The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 Harry's First Quidditch Experience

"Did you see that? That big bird."

In a certain classroom, Ruth Ryan poked the arm of Elena who was writing a book beside her, pointed out the window, and said in surprise.

"Ok?"

Elena raised her head, answered in doubt, and then looked out the window.

Under the tumbling clouds like ink, white lightning fiercely tore through the sky.Through the light of the thunder, it can be seen that an unbelievably large golden eagle flutters its wings and flies, as if it is not afraid of the oncoming thunderstorm.

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

……

An inexplicable impulse supported Nolin to soar in the wind and rain, and he didn't land on the ground until he was exhausted.

Norin closed his eyes, carefully feeling the changes in his body again.The wings degenerated silently, and the feathers retracted into the bones, as if something was squeezed out of his body.

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

"how do you feel?"

Professor McGonagall leaned against the big tree and asked with a smile.

"It was just unbearable at first."

Nolin scratched his head and recalled, "But after getting used to it, I kind of like this feeling."

"Go back when you've had enough fun. I still have to report to the Ministry of Magic."

said Professor McGonagall, riding on his broomstick.Apparition is not allowed in the castle, otherwise she would have brought Norlin over here, and within a few seconds, there is no such thing as a broomstick.

Noreen shrugged, since he asked Professor McGonagall about the transformation of Animagus, he knew that this matter could not be hidden.Every Animagus had to report to the Ministry of Magic, unless he wanted to be an outlaw.

But with Professor McGonagall's upright character, this possibility is extremely slim.

"Professor, what do you mean by the body transformation technique... specifically?"

Noreen asked suddenly behind Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked back at him, "I'll talk about it later."

The next morning was sunny and cold.

Yesterday's storm came and went quickly. After clearing the sky, the air became much cleaner.

The auditorium restaurant smelled tantalizingly of grilling sausages and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match.

Harry was a little nervous, but also a little uncontrollably excited.

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

"I don't want to eat anything."

Harry shook his head.In another hour, he will go to the arena.He felt like he could kill a cow... a calf with one punch now.

"Harry, you have to stay strong. The Seeker is always the opponent's main defense."

Hermione coaxed, and for this match, she also took the time to review the Quidditch rules in detail.

"Thank you, Hermione."

said Harry, watching Hermione spread ketchup over the sausage.

The two old fritters, George and Fred, are much more relaxed.With a year of competition experience, today they met their old rival Slytherin, neither of them felt nervous at all.

Fred smiled and comforted, "Don't be nervous, Harry, George and I beat several Slytherins into the school hospital with our own hands last year."

"So...exciting?"

Harry was startled, swallowed, and asked cautiously, "I won't be beaten in too, will I?"

"No, today's game is not that important."

George wiped his broom and said casually, "Fall out of the sky at most, little scene."

Harry glanced at the Nimbus 2000 beside him, and suddenly he didn't look forward to the game so much.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many little wizards also brought binoculars.The seats were literally raised to mid-air, but it was still sometimes difficult to see what the game was going on.

Ron and Hermione came to the top stand to join Neville, Seamus and Dean, the West Ham football fan.

To surprise Harry, they draw a huge banner on a bed sheet that Scabbers has smacked, saying Potter must win.Dean, who is good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion below.

In the stands of Ravenclaw, Nolin, Smith and Qiu Chang sat side by side with her roommate Marietta.

Zhang Qiu held a high-powered telescope and looked very serious.She's also a new player, but it's not yet her turn to play at Eagle Court.She needs to learn from the players on the court.

"Hey, who do you think will win?"

Marietta turned her head, looked at Norin and the others and smiled.

Noreen yawned, a little tired.After going back to sleep last night, I woke up feeling sore.Especially the two arms, which flapped their wings so vigorously yesterday, seemed to be falling apart today.

Smith said without hesitation:
"It must be Gryffindor, and Slytherin deserves to win?"

Smith secretly cursed Slytherin every day because of Snape.He was about to be duped into a fool by Snape.

In the middle of the field, the two teams are already fully armed.Oliver Wood's face was calm, and the appearance of this Gryffindor caused many little witches to cheer and scream.

Marcus Flint, who is also the captain, is embarrassed. He seems to have a bit of troll blood.Only a few Slytherins clapped sparsely.

As Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle, the game officially started.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Angelina of Gryffindor - what a charming girl, she's even more handsome than last year -"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan received a death stare from Professor McGonagall, and apologized with a smile, and his mouth kept bursting like Gatling:
"Angelina leads the charge, Katie Bell and Johnson follow behind her, about twenty feet apart, interspersed forward, high-frequency passing - the trident attack formation in "Classic Quidditch Action Collection"!"

"Oops, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle, Marcus Flint the gorilla gallops away, he's going to score - no, Gryffindor keeper Wood, a nice move, puts The ball is broken, and now Gryffindor has the ball—"

"Come on, well, Angelina, the goalposts are in sight - Keeper Blake swoops in, miss! Gryffindor score!"

Cheers from Gryffindors echoed in the cold air, mixed with the howls and groans of the Slytherins.

Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly on the field, squinting his eyes to look for the shadow of the golden snitch.

The twins had just hit a brilliant shot that knocked Slytherin Chaser Derian Pusey so wobbly that he almost fell off his broom.

Harry felt a burst of coldness, and another inexplicable rush of blood rushed out.

(End of this chapter)