beside Hermione with a calm face, he had just gone to discuss tactics with Wood. They had previously worked on several scenarios together. Now that the game is approaching, we are deciding which one to use.

"No problem, they look great."

"Really?"

I held back the uneasiness in my heart. Hermione looked down.

Players from both sides have flown out of the waiting area and are starting to set up positions on the pitch.

The game is about to begin.

Mrs. Hodge as the referee. She was standing in the middle of the pitch, waiting for the players from both sides.

"Listen, what I want to see is a fair, honest game." Mrs. Hodge said.

Actually, everyone here knows it. This was specifically addressed to Marcus, the captain of the Slytherins.

Harley followed everyone's gaze. The man who seemed to have a few copies of his troll blood.

She couldn't help but be a little scared. Because just yesterday, the Weasley Twins lied to her that Marcus was going to attack her.

However, when Hallie's eyes passed through the players present and looked into the distance.

Look at the Gryffindor stands.

It wasn't just anyone's attention, a banner that read Potter's victory fluttered in the air.

For a moment, she only felt a surge of power, and her previous fears were swept away.

"Are you ready?"

"!! Toot

With a whistle from Mrs. Hodge, the game officially began.

Fourteen broomsticks rose from the ground and flew high into the air.

Gryffindor's Angelina took the lead, flipped on one side, and managed to grab the Quaffle.

"Oh my god, Angelina grabbed it, she had a nice side swing, and the three Slytherin pursuers looked like a fool in front of her."

Jordan, a Gryffindor student who served as a game commentator, had as much integrity as he wanted, and it was impossible not to be partial.

"Jordan!!" Professor McGonagall sat next to him, shouting angrily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor."

"Wait, oh my gosh, Angelina, a nice pass. Now it's Arya with the ball. ”

"Oops. Marcus flew over quickly. ”

"Beautiful, another brilliant pass. Now it was Gryffindor's chaser Katie Bell who had the ball. ”

That's when George hit the Bludger with precision. Let it fly towards Slytherin pursuer Derian Puse, who is on his way to steal the ball.

At the tip of his teammates, Driampsey narrowly dodged the Quaffle.

But also missed the chance to intercept Katie Bell.

"Kedibell had already taken the ball to the Slytherin goal. He's going to pitch!! ”

"No, it was a feint, he passed the ball to Angelina."

"Angelina pitches. The ball went in!! ”

"Gryffindor. Very!!! ”

"Oh!!" As Gryffindor's cheers echoed through the cold sky.

The race officially went in as Melda had expected.

Then the Gryffindor team continued to score. Just ten minutes later, the score was 70-0.

The stands of Gryffindor are becoming more and more lively.

But this was expected by Melda early on.

First of all, because of the graduation of two excellent suitors, the strength of the Slytherin team has long been different.

Secondly, because of the reduction in training, this new team did not have enough time to run-in. In fact, a large part of it comes from pride.

And this time, Gryffindor was really well prepared.

The end result is that the hard power of the two teams is not at the same level at all.

Aside from the violations, Melda really couldn't think of any possibility that Slytherin could win.

Speaking of violations, though.

Hehe.

Isn't that the norm in Slytherin?