Bride of the HP Dragon

It started to rain 10 minutes after the start of the game, the rain was not heavy, and the sun could peek out from the dark clouds, but these did not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience at all.

They have become accustomed to the sometimes unpredictable Scottish weather, bringing their own umbrellas, transparent tarps, raincoats, and the older students have been able to cast the Water-Repelling Charm with varying degrees of success.

Three 10 minutes passed in the blink of an eye and the score was 60-50 with Oro leading.But Oro is aware of the fact that the Hogwarts team is playing all-or-nothing, without the hypocrisy of a friendly match.

At the outset, it was clear that players from both teams hadn't worked with their teammates, with short-lived brushes, Quaffle drops, Bludger misses and, in the case of Sharon Pushey, short-lived Forgot that Ginny was by her side.

But Ginny was a good athlete, and she gave a thumbs up to a panicked Sharon that the scrape on her forehead wasn't serious.Ron, on the other hand, did a great job of holding the gate against the fierce and determined attack of the Oro team.

He even gave a pleasant smile when Chaser Astrid Hudgens failed a tricky pitch from an angle: "Good shot!"

For reasons kept secret, Oro's batsman, Donald Bligh, fed Ron a number of Bludgers, and the number multiplied after the incident, and Draco's crew couldn't have been more impressed with how things were going. Surprised.

After 45 minutes of the game, there was still no sign of the Snitch, and the game was called timeout due to a small friction between Draco and the opponent's Seeker Guy Tanner.

"This is excruciating," murmured Harry, who was using Neville's panoramic binoculars and quickly forgot that they had intended to share.

Madam Hooch was in the midst of a heated argument with the defiant Malfoy, while Madam Pomfrey was busy wagging her fingers at the stupefied Tanner.

"Would you like to hear Luna's commentary?" Lavender asked, delighted to have an excuse to don her brand new pink raincoat and show it off to everyone for the last 10 minutes.

"What happened to her commentary?" Hermione asked back, as she and Neville were huddled together under a crooked, rusty black umbrella (perhaps it was from the 70s).

"Luna is another reason why people come to the games these days."

That's right.Apart from the usual blood and excitement of Quidditch matches, Luna's hysterical commentary is also exciting.The principal is a big fan.

Lavender glanced at her: "I'm surprised you tried to move Harry's arm away with your fingernails, did you want to lean over to listen to the commentary?"

"Oh," Hermione was taken aback. She looked down at Harry's left arm and found that there was her own curved nail print on it: "I'm sorry, Harry."

Far from paying attention, Harry slumped anxiously to the edge of the stands once he was out of Hermione's firm grip.Hermione tried to make him stop fidgeting so much and sit down again, but Dean was quicker than her.The boy quickly and firmly grasped the back of Harry's undershirt, grinning.

If Dean hadn't made this thought-provoking gesture afterwards, Hermione might have thanked him: "Harry, if we put you down a bit, are you sure you can hear what Hooch is saying?"

"No," said Harry distractedly, "busy."

His focus seemed to be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, not the field.

After the rain stopped, visibility returned to normal.In this weather, you can always look forward to the appearance of a rainbow.

But strange sights also seemed to appear, something as innocuous as a rainbow in the cacophony of loud invective, bloody noses, scraped bruises and rude hand gestures.

"Harry, can you sit down? You're making me nervous," Hermione muttered.

"What the hell are you looking at? The game is over there!" Lavender reminded Harry, pointing to the sky.It wasn't until Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle for the restart that Tanner apparently regained consciousness with no persistent adverse effects.

"I'm looking for evidence. Stupid Snape said that if I fly today, I will be in danger."

"Well, you're not the only one getting pissed off by the game, Hermione is just as bad as you," Lavender declared.

"Hermione's not at all anxious about the game, thanks!" Hermione interrupted sharply, feeling a little annoyed at Lavender and her silly pink raincoat.

Dean whistled. "Someone got up mad this morning."

"Oh, shut up, Dean."

Her attitude had been annoying that afternoon, but Hermione found herself compelled to care, and it mattered.Malfoy had corrupted her, she was evil now, and the confirmation letter was probably on its way in the mail.

But Lavender was right.She was just as restless as Harry, and not just because of the danger that was always around her.She shuddered slightly, trying to hide the fact by tightly intertwining her legs and ankles.Although there was a very pleasant breeze blowing through the stands, her hands were still sweaty, and her school uniform shirt was completely glued to her back with sweat.

Hermione felt nauseous, as if she was sitting in the NEWTS exam room for the exam again, and the reason for her embarrassment was unimaginable.The condition of her stomach, whether they were empty or not, seemed to be magically linked to what Malfoy on the broom was doing.

When he swooped, she felt a fall too.She seemed to be right beside him when he ascended.

