Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Poor Errol, the roaring letter in his claws was still twisting in anger. When the owner of the paper bag opened it, it would burst out with its own huge sound wave, blowing them to the ground.

Unfortunately, what was faster than him was the weak and old owl. Before it could fly to Dudley, it fell headfirst into the milk 5 meters away from him, and one corner of the Howling Letter was also wet. The small bowl of milk could not support the huge body of the owl and it overturned in an instant, but disappeared immediately, leaving only Errol covered in milk and the Howling Letter, which was now wrinkled and pink.

"You're so useless," Dudley glared at him fiercely, then walked away panting.

The entire Quidditch field was now immersed in a sea of ​​crowds, with cheers, curses, and applause. Several teachers from the school were sitting at the top, and in the middle was an old man with a white beard. He was wearing his favorite blue star-patterned robe, and on his tall nose was a pair of silver glasses frames. Several thin chains hung from the sides of the two glasses frames and were attached to his ears.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little excited at the moment, with an excited smile on her red face. She looked at the big door under the playground opposite. The Slytherin members in green robes were coming out one after another. The leading ones were greeting the audience excitedly, and the young master with platinum hair was the most conspicuous among them.

The green crowd in the audience began to surge. They stood up excitedly and burst into thunderous cheers. The huge sound waves forced the birds within a three-kilometer radius to change their flight paths.

Next came the Gryffindor team. Professor McGonagall stood up excitedly, and her heartfelt gesture drew kind smiles from many teachers in the nearby teaching seats.

At this time, the snow had not completely melted yet. The huge sunlight shone on the snow piles, and some water overflowed from all sides. The weather became colder, but this did not hinder people's extreme love for this sport.

As soon as Harry walked out of the dark and narrow passage, he saw a dense crowd of people on the opposite side, and black and red tones, with a little yellow and blue mixed in between.

He pushed his glasses up against his nose, and the red piece of paper pulled out several flags with the words "Gryffindor Must Win!" written on them. The people holding the flags were obviously a little excited and were jumping up and down.

At the moment in the house cup, Gryffindor is very close with Slytherin this year thanks to the crazy extra points from Hermione and Harry. In the Quidditch match, Gryffindor narrowly defeated Hufflepuff before, and Slytherin defeated Ravenclaw. Today the two meet, and the winner of the match will hold this year's Quidditch cup, as well as the house cup.

Gryffindor is expected to break Slytherin's record of seven consecutive victories and regain this supreme honor, and everyone is paying special attention to it.

Hermione sat next to Ron, and to the side of them was the flag, held by Neville and Seamus. Seamus was obviously very excited at the moment. Despite the cold weather, his cheeks were still red and his forehead was covered with sweat.

There was an empty seat next to Dumbledore in the teachers' seats. Professor Flitwick took a look and found that Snape was not there for the first time today.

He rolled his eyes and then focused his attention on today's unprecedented game.

At this time, Snape, led by the house-elf, quietly came to Harry's dormitory in Gryffindor. His face was as black as coal, and his wide cloak hung behind him in the windless dormitory and dragged on the ground.

"Dumbledore really is!" The old professor seemed very angry at the moment. As the head of Slytherin, he could not cheer for his own college at the moment. Instead, he had to run to the place he hated the most to do some petty thefts.

Hearing the sudden noise in the dormitory, Aben raised his head vigilantly, but after finding that it was a familiar person, he lazily put his head back into the quilt.

He used his tail to hit the sleeping basilisk beside him. The giant snake's head seemed particularly stupid at this moment. It was obvious that it had been free-range for a long time, and the extremely comfortable environment, as well as the nature of snakes hibernating in winter, made it like a Muggle figurine. The basilisk turned over, crawled into Harry's bed and continued to sleep.

At this moment, a conspicuous parchment was placed on the small table next to him. With a dark face, Sneijder put the parchment into his sleeve and left in a hurry. Before leaving, he asked the house-elf to take him to the Quidditch teacher's seat.

Dumbledore was not surprised to see Snape suddenly appear. Snape stuffed the parchment into Dumbledore's hand with great force. It was as hard as stone. It was obvious that he had cast a spell on it to express his dissatisfaction.

The game had entered the most critical moment. Harry and Draco both flew to the highest point of the stadium, trying their best to open their eyes wide to catch that golden light.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle below was in full swing. Slytherin no longer followed the previous tactics of pushing and hitting people, but today they chose to play a normal game in an orderly manner. This made Wood, who was flying around, particularly uncomfortable. He practiced several times to prevent them from using any insidious tricks, but at this moment it was like a punch on cotton.

"Hurry up! What are you thinking about?" George was riding on a broom at this moment. He bent his waist, formed two parallel straight lines with the broom, and flew past Wood quickly.

Wood looked closely and found that several green shadows flashed around Gryffindor's goal frame. It turned out that they were hiding something from the world.

He cursed inwardly a few times and flew over quickly. He was careless for a moment and flew out of his goalkeeping position, but it was too late. A round ball went through the middle.

Snape smiled for the first time that day at the table.

In the audience, the people of Slytherin College started to revel, and they cheered loudly for the Gryffindor team. One voice was particularly conspicuous. I don’t know who made it up, “Wood is our king—”

Obviously they were very satisfied with the Quidditch team captain's abnormal performance today. He will help Slytherin win the house cup for many consecutive years.

"Well, as we can see now, Slaterlin used some unknown method. Did they bring a wand?"

Lee Jordan was holding the microphone at this moment, making loud accusations, and the red crowd in the audience booed.

The gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin widened again, and the score on the field now reached 50:70.

Although Hermione at the table didn't like this sport very much, she was still immersed in it at the moment, holding Ron, who was watching the game at the side, tightly with one hand.