Chapter 48 Quidditch Competition
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
The arrival of November also means that the Quidditch season of this school year has officially begun.
Today is the first Quidditch match of this school year. Gryffindor plays Slytherin, which is full of highlights.
Not only is it a duel between two old enemies, it is also the debut of the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts’ 100-year history. More importantly, this Seeker is also the highly talked about Harry Potter!
No student would be willing to miss such a game, so students came over early in the morning to occupy the best positions on the Quidditch field.
An hour before the game started, the place was filled with excited students.
The weather was sunny today, but it was already getting colder in the UK in November, so Harry, the protagonist of the game, still couldn't feel any warmth, and even had cold hands and feet.
As a Quidditch player, Harry could get to the pitch later.
He was now alone, walking slowly on the road to the players' locker room.
It's hard to tell whether his mind is blank or muddy. In short, he doesn't even know what he is thinking.
"I heard you didn't even eat breakfast?"
Suddenly a hand stretched out from beside him, holding a piece of chocolate.
It was ordinary dark chocolate, much more bitter than other chocolates, but more pleasing to him than the sweetest chocolates.
Harry smiled instantly and turned to look at Tweel who was smiling beside him.
"Professor!" He suddenly thought of something, "I, uh, this is my first time playing the game today, so..."
Tver pushed the chocolate into his hand.
"Then you have to eat something, otherwise you won't be able to execute it even if you have the intention to do so."
Watching him eat it obediently, showing an expression like a mask of pain, Tver laughed happily.
In fact, it doesn’t have to be so hard, but Madam Pomfrey suggested that letting students endure some hardship can make their memory more profound.
"I have a friend who is also a seeker on the Quidditch team. He was so nervous on the first day that he forgot how to fly. He stayed on the ground for 10 minutes before he got on his broom."
Harry couldn't help but laugh now.
He could imagine the embarrassment of a Seeker who struggled on the ground for a long time and failed to take off. At least he wouldn't be that bad.
"But that game ended in 10 minutes, because it only took my friend 10 minutes to catch the Golden Snitch."
"To this day, he is only 14 years old, and he is already the best seeker in Durmstrang and even their country."
Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise. The chocolate residue was clearly visible on his teeth, but his eyes were filled with fascination.
It turns out that such a powerful person would be nervous at first!
"Okay," escorting Harry to the locker room, Tweel patted him on the shoulder.
"Go in and let everyone see the debut of Hogwarts' best future Seeker."
After watching the dizzy Harry disappear, Tver turned around and headed to the auditorium.
Originally, he had not planned to come to the game today. He was not very interested in Quidditch, at least not as interested in studying badges.
I just suddenly thought that Richlot would attack Harry today in the plot, and I was worried that he would change the plot and hurt Harry in other ways.
Twil had just come to escort Harry on this journey.
To be honest, he still didn't understand why Quirrell attacked Harry.
If something happened to Harry at this time, it would definitely arouse Dumbledore's alert. It wouldn't matter if Quirrell was caught, it would be worse to turn him in.
The only reasonable explanation he could think of was that this was a special order from Voldemort.
Only he could resent Harry so deeply.
……
Arriving at the stands, Professor Flitwick's short body stood on his seat, waving to Tver constantly.
Professor McGonagall was also sitting next to her, but her attention was always on the players who were already on the field. Tweel came back to reality after sitting next to her.
"Why are you here so late?" Professor McGonagall asked casually.
Only when she comes to her favorite Quidditch match, she won't be as serious and serious as usual.
"It's just a little delay."
They chatted for a while, and suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the center of the stadium, and fourteen players from the Quidditch teams on both sides mounted their brooms and flew into the sky.
At the same time, the game ball also flew out.
With the cheers of the little wizards, the game officially began.
Twil really didn't understand Quidditch. Even if he had a friend in Durmstrang who was proficient in Quidditch, he still had only a partial understanding of the rules.
Fortunately, there was also a Quidditch player from many years ago, Professor McGonagall.
Few people know that Professor McGonagall was a Gryffindor player and captain when she was a student at Hogwarts.
It was only after a near-fatal game in seventh grade that she had to give up her biggest hobby.
But her love for Quidditch has not diminished, but she hates bad Quidditch moves even more.
"Are they a group of giant monsters? They only know how to hit their opponents with their bodies!"
"Flint is attacking the players with his bat. Where is the referee? Send this bastard off quickly!"
