Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

After Halloween, the time has turned to November, and the weather is getting cooler.

However, this still cannot resist the enthusiasm of the little wizards, because the Quidditch match is about to begin.

Especially Gryffindor, because their savior Harry Potter joined the Quidditch team, which boosted their morale.

It was a clear and sunny morning, and Ron was telling the story of his heroic fight against the troll over and over again at the dinner table.

Although everyone knows that Albert did it, it does not affect their enjoyment of listening to Ron's stand-up comedy.

Because of Ron's vigorous publicity, the story of Albert's brave fight against the trolls spread throughout Hogwarts, so the whole school basically knew Albert's name, and he also won the title of "Gryffindor Warrior".

"It's such a pity that you didn't see it then..."

"Harry, you should eat more. You will be on stage later. Eat more to be strong." Hermione interrupted Ron's speech. She saw Harry mashing the sausage with a fork. Go, just don’t eat.

"But I have no appetite, and I don't want to move at all." Harry said listlessly.

Although he has been undergoing high-intensity training every week since he joined the team, this is his first time participating in a Quidditch match, so it is impossible not to be nervous.

I don’t know who told him about his family’s wishful thinking. Some said he would play well, while others said he would be so scared that he would pee his pants and faint within two minutes of playing.

The latter theory was apparently spread by Malfoy.

Albert pulled out the wand from his waist, "I think I can help you, I just need to cast a spell on you."

Hermione was very curious and asked: "What kind of spell is it? I have never seen such an appetizing spell in the book."

"This is a little magic spell taught to me by Professor Flitwick, which can amplify one's senses, vision, hearing, touch, etc., including one's feelings.

I think this will make Harry feel hungrier. How about that, Harry? "Albert finished explaining and looked at Harry.

Harry didn't have any good ideas. He admired Albert very much. After all, he fished like him every day, but he did all the homework well. "I believe in you, Albert."

"In this case, I won't be polite, my super sense appears!"

Albert was very excited. This was the first time he had used this kind of magic spell on a human being. In the past, he had always experimented with Scabbers. Well, Scabbers seemed to be a human too...

No matter, they are all guinea pigs anyway.

Harry felt dizzy, and everything around him couldn't escape his eyes. His voice became extremely loud, but he did feel more hungry in his stomach.

While the effect of the spell was still there, he quickly swallowed two sausages, and then he felt the effect of the spell slowly fade away, and he returned to his previous lack of appetite.

Albert's eyes lit up and he asked Harry: "How is it, how do you feel?"

Harry described the feeling he had just had in detail. It couldn't be said to be comfortable. He had received too much information at once, and his brain was very tired, as if he had stayed up late to finish a large set of Transfiguration questions.

By coincidence, Snape came over at this moment, stared at Harry Potter with his empty, sinister eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Aha, it seems that you are in good spirits and are still in the mood to eat. It seems that you are not afraid at all, even if your opponent is Slytherin, right?

Good luck, Pote! "

After saying that, he rolled up his cloak and walked to the teacher's long table with brisk steps.

Harry silently watched Snape's back. When he was farther away, he said bitterly: "I don't know where I provoked him. I think he will take action against me when the time comes.

By the way, I saw Filch applying medicine to his leg two days ago, saying why you can't watch three heads by yourself. It seems that my guess on Halloween was correct. He just wanted to steal Hagrid's belt. Something to come back to! "

At eleven o'clock, the Quidditch match begins.

Albert and Hermione were sitting at the top of the stand, and Ron suggested that, as a surprise for Harry, they draw a huge banner out of a stained sheet.

It said Potter must win. Dean was good at painting. He drew a majestic lion on the bed sheet. Albert cast a transformation magic on it so that the lion could move.

I feel ashamed to say it, but half of the stained sheets are because of Albert.

These were all in the middle of the night, when Albert was doing magic experiments with Scabbers, experimenting with his newly learned "supersensory manifestation" spell. Scabbers was so excited that he scratched the sheets, and sometimes he was too nervous, and all the yellow and white things came out...

Albert thought silently: Ron, listen to me, I'm sorry!

But Ron didn't know all this. He was looking at the field, and the Gryffindor team appeared. They were wearing bright red Quidditch uniforms and looked very handsome.

"Okay, audience friends, hello everyone, I am the most impartial commentator of Hogwarts - Lee Jordan.

The Gryffindor team is playing now. Looking at their high spirits, I know they will win today! "

"Gryffindor must win!" "Gryffindor must win!"

The Gryffindor stands were filled with joy, cheering for their own house's team.

Ms. Huo Qi said: "I hope everyone can participate in the game fairly and honestly." With her whistle, the game officially began.

"The Quaffle was immediately picked up by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a Chaser that girl is, and she's pretty good looking -"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Although Jordan agreed, his words were honest and his attitude remained firm.

"Look at the captain of Slytherin, Marcus Flint got the ball. He is really strong. I suspect he has troll blood, but don't be afraid. Albert and Harry from Gryffindor on Halloween night Leigh once defeated his distant relatives..."

His biased explanation drew abuse and boos from Slytherin.

"ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhingingINGingingingizing talking, but also..." People who don’t know the situation will think that someone is coaxing a child to urinate.

Hagrid also arrived at the Gryffindor stand. He seemed to bring some good luck to Harry. After a while, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch and rushed straight towards him.

Unfortunately, Flint sent Harry a bull rush, causing him to lose his target.

There was a roar in the stands, "Foul, penalty!"

"mean!"

……

Albert ignored the angry roars of the Gryffindor lions. He used "supersensory manifestation" on himself, and his eyes could even see the teachers' stands in the distance.

Quirrell and Snape simultaneously stared in the direction of Harry in midair, their mouths moving silently.

"Look, what happened to Harry's broom?"

Hermione raised the telescope, "It's Snape, he's casting a spell on Harry!"

She was about to rush out when she was stopped by Albert, "Just let me do it."

A bold idea suddenly came to his mind. According to this plan, he could be punished!

Jogging all the way to the teachers' stand, just like Hermione, he fired a "flaming" shot at Snape's black robe!

Then he pretended to have something to do with Li Jordan, and with a startled glance, he said, "Professor, you...you are on fire!

You are on fire! "

In a panic, Albert "accidentally" lost his footing, tilted his body, and was about to fall. His elbow hit the back of Quirrell's head angrily!