HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Since that incident, the relationship between Hermione, Harry and Ron has become somewhat delicate.

She did not personally experience the moment when they heroically rescued her, so that deep friendship did not take root between them.

Now, Hermione would go to the Slytherin common room almost every day to hang out with Seconas.

The two of them look like a pair of real sisters together.

Hermione and Cygnus talked about magic, academics, and various interesting topics, and sometimes shared their thoughts with each other.

The two of them laughed constantly and their relationship became closer.

Whenever Draco saw Hermione being close to her sister Silence, he would show an unhappy expression on his face.

In his opinion, this Gryffindor girl was gradually replacing his position in his sister's heart.

This thought made him anxious and even a little jealous.

Winter is coming, the Hogwarts campus is covered with snow, and the atmosphere of the Quidditch game is getting stronger.

However, Hermione no longer had any contact with Harry and Ron.

Harry and Ron were struggling academically, and without Hermione's help, they had to spend a lot of time on their papers.

One afternoon, Harry and Ron were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, facing a pile of boring homework.

Ron scratched his head and kept moving the quill in his hand across the parchment, but he couldn't write a few words.

Harry frowned and stared at the tedious contents of the History of Magic book.

At this time, they remembered Hermione's good points and started discussing Hermione with each other.

"Do you think Hermione is still mad at us?"

Ron frowned, tapping his quill on the parchment.

Harry sighed, "Maybe, but we really need her help right now."

Both of them regretted not restoring their relationship with Hermione in time. However, at this moment, Hermione only had Segnus in her eyes and was unwilling to even glance at them.

In the midst of busy preparations for the Quidditch match, Oliver Wood handed Harry a thick book, "The Origins of Quidditch".

The next day, in Potions class, Harry couldn't help but take out the book "The Origins of Quidditch" given to him by Oliver Wood and read it secretly.

The content of the book was so rich that he read it with great interest and completely forgot everything around him.

At this moment, Professor Snape appeared silently behind Harry. He stared at the book in Harry's hand expressionlessly, with a cold light in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and motioned for Harry to look up.

Harry was startled and immediately closed the book, looking at Professor Snape nervously.

"Potter, it seems that your interest in Potions has shifted to Quidditch."

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but found himself speechless.

Snape raised his hand and confiscated Harry's "The Origins of Quidditch" with a light wave.

He turned and walked to the podium, announcing, "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor House."

The whole classroom fell silent in an instant, and the students all looked at Harry sympathetically.

Harry lowered his head helplessly, secretly regretting his impulsiveness.

Unwilling to give up, Harry decided to take the book back secretly.

That night, after everyone returned to the dormitory, Harry quietly left Gryffindor Tower and came to Professor Snape's office.

He pushed the door open carefully and found that the office was pitch black, with only the moonlight from the window shining on the floor.

Harry tiptoed into the office and his eyes quickly locked on the bookshelf beside him.

He walked quietly to the bookshelf and began to look for the book "The Origins of Quidditch".

Just then, he heard Professor Snape's voice. He was startled and immediately hid behind the bookshelf.

Professor Snape came out from the inner room, muttering something as he straightened his robes.

Harry hid in the dark, watching him nervously.

Suddenly, Harry discovered a deep wound on Snape's leg, as if he had been bitten by some large creature.

He covered his mouth tightly, afraid that he would make a sound. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, making his heart beat faster.

He carefully poked his head out from behind the bookshelf, his eyes fixed on Professor Snape's back.

Taking advantage of the moment when the professor turned around, Harry quickly slipped out of the office door and ran towards the Gryffindor common room.

Harry ran back to the Gryffindor common room, panting. He opened the door and saw Ron Weasley still studying wizard chess in there bored.

He rushed to Ron impatiently and said excitedly: "Ron, I have a great discovery!"

Ron was startled by Harry's sudden appearance. He raised his head and looked at Harry in confusion: "What did you find? Why are you so flustered?"

Harry grabbed Ron's shoulders tightly and said seriously:

"I suspect that Professor Snape was bitten by the three-headed dog! He must want to get what the three-headed dog is protecting."

Ron's eyes widened, his face full of surprise: "You mean, Professor Snape is related to the three-headed dog? How is this possible?"

Harry told Ron what he had seen and heard in Snape's office. After listening, Ron also felt that this matter was of great significance.

With this guess, Harry Potter arrived on the day of the game.

Quidditch matches at Hogwarts always make people's hearts beat faster, and the air seems to become tense with excitement.

The golden sunlight shines on the ancient castle, and the whole campus is immersed in boiling laughter and joy.

The peak confrontation between Slytherin and Gryffindor has long become a topic of discussion among people. The tit-for-tat competition makes everyone's blood boil.

The game has not started yet, but the lively atmosphere has already spread to every corner of the campus like a tide.

They were dressed in brightly coloured attires representing their respective houses, as they made their way through the bustling crowd on the way to the Quidditch pitch.

