Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.

The mountains around Hogwarts are also covered with gray ice and snow, and the lake is as cold and hard as quenched steel.

In the castle, except for the students' living areas, almost every place, including the classrooms, is covered with a layer of frost every morning.

And with the arrival of winter, the Quidditch game has quietly arrived.

Harry became the secret weapon of the Gryffindor team. No one had ever seen his Quidditch training. The captain of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood, hid him like a little wife. Don't let anyone near Harry's training grounds.

Although the news that Harry was the Seeker of the Gryffindor student team was leaked, Wood seemed to be confident that Harry could help him win the game.

Regarding Harry becoming the Seeker of the Gryffindor team, some people are optimistic and some are negative, but most people have a relatively positive attitude towards it.

Ivan also felt that Harry would fight well. After all, he had witnessed the opponent's strong pull one foot away from the ground before. He didn't think that any ordinary person could do that kind of action.

Talent is the most unreasonable thing.

It's night, in the common room.

"Hermione, lend me your Potions homework." Ivan stretched out his hand.

"Here." Hermione took out the parchment from her bag and gave it to Alvin: "Do you want the Charms class?"

"No need, do you still need to copy that thing?" Aiwen laughed.

The Charms homework only describes the detailed process of casting spells, as well as some descriptions of how to use spells and when to cast spells.

With Alvin's talent in spells and Professor Flitwick's preference for Alvin, as long as he doesn't blatantly refuse to hand in his homework, he doesn't care at all how his homework is written, and he can pass it regardless of what he writes.

"Hermione..." Harry asked, "Transfiguration...Transfiguration homework...can I borrow it?"

Hermione glanced at him: "You'd better do it yourself. Professor McGonagall can tell at a glance that you copied it."

Ron on the side said: "I admit, it was me who was wrong before..."

Hermione shook her smooth and shiny hair coolly: "Get out!"

Ron: "..."

Alvin leaned on the soft chair, patted his thigh and laughed.

Hermione is indeed much more chic and more popular than before.

She is no longer as nosy as she used to be, unless it is Alvin who is causing trouble, or something touches her bottom line. Usually, at most, she will only sneer, make a complaint, and then walk away in a mess.

"It's over..." Harry's face turned pale: "Professor McGonagall said that if I delay my homework because of Quidditch training again, she will kick me off the team!"

"Just kick it. Anyway, you are not the only one who is embarrassed. At worst, they will be destroyed together." Ivan said with a nasty smile on his lips: "If I were you, I would go to Wood and look at him. If you are Kicked out of the team, he can be transferred to the hospital in minutes!"

"That makes sense!" Harry packed his things and left in a hurry.

Fortunately, with the help of the seniors in the house team, Harry finally finished all the homework before the start of the Quidditch match on Saturday.

The morning of the race was sunny and cold.

The tempting aroma of grilled sausages wafted in the restaurant, but Alvin already felt like vomiting from the smell. Grilled sausages were definitely the food he ate the most after coming to the UK, besides bread.

Harry looked very nervous. He stuck the fork in his hand and fiddled with the sausage. He had no appetite at all.

"You'd better eat something," Hermione reminded.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry shook his head.

"You have to keep your energy high," Seamus said. "The seeker is always the target of the opponent's defense and attack."

"Thank you..." Harry pursed his lips, but he still didn't eat anything.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, almost all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch, and many students even brought binoculars.

The stands of the stadium are very high, about 20 meters, parallel to the goal.Hermione took Alvin to the top row and joined Neville, Seamus and Dean in a small group of three.

In order to surprise Harry, the three of them got a stained sheet and drew a huge banner that said Potter must win. Dean also drew a Gryffindor lion underneath, Harry Min cast a spell to make the paint on the banner flicker with different colors.

On the opposite side of the Slytherin stand, there was a similar banner, with a silver snake dancing wildly on the green banner.

Finally, the team members entered the stadium, and Alvin saw Harry walking into the stadium with the Gryffindor team, holding the Nimbus 2000 that was exclusive to him.

Suddenly, the stands were filled with cheers. Ms. Huo Qi stood in the center of the two teams, holding a broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides to take their positions.

Ivan was a little uninterested, leaning on the armrest of the stands and squinting in the direction of the stadium.

"Evan! Look! Harry and the others are coming out!" Hermione shouted.

"I know, I saw it..." Alvin snorted: "Look at you, I'm not interested in transportation..."

Hermione opened her mouth, suddenly feeling a little bored.

In fact, she is not very interested in Quidditch. The main reason why she is happy is because she and Ivan watch the game together.

"Okay..." Hermione pursed her lips.

Alvin held his chin up and squinted his eyes lazily, enjoying the warm winter sun above his head.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded in my ears.

Then, whoosh, something jumped past his eyes.

It was a girl holding the Quaffle, her long ponytail dancing in the wind, riding a broom flexibly among the Slytherin players, making difficult yet elegant flights one after another in the air. action.

Ai Wen opened his eyes slightly and looked in the direction where the girl was flying, his eyes were stunning and fiery.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - that girl is such an excellent chaser, and she is also very charming -" On the classroom stand, a girl with long locks The black boy with dreadlocks shouted into the microphone.

"Jordan!" Ivan heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"I'm sorry, Professor..." Jordan said sarcastically.

Lee Jordan, a good friend of the Weasley twins and very eloquent, is serving as the commentator for the game under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall.

"She's running up there, beautiful pass! The ball goes to Aaliyah Spinnett, a talent Wood discovered who was a reserve last year - and the ball goes to Johnson, and then ——Oops, the Slytherins stole the Quaffle, and captain Marcus Flint got the Quaffle..."

"He was about to score - no, Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood's beautiful interception interrupted the attack -"

"Johnson gets the Quaffle back, no resistance in front - dodges a Bludger - goal in front - come on, Angelina - keeper Blasey dives in - misses -Gryffindor scores!"

The next moment, Gryffindor's cheers echoed throughout the audience, echoing in the cold air, mixed with the roars and groans of the Slytherins.

Alvin stepped on the railing and waved his fist: "Well done!!!"

Hermione was furious: "You just said you were not interested in Quidditch!"