hogwarts rose

After Tria had been training with the Gryffindor team for a few weeks, Wood finally admitted that she might never be a Quidditch player.

Tria is too afraid of pain, which causes her to always avoid the Bludger from a distance, which affects her performance. Although she is good at aiming, a Chaser who always focuses on the Bludger will always It is impossible to score a few goals.

"Mobile substitute, you are a mobile substitute."

The day before the Quidditch match, Wood finally made a difficult decision.

The so-called mobile substitute is a substitute after any player loses mobility. The loss of mobility here refers to coma, disappearance, or death.

Tria was very happy. She felt that she should have no chance to play. Who would play ball in a school game until she lost her mobility?

Wood is frustrated because Tria flies really well, and if she pays less attention to the Bludger, with her speed, no one can take the Quaffle from her hand, scoring is a thing very simple thing.

"Hey--"

The heartbroken Captain Wood sighed and studied his tactical notes again.

Triya, who is no longer under the pressure of the game, eats and sleeps well every day. Although she has to start training on batting and arm strength at the same time because she has become a mobile substitute, in order to cope with the special situation of needing to replace the batter or goalkeeper, the total training time is Or once a week for three hours.

Just like exercising.

——Tria's hard training boundary——

This Saturday was Tria's first Quidditch game as a substitute in her life.

At breakfast in the auditorium that morning, Tria cheerfully got herself a hot dog.

She seldom eats such a large portion of food as hot dogs in the morning, but today she feels that she should replenish her energy.

Although he may not have a chance to play at all, cheering for Harry will also consume energy.

The hot dog this morning is very good. The bread interlayer is grilled and crispy. The sausage is not the kind of very salty smoked sausage, but the corn sausage that Tria likes very much.

Unlike Tria, who was chomping down on the hot dog, Harry seemed to have lost his appetite. There was a piece of toast on the plate in front of him, which Hermione brought for him.

But he didn't eat a bite, he just kept poking with a fork.

"I'm not hungry."

He was sleepy, and Triya suspected that he didn't sleep well last night, and he was always nervous about today's game.

Tria rejoiced countless times that she was not an official player. Together with Hermione, she stuffed Harry with half a hot dog.

At last it was eleven o'clock, and almost everyone in Hogwarts had gathered in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Even Reese came. You must know that he would never take half a step out of Hogwarts. Every time Tria came to the stadium for training, he would not follow.

Tria sat with the team in the Gryffindor locker room, listening to Wood talk about tactics he had repeated almost [-] times and the various emergencies that might arise.

Angelina Johnson dressed Tria in a bright red Quidditch robe.

"Because there has never been a girl with such a small body before, so your set was custom-made for you by Wood just now, how about it?"

Tria looked curiously at her outfit which was completely different from usual. She seldom wore clothes other than skirts. She didn't expect that sports-style clothes would also look good, making her more lively and lovely.

"Awesome!"

Tria even had the outrageous idea of ​​wanting to play Quidditch for a while, after all, the suit was really pretty.

Harry wasn't as lucky as Tria, and he was wearing a former player's spare jersey, which was a bit big, but okay, not outrageous.

While helping him fasten the tie on the robe, Wood said apologetically:

"We want to save money as much as possible and give everyone a better broom. You know, the performance of the broom is too important."

Harry shook his head nonchalantly, took a deep breath, his mind was so full of the upcoming game that he didn't care about what to wear at all.

What's more, compared to the "elephant skin" he wore at the Dursleys, the uniform looked as new as it came off the sewing machine.

"Okay, it's time."

Wood kept taking deep breaths, his serious eyes swept over everyone in the team, including Tria.

"Good luck to everyone."

"come on!"

Triya watched the seven people walk out of the locker room and towards the huge court.

I went to the spectator seats dedicated to the substitutes.

Although she is the only one there now.

Triya saw a sea of ​​people on the viewing platform. She didn't know that Hogwarts could hold so many people.

The atmosphere of Gryffindor watching the game was particularly enthusiastic, probably because the representative color was red like a flame, and almost everyone was holding small cheering decorations full of academy characteristics.

Over Ron and Neville was a nondescript flag that might have been a bed sheet but had now been stamped with the words 'Potter must win' and a snarling Gryffindor underneath. The master, the paint shone with different colors, and Tria guessed that the spell was Hermione's handwriting.

Reese sat on Hermione's shoulder, and the little puppet waved his fists as if shouting something. It was the first time Tria saw him so excited.

The Slytherin people should be more restrained, and they will basically not bring any exaggerated things that affect their image, but they still have a set of telescopes and small speakers.

Uncassia noticed Triya's sight, pulled Theodore and waved with her.

Triya noticed that her brother and Theodore shared a pair of binoculars. She was a little annoyed that she should buy a set for her brother and herself.

Draco's head was still prominent in the crowd, and he was having an emotional conversation with his two idiot followers, and Tria didn't have to think about it to say that Harry couldn't win or something.

Draco was very dissatisfied with Harry being a member of the Quidditch team, but he lost to Harry when he snatched Neville's memory ball in the first flying lesson, so he was embarrassed because this Something had troubled Harry.

In the few minutes she was watching the stands, the game had already begun, and Ms. Hooch was flying in the middle of the field as the referee.

Tria paid close attention to the situation on the field.

Wood is really an excellent goalkeeper. He broke a ball from the opposing captain at the beginning of the game, and it seemed effortless.

Tria realized that she still underestimated the wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch, she swallowed, watching George and Fred and the two batters of Slytherin frantically moving towards the opposing players Hitting the Bludger.

This is completely different from when they were training. Under artificial control, the Bludgers are like cannonballs rampaging through the crowd.

A Slytherin Chaser, Derian Puse, was hit by a Bludger. It was as if he had been sucked into a washing machine. He was hit and spun around the broom several times. At that time, the brains have been shaken evenly.