hogwarts rose

Tria was completely shocked by the violence of Quidditch. She thought that even the craziest sport in the Muggle world, rugby, would not do as much damage as Quidditch.

She completely gave up on playing the game, squatting on the chair like a little quail, and decided to be a team mascot in the future.

The Snitch never came, but Chaser Angelina Johnson, assisted by George and Fred, scored the first goal of the game.

Points for Gryffindor!

Tria cheered excitedly along with the crowd, and she took a special look at Draco's reaction, and then burst out laughing.

The young master angrily smashed the telescope in Goyle's hand, while his own was still in his hand.

Seeing that the shape of her mouth was still cursing, Triya really wanted to take a camera to record it.

Hmm, maybe go back and buy a magic camera.

Harry hadn't moved much, he had been flying higher up, trying to find the Snitch.

This is not a simple matter, that little guy flies very fast.

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the crowd, and Harry also rushed to a place quickly.

Is it a snitch?

Triya squinted her eyes and tried to find it, and finally saw the golden streamer in front of Harry.

The Slytherin Seeker obviously saw it too. He was half a body behind Harry, and it seemed that he couldn't fight Harry for the Snitch.

Triya raised her heart and clenched her fists.

Are you going to win?

However, in the next second, a big man who was as tall as Goyle bumped into Harry.

That was Slytherin captain Marcus Flint.

The Gryffindor lions exploded, roaring "Foul!", while the Slytherins acted as if they hadn't seen it.

Harry's broomstick veered off course suddenly, but luckily he had a firm grip on it, otherwise he might have dropped the broomstick.

Triya patted her chest, soothing her heart that was overloaded with speed.

Luckily it was Harry's broom butt that the savage hit, and if that hit had landed on Harry, he would have broken several bones.

Long-term malnutrition made Harry look thinner than his peers. Although he was better raised at Hogwarts, he was still not as strong as the strong Slytherin.

Ms. Hooch awarded a free throw to Gryffindor, and luckily the Snitch disappeared, otherwise Slytherin might have won.

Harry returned to the high place again, watching Alicia Spinnet holding the Quaffle to avoid Slytherin's pursuit below, he continued to search for the golden shadow, and vowed to catch the golden snitch to let Marcus Flint was annoyed.

While searching, his vision suddenly flickered.

Harry's broom suddenly began to shake violently, and the brand new light wheel was completely out of control, worse than Neville's first touch with the broom.

That broom seemed to have a grudge against Harry, and it was madly trying to throw him off.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Harry.

"Ha, this first-year brat hasn't learned how to use his own broom yet!"

Marcus Flint is holding the Quaffle he just grabbed, laughing, and Angelina snatches the ball without noticing.

"f*ck!"

He cursed and went after him again.

Wood was always paying attention to Harry's movements, and he made a decisive decision and gestured to Ms. Hooch.

"Pause! We need a substitute!"

Triya stood up "scrambling" and gripped her broom tightly, her heart beating so hard that it almost made her ears ring.

Are you going to play?

Ms. Hooch blew the whistle to stop the game, but Harry didn't mean to end it at all.

He couldn't control where the broom flew at all.

Alicia Spinnet gritted her teeth and controlled the broom to meet the Bludger who was still flying around.

Under the deliberate touch, Aliya was not seriously injured, but she still let herself fall off the broom.

"Replace me!"

She yelled at Wood.

After training together for so long, she was well aware of the intimacy between Tria and the broom.

This kind of induction is not only for her own broom, but also for others, as long as there is physical contact, it will be effective.

In Quidditch, unless the player has to be replaced, the substitute cannot be allowed to play, so she took the initiative to be hit by the Bludger.

The Seeker is the most important thing in the whole team, and nothing happens to Harry.

We can only hope that Tria can control the crazy broom.

At Ms. Hooch's whistle, Tria got on her broom and took to the air.

She knew what she had to do and rushed straight in Harry's direction.

George and Fred were right next to him, but they couldn't get any closer.

The race had restarted, and Tria kept accelerating, hoping to get to Harry before he was thrown to his death.

"Whoa, what broom is this Miss Tria Black using?"

She could hear the voice of the narrator who was beyond shocked, because her speed had already surpassed anyone else in the audience. This kind of speed could only be seen in professional Quidditch matches.

Tria quickly flew to Harry's side, and she could feel that the Nimbus 2000 was controlled by some kind of magic and temporarily lost control.

Tria rushed forward, she had left her broom and sat in front of Harry, holding the Nimbus 2000 tightly.

【Stop, stop, stop...】

She kept muttering in her heart, her eyes were closed tightly, and the Nimbus 2000 was still swaying left and right. Harry was gritting his teeth behind her, unable to speak, and did not dare to take a breath.

After about 20 seconds, maybe 2 minutes, or two hours.

Light Wheel 2000 seemed to sense her thoughts, and gradually stabilized.

Triya could feel that the magic's influence on the light wheel was getting smaller and smaller, so she relaxed.

"Someone put a spell on your broom."

Tria whispered something to Harry, and jumped off the Nimbus.

Her Sweeping Seven Stars caught her firmly, and the light wheel should not be affected in a short time.

Hope to last until the end of the game.

"She is nothing short of a miracle!"

When she heard the narrator's shout and the tsunami-like cheers from the audience, she couldn't help but hook her lips.

"Good job!"

George and Fred yelled at her, but this caught the attention of Marcus Flint, who gave Tria a savage look and tried to charge her, but Fred hit her with a stick side.

"Sorry, you look like a bludger."

Fred Howe casually apologized, but gave Tria a thumbs up with one hand behind his back.

At the same time, louder cheers erupted from the stands.

"Harry Potter!"

Tria heard everyone calling Harry's name, turned her head and saw that Harry had fallen to the ground, coughing non-stop, and a golden ball fell out of his mouth ——

Golden Snitch!