"Oh my God, that mean kid is elbowing my guys!"
Professor McGonagall muttered angrily to herself, pounding her thighs with her excited fists.
Well, it looks like he hates it very much.
Professor Flitwick was not surprised by this.
"Minerva only becomes fanatical when facing Quidditch. Other than that, she is usually quite serious."
"What about you? You don't seem to be very interested in Quidditch?"
"If your students take a casual attitude towards Quidditch, you will become as peaceful as I am."
But at this time, Professor McGonagall let out a loud exclamation.
"Potter what's going on?!"
Tver and Flivy stopped chatting and turned to look.
The broom Harry was riding on suddenly seemed like an unbridled wild horse, spinning left and right in the air, trying to throw Harry off.
After a while, Harry was completely thrown out. Only his two hands were still holding on to the broom tightly to prevent him from falling.
Soon, everyone noticed his situation and exclaimed the same as Professor McGonagall.
"Someone must have tampered with Potter's broom!" Professor Flitwick said loudly.
His loud voice drowned out the students' exclamations and caused everyone to shift to the broom issue.
"Impossible. The broomstick is a very sophisticated alchemy tool. It has more protective magic than I have ever seen!" A senior student immediately retorted.
But after noticing that the speaker just now was Professor Flitwick, he immediately made up for it: "Of course, the professor is well-informed and must be more correct than me."
Tver shook his head in amusement.
He glanced at Quirrell's position not far away. He was sitting at the back, muttering something.
Not only him, but Snape in front of him was also chanting the spell.
But one is for casting the spell, and the other is for undoing the spell.
At this time, Snape only had to look back, and he would naturally notice something strange about Quirrell and scare his magic back.
It's probably because caring leads to chaos. Harry's accident caused Snape to give up observing his surroundings.
At this time, a fire suddenly broke out in the seats in the faculty stand, scaring the professors here into chaos.
But these flames were as obedient as good babies in Tver's hands. With the stirring of his wand, the flames jumped into the sky in clusters and then disappeared.
After doing all this, he winked at Hermione who was leaning down, startling the little witch.
At this time, the students let out a huge cheer - Harry, who got back on the broom, caught the Golden Snitch!
Although he was a little embarrassed and almost ate the snitch, Harry finally succeeded in helping Gryffindor defeat Slytherin!
Today is the first Quidditch match of this school year. Gryffindor plays Slytherin, which is full of highlights.
Not only is it a duel between two old enemies, it is also the debut of the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts’ 100-year history. More importantly, this Seeker is also the highly talked about Harry Potter!
No student would be willing to miss such a game, so students came over early in the morning to occupy the best positions on the Quidditch field.
An hour before the game started, the place was filled with excited students.
The weather was sunny today, but it was already getting colder in the UK in November, so Harry, the protagonist of the game, still couldn't feel any warmth, and even had cold hands and feet.
As a Quidditch player, Harry could get to the pitch later.
He was now alone, walking slowly on the road to the players' locker room.
It's hard to tell whether his mind is blank or muddy. In short, he doesn't even know what he is thinking.
"I heard you didn't even eat breakfast?"
Suddenly a hand stretched out from beside him, holding a piece of chocolate.
It was ordinary dark chocolate, much more bitter than other chocolates, but more pleasing to him than the sweetest chocolates.
Harry smiled instantly and turned to look at Tweel who was smiling beside him.
"Professor!" He suddenly thought of something, "I, uh, this is my first time playing the game today, so..."
Tver pushed the chocolate into his hand.
"Then you have to eat something, otherwise you won't be able to execute it even if you have the intention to do so."
Watching him eat it obediently, showing an expression like a mask of pain, Tver laughed happily.
In fact, it doesn’t have to be so hard, but Madam Pomfrey suggested that letting students endure some hardship can make their memory more profound.
"I have a friend who is also a seeker on the Quidditch team. He was so nervous on the first day that he forgot how to fly. He stayed on the ground for 10 minutes before he got on his broom."
Harry couldn't help but laugh now.
He could imagine the embarrassment of a Seeker who struggled on the ground for a long time and failed to take off. At least he wouldn't be that bad.
"But that game ended in 10 minutes, because it only took my friend 10 minutes to catch the Golden Snitch."
"To this day, he is only 14 years old, and he is already the best seeker in Durmstrang and even their country."
Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise. The chocolate residue was clearly visible on his teeth, but his eyes were filled with fascination.
It turns out that such a powerful person would be nervous at first!