Some of them moved forward with brisk steps and the flags waving in their hands seemed to be the burning passion in their hearts.

They shouted slogans loudly and excitedly, and the sound rose and fell, blending with the laughter of the people around them.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Slytherin students, dressed in green and silver robes, moved confidently among them.

Their eyes were determined and there was an air of unparalleled arrogance in their steps.

On the side, the Gryffindor students were dressed in red and gold robes, like burning flames.

They are full of passion, and every move they make reveals their bravery and fearlessness, like a group of warriors ready to charge at any time.

On the green lawn outside the stadium, colorful stalls bloomed like flowers, and the aroma of various delicacies and the unique charm of magic toys wafted around.

The elves were nimble and busy moving among the crowd. The turkey legs and jumping chocolate frogs on the trays in their hands tempted every student who passed by.

The students took out their wallets one by one, with satisfied smiles on their faces. They ate the delicious food with big mouthfuls and excitedly shared the thrilling moment on the court.

At the entrance of the stadium, the players of both teams were making final preparations. Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, was calm and composed, with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood was busy discussing tactics with his teammates.

"Nervous, Harry?" Oliver Wood's voice sounded particularly firm in the cold morning breeze.

Harry Potter raised his head slightly, his eyes passed through the flying leaves and fell on the face of the Quidditch captain. The corners of his mouth twitched, and the tension in his heart rose and fell like the tide. "Well, it is true."

Wood extended his broad palm and patted Harry's shoulder heavily, as if to pass on courage to him in this way. "Don't worry, when I first went on stage, my legs were shaking like playing the piano."

Harry couldn't help laughing, and the tense atmosphere seemed to fade a little. He curiously asked, "How was the game?"

Oliver Wood's eyes suddenly became distant, as if he had traveled through time and space back to that moment. He sighed softly, "Ah, I don't remember the specific details very clearly. I just remember that less than two minutes into the game, a Bludger hit my head like crazy, and then my eyes went black. I lay in the hospital wing for a week."

Harry's throat tightened, his heart pounding, and he swallowed nervously.

The grand gate of the Quidditch arena slowly opened. He and his teammates held their brooms tightly and soared into the air in unison. The wind whistled in his ears, stimulating every cell in his body to become active.

At that moment, the audience in the venue seemed to wake up from their slumber and burst into thunderous cheers!

"Dear audience friends, the Hogwarts Quidditch field is now filled with a tense atmosphere! The opening battle of this semester is about to begin in full swing - Slytherin and Gryffindor, the two strong teams meet, and sparks are bound to fly! And I, Lee Jordan, will hold the commentary microphone tightly and bring you this passionate game!

As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the audience were so excited that they couldn't control themselves, as if fireworks were lit.

The screams and shouts merged into waves, one after another, as if to drown the entire stadium.

Cygnus also smiled and waved the small silver and green flag.

The two teams dressed in red and green uniforms, Slytherin and Gryffindor, the bright colors are particularly eye-catching on the green field, like two hot flames colliding with each other.

"Players, get set!" As Mrs. Hodge stepped firmly onto the grass, her voice was like a war drum, stirring everyone's heart.

The air around seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere spread among the athletes.

"Mrs. Hodge steps onto the field and with one command, the game is about to begin!" Lee Jordan's passionate voice resounded throughout the stadium.

Madam Hooch held her head high and her eyes swept across the faces of each player present. Her voice was firm and powerful: "Today, I look forward to a fair and exciting game."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and slowly opened the Quidditch box.

In an instant, the Bludger and the Golden Snitch flew into the sky like released falcons, with a sharp scream that broke through the air and like arrows.

"The Bludger is in the air, and the Snitch is hiding behind it! Note that it is worth 150 points. Once it is captured by the Seeker, the game is over!"

Madam Hooch gripped the Quaffle tightly, tensed her arm muscles, and threw it up into the clouds.

"The Quaffle is in the air, and the game is on!" Lee Jordan's shout echoed in the air, like a drumbeat, igniting the blood in the hearts of every player on the field.

"Angelina Johnson, she grabbed the Quaffle! She weaved through the obstacles. The entire Slytherin defense pressed forward, but look at her. She turned around with incredible agility and cleverly avoided Marcus Flint's interception! Goal! Gryffindor got off to a good start and scored the first ten points!" Lee Jordan could not hide his excitement in his commentary.

The little lions cheered enthusiastically, and their cheers were like trumpets celebrating victory in advance!

The professors in their chairs couldn't help but get excited. They clapped their hands vigorously, and the applause echoed like thunder.

Even Professor Snape, who usually had a stern and serious face, couldn't help but clap his hands gently at this moment. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed a hint of joy deep in his heart.

"The Slytherin players started a fierce scramble, and the ball flew to Bletchley in the chaos! He was quick-witted and passed the ball skillfully, and the ball was like a guided missile, landing accurately in the hands of the captain Marcus Flint!"