When Annie Takamara hit a Bludger determined to get back, Malfoy spun brilliantly out of the way, and Hermione felt like she was spinning with him.

It was a novel experience for Hermione when every ball was at stake.

This was the feeling Harry wanted to describe to her several times, but unfortunately Harry was not good at words, so he failed to recommend to Hermione that Quidditch is life.

"It seems to be thrown out every 2 minutes, but it's not a big deal." She recalled that Harry, who seemed stupid, said this to herself once.

And her answer seems to be "vomit..."

True, it would help if Malfoy could hold still in the air for longer than a second, but Hermione guessed that wasn't the essence of Quidditch.

It's interesting why these particular side effects aren't specifically mentioned in Talostabo's book.Hermione thought she could discreetly write the bad temper on a post-it note, or something else, in the "Effects" section, which might read: "Under the influence of FidaMia, people may experience Absolutely stupid, crazy, suicidal, watery-brained and Quidditch-moving effects with spell mates."

But Hermione had to admit that Malfoy was not a reckless player, she had watched him fly for years and knew he was undeniably good.

Gosh, she hates flying.The fact that she hates flying so thoroughly doesn't even have a clear reason.Well, well, there's a small reason, and it starts with broom lessons on their first day of first grade.

She saw Harry's broom treating him like an enthusiastic puppy to its doting master.Ron was a late bloomer at his broom skills, but still managed to succeed.Realizing that there were certain things she couldn't master, no matter how hard she worked, was very disturbing.

Many times, Hermione wondered if it had something to do with her Muggle origins.But if that's the case, how does that explain Harry and his amazing talent with the broom?

But she was conceitedly inclined to dismiss that explanation, arguing that Harry was a born geek, so he didn't count.

Hermione felt that the fastest way to get from point A to point B was to walk.If not, there are bicycles.But if you want to get to the bottom of it, there are cars, trains, trams, taxis, not counting Floos and Apparitions.If one has a choice in life, why choose to fly on a broomstick?

"Honey roasted cashews?" Neville asked her.He nudged her with his elbow, a brown paper bag in his hand, and Hermione turned and winked at him.His warm, friendly smile soothed her nerves: "My grandma baked it herself."

She whispered thanks and grabbed a handful, the cashews at least kept her hands busy.

Thank goodness everyone else was so engrossed in the game that no one noticed that Hermione kept her eyes tightly shut for a third of the time.

Professor McGonagall felt a little guilty about giving up the joint commentary arrangement with Blaise Zabini this afternoon.But the audience liked Luna's commentary very much, but they really needed to assign an extra person to help Luna when she was too excited.

Normally, Professor McGonagall would give the girl a nudge with her elbow to get the girl back on track, but considering it was a friendly match - though that's what the players were told - she dismissed the suggestion of teaming up with Zabini, And Zabini is as passionate about Quidditch as the players. .

It's a pity the headmaster is back in London to take care of Ministry business, he'll love the game.At this time, Professor McGonagall noticed that the always calm head of the male student union stared at Miss Lovegood for two seconds.

"Ginny Weasley scored again! She dribbled past a big guy with cream hair and thighs as thick as three tree trunks. Hogwarts now 60 points. I must say, Ron Weiss Lay was amazing in the face of pressure and passion. He didn't have that tense and puke look on his face at all, and he didn't turn green. Ooooh!!! Sharon Postley from Hogwarts did a brilliant Bush fly! She's doing great, isn't she?"

"Push," Blaise corrected with infinite patience, "Sharon Pushy, and that's Ugandan spin."

"Ewe gander spin, ladies and gentlemen, that's what my learned commentary partner, Mr Zabini, told me, now he looks like he's wrapping himself up in a black raincoat with Slytherin stripes that sets him off. Beautiful hair and eyes."

From the nearest Hufflepuff stand, several senior boys hissed into the studio.Blaise's face was frozen, and he gave them that dead-on look.

"The Snitch is still nowhere to be seen, but Malfoy and Tanner are on high alert, and I expect it to appear soon. Oh, look! Neville Longbottom is waving at me! Still holding the Attractive cashew nuts! I tasted one before the game, and it tasted amazing! Long live the cashew nuts, Neville!" Luna also waved at Neville.

There was sniggering from the crowd, and Hermione patted Neville's hand reassuringly, as he clutched the bag of cashews so hard he wanted to disappear into his seat.

Meanwhile, Oro tries to score again, and Ron nearly falls off his broom trying to save the ball.

Blaise gritted his teeth: "Lovegood, I swear..."

Luna picked up her duties again: "Weasley got the ball!"

"He didn't!" Blaise interrupted indignantly. "You pay attention!"

A brief scuffle ensued in the studio, which had to be stopped until Professor McGonagall's face turned angry.