Chapter 118: The Quidditch Game Begins

The morning light of Saturday shone on the Hogwarts castle, like a gentle hand, unveiling the mysterious and hazy veil of Hogwarts.

With the early sun and the gentle breeze, ripples appeared on the surface of the Black Lake.

A beautiful song came from the bottom of the Black Lake. It was the song of the mermaid, like a breeze, echoing melodiously in the sky above the castle.

Today is the day of the Quidditch match at Hogwarts, and the two sides are Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Everyone is still looking forward to such a duel. After all, the two colleges are already old rivals, and not long ago, the most heated melee broke out in Hogwarts in the past century.

Under such prerequisites, holding such a Quidditch game will definitely be very exciting, with Gryffindor's technical style versus Slytherin's brutal collision.

Of course, this is not meant to slander Slytherin. After all, the conditions are there. Technology and other things, simplicity and practicality are the best choices, right?

Harry woke up early that day.

He lay in bed and thought about the upcoming Quidditch match for a while. He was a little nervous, mainly because he didn't know what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost.

And they are facing another team sitting on the fastest broomstick that gold can buy.

He had never wanted to defeat Slytherin so badly. In particular, Slytherin's hunter was replaced by Malfoy, which made Harry even more...

nervous? excited? Irritated?

It seems that there are some of these situations.

"Brother, relax!" Fan Lin opened his eyes. He got up very early to do morning lessons, but with Harry in such a state, Fan Lin couldn't fully focus on Professor Snape. Give him the tools to practice.

Speaking of Professor Snape, we have to mention the magic pattern plate that Snape gave to Fanlin.

In fact, Fan Lin had fully activated the magic patterns on it two weeks ago, and his mental power had completely stabilized. At least there won't be any harm to innocent people due to out-of-control magic.

As for that piece of magic pattern board, Fan Lin didn't find any use. However, after consulting Professor Snape, Professor Snape told Fanlin the function of the magic pattern plate through actual combat.

When Fan Lin's magic power was exhausted, the magic power coming from the magic pattern plate made him feel very satisfied. The magic power recovery speed was more than twice as fast as usual, which made Fan Lin feel very useful.

For this reason, Fan Lin went to Hagrid specifically to make a metal wristband for the magic pattern board, so that the magic pattern board could always play its role.

Of course, no matter what happened, it was not as important as Harry's game at the moment.

"Believe in yourself, Harry." Fanlin put the crystal ball in his pocket and just lay on the bed looking at Harry, "You will definitely catch the Golden Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor, right? Mal? There is no comparison between Fu’s skills and yours.”

"Of course!" Harry said firmly, but soon, when he thought of those brooms used in world competitions, Harry became a little irritated.

"Don't worry about this, Harry!" Fan Lin seemed to have noticed Harry's thoughts. He positioned his body in a big shape on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I think Wood will have a corresponding strategy." , even if the opponent is faster than you, after you catch the golden snitch, the final victory will definitely be ours. "

The two of them just talked without a word, each lying on their own bed, neither of them thinking about those troublesome things.

One after another, other little wizards got up, and Ron was the last one. He always liked to play the game console given to Harry by Fanlin before going to bed.

If Mrs. Weasley discovered it, Fanlin felt that a lesson would be absolutely inevitable.

After a simple wash, Fan Lin and the other three went downstairs chatting and laughing. Hermione was surprisingly waiting downstairs today, perhaps because she was worried about Harry's condition.

Breakfast is of course an essential procedure. You must know that Quidditch is a tiring job, and Harry must ensure that he has enough strength to last until the end of the game.

Entering the hall, Harry began to feel nervous again. Of course, Harry was not the only one in this state.

The long Gryffindor table, where Harry discovered that the other Gryffindors did not eat with everyone, but were gathered around the long, empty table. Everyone looked nervous, and Very little was said.

In comparison, Slytherin's team seemed very relaxed. They even laughed in the direction of Gryffindor, looking like they were sure of victory.

At almost 11 o'clock, everyone started to head to the Quidditch venue.

At this time, the weather changed from cool in the morning to muggy, with thunder from time to time, which made all the players feel very depressed.

When Harry entered the dressing room, Hermione, Fanlin and Rose hurried over to wish him good luck. The care of friends seemed very useful at this moment, but maybe it was also a burden. In short, Harry originally The heart that let go was hanging again.

The players changed into their gold and red Gryffindor uniforms and sat down to listen to Wood's usual pre-match pep talk.

"Slytherins have better brooms than us." He started with a rather serious statement.

"Hey, Wood, this is not good news..." Fred interrupted, "They are faster than us..."

Well, maybe it was George, but it was hard for even Mrs. Weasley to tell the two brothers apart.

"Shut your mouth, Fred, George!" Wood glanced at the two of them angrily, took a deep breath, and continued to speak.

"No doubt about it. But we have better players. We train harder than they do, we fly in all kinds of weather—"

"Exactly!" echoed the Weasley brothers.

George muttered, "I haven't had a real fuck on me since August."

"—We'll make them regret the moment they smile. Malfoy, just paid to get him into Slytherin."

The two brothers seemed very motivated, and of course, they always have been. And Wood did turn to Harry thoughtfully.

"It's all up to you Harry, show them that there has to be something more to the Snatcher than just having a rich father. Get the Snitch before Malfoy does, Harry, because we're going to win today, We are ready to win."

"Don't stress too much, Harry," Fred said, winking at him.

When the door to the players' lounge opened, there was a thunderous sound, mainly whistles. Because everyone in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff was anxious to see Slytherin defeated. But the Slytherin people also made some sighing and cheering sounds from the crowd.

"Come on, boys." Wood didn't forget to yell, and everyone clenched their brooms.

Mrs. Molly, the Quidditch teacher, asked Fetterling to shake Wood's hand.

They gave each other a threatening look and clasped their hands in a deliberate and meaningful way. (To be continued)