"Okay," escorting Harry to the locker room, Tweel patted him on the shoulder.
"Go in and let everyone see the debut of Hogwarts' best future Seeker."
After watching the dizzy Harry disappear, Tver turned around and headed to the auditorium.
Originally, he had not planned to come to the game today. He was not very interested in Quidditch, at least not as interested in studying badges.
I just suddenly thought that Richlot would attack Harry today in the plot, and I was worried that he would change the plot and hurt Harry in other ways.
Twil had just come to escort Harry on this journey.
To be honest, he still didn't understand why Quirrell attacked Harry.
If something happened to Harry at this time, it would definitely arouse Dumbledore's alert. It wouldn't matter if Quirrell was caught, it would be worse to turn him in.
The only reasonable explanation he could think of was that this was a special order from Voldemort.
Only he could resent Harry so deeply.
……
Arriving at the stands, Professor Flitwick's short body stood on his seat, waving to Tver constantly.
Professor McGonagall was also sitting next to her, but her attention was always on the players who were already on the field. Tweel came back to reality after sitting next to her.
"Why are you here so late?" Professor McGonagall asked casually.
Only when she comes to her favorite Quidditch match, she won't be as serious and serious as usual.
"It's just a little delay."
They chatted for a while, and suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the center of the stadium, and fourteen players from the Quidditch teams on both sides mounted their brooms and flew into the sky.
At the same time, the game ball also flew out.
With the cheers of the little wizards, the game officially began.
Twil really didn't understand Quidditch. Even if he had a friend in Durmstrang who was proficient in Quidditch, he still had only a partial understanding of the rules.
Fortunately, there was also a Quidditch player from many years ago, Professor McGonagall.
Few people know that Professor McGonagall was a Gryffindor player and captain when she was a student at Hogwarts.
It was only after a near-fatal game in seventh grade that she had to give up her biggest hobby.
But her love for Quidditch has not diminished, but she hates bad Quidditch moves even more.
"Are they a group of giant monsters? They only know how to hit their opponents with their bodies!"
"Flint is attacking the players with his bat. Where is the referee? Send this bastard off quickly!"
"Oh my God, that mean kid is elbowing my guys!"
Professor McGonagall muttered angrily to herself, pounding her thighs with her excited fists.
Well, it looks like he hates it very much.
Professor Flitwick was not surprised by this.
"Minerva only becomes fanatical when facing Quidditch. Other than that, she is usually quite serious."
"What about you? You don't seem to be very interested in Quidditch?"
"If your students take a casual attitude towards Quidditch, you will become as peaceful as I am."
But at this time, Professor McGonagall let out a loud exclamation.
"Potter what's going on?!"
Tver and Flivy stopped chatting and turned to look.
The broom Harry was riding on suddenly seemed like an unbridled wild horse, spinning left and right in the air, trying to throw Harry off.
After a while, Harry was completely thrown out. Only his two hands were still holding on to the broom tightly to prevent him from falling.
Soon, everyone noticed his situation and exclaimed the same as Professor McGonagall.
"Someone must have tampered with Potter's broom!" Professor Flitwick said loudly.
His loud voice drowned out the students' exclamations and caused everyone to shift to the broom issue.
"Impossible. The broomstick is a very sophisticated alchemy tool. It has more protective magic than I have ever seen!" A senior student immediately retorted.
But after noticing that the speaker just now was Professor Flitwick, he immediately made up for it: "Of course, the professor is well-informed and must be more correct than me."
Tver shook his head in amusement.
He glanced at Quirrell's position not far away. He was sitting at the back, muttering something.
Not only him, but Snape in front of him was also chanting the spell.
But one is for casting the spell, and the other is for undoing the spell.
At this time, Snape only had to look back, and he would naturally notice something strange about Quirrell and scare his magic back.
It's probably because caring leads to chaos. Harry's accident caused Snape to give up observing his surroundings.
At this time, a fire suddenly broke out in the seats in the faculty stand, scaring the professors here into chaos.
But these flames were as obedient as good babies in Tver's hands. With the stirring of his wand, the flames jumped into the sky in clusters and then disappeared.
After doing all this, he winked at Hermione who was leaning down, startling the little witch.
At this time, the students let out a huge cheer - Harry, who got back on the broom, caught the Golden Snitch!
Although he was a little embarrassed and almost ate the snitch, Harry finally succeeded in helping Gryffindor defeat Slytherin!
