HP Dawn Night

"Johnson caught the Quaffle - she dodged Warrington, dodged Montague, she - she got hit by the Bludger, it was Snape... Montague caught the Quaffle Fly ball, Montague dribbles back - George Weasley hits a nice Bludger and goes over Montague's head... but Zabini intercepts the Bludger and hits it to Kay Ty Bell—what a shot! A near miss... Looks like the Slytherins have devised a new tactic after a summer of introspection, and it's cunning, mean, and—"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted to the narrator Lee Jordan.

"Just kidding, professor, add spice to it—well, Alicia Spinnett scrambles the ball, she dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger—yo! What a hang, Alicia— — wait, the audience likes this, listen to the sound, what are they singing?"

While I was chasing the Bludger, I was distracted to listen to the movement in the stands. The singing sounded loudly from the silver and green ocean of Slytherin in the stands:

That little Weasley fool,

He can't block a ball,

The Slytherins sing,

Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in a dustbin,

He always puts the ball in the goal,

Weasley made me win this one,

Weasley is our king.

"Like our song?" Montague yelled at me as she passed me laughing as it swept across the field in a green whirlwind, "Don't stop being silly, Snape, Snape Te is already going to score the goal."

I quickly turned around and went straight after Spinnett, and she was about to pass the ball to Johnson.I hit a Bludger hard at the two of them, but the distance was too far, and Johnson easily avoided the Bludger's attack.

"What are you doing, Snape?" Montague yelled at me furiously - now Johnson only had to deal with the Keeper. "This is the second time you've lost your mind, don't let me catch the third time!"

"Don't yell at her, Montague!" Draco jumped up and shouted at Montague, "Don't you see how far it is, Spinnet is already out of range of the Bludger, let alone I didn't see you steal that Quaffle either."

"Malfoy, do your job well!" Montague's face showed malicious anger, "If the Snitch is caught by Potter, no matter how many goals I score, it won't help."

"What are you doing, the game is still on," Pusey yelled as he passed us.It was only then that I discovered that the confrontation between the three of us had attracted the attention of many people. Everyone in the Slytherin team had noticed the abnormality here. Warrington was hovering on the opposite side of the court to watch the situation here , and Blaise was flying toward us.

"Pay attention to your own performance!" Montague gritted his teeth, then turned and flew away.

"Are you all right?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing, let's continue the game." I shook my head and looked at the goalkeeper. Johnson's ball was stopped by Pritchard, and he threw the ball to Warrington. The singing grew louder as the two Gryffindor players headed straight for the keeper Weasley.

The three of us spread out, distracted by Weasley's performance. He was clearly on the chords of everyone in Gryffindor. Even Potter gave up looking for the Snitch to focus on his debut.

The lone figure of Weasley stood guard in front of the three goal circles, and Warrington was galloping towards him.

"—Warrington got the Quaffle, and he went for the goal, the Bludger couldn't catch him, only the keeper..."

The singing in the Slytherin stands suddenly became so loud that Jordan had to raise his voice to try to overwhelm the singing.

"—and now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper, Weasley, the younger brother of batsman Fred and George, the rising star of the team—come on, Ron!" Jordan said hoarsely shouted into the microphone.

But the cheers came from the Slytherin side: Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his armpit, right into the central goal ring.

"Slytherin scored! Ten to zero, Slytherin leading - Ron's bad luck..." Jordan's voice was drowned out by the cheers of Slytherins and the frustrated boos of Gryffindors.Assuming what Theodore told us that day is true, Weasley's performance in this game will only go from bad to worse.

"Gryffindor got the ball again, Katie Bell galloped across the field - it was Warrington again, pass to Pusey, Pusey passed Spinnett, come on Johnson, you can catch her - you No - but Fred Weasley hit a nice Bludger, maybe George, whoever, one of the two of them. Warrington dropped the Quaffle, Katie Bell snatched the ball -Zabini's Bludger almost hit her directly - now Montague has the ball and is rushing upfield, Gryffindor, stop him!"

I sprinted past one of the Weasley twins and snatched a Bludger from under his nose.Slytherin's singing grew louder.

"—Spinnett was going for the ball, and oh my god, that was a steal. Snape from Slytherin made a nasty bludger that nearly hit them both at the same time...but Pussey Go through it, go straight for the goal, catch it, Ron!"

Gryffindors groaned in pain, and the Slytherins erupted in screams and applause.The score was pulled to twenty to zero.

"Are you all right, Pussy?" I asked Pussy as we passed each other.

"It's okay," he replied loudly.

I sniffed, maybe because of the cold wind, I felt my cold was getting worse.

At this time, a sharp whistle pierced the sky.

"Captain Montague, Slytherin, called a halt to the game. He's calling his players. What's going on?" Jordan yelled heroically, though his voice was almost drowned out by the Slytherin chants.

"Snape!" Montague called to me as soon as I hit the ground. "What were you doing? You nearly killed one of our team members."

"She didn't do it on purpose. The distance between Puse and Spinnet is too close, and it's easy to miscalculate the strength." Blaise explained to me.

"The ball cleared a hurdle for me anyway, or I might have lost the Quaffle." Pusey also put in good words for me.

Montague glared at the two of them angrily: "No matter how you say it, I can't explain the reason why she made mistakes one after another today—"

"Are you running a fever, Vio?" Draco took off his gloves suddenly, brushed my hair and touched my forehead, "Yes, it's a fever. You can't continue the game."

"I think it's fine..."

"How can we play without one player?" Montague aggressively looked at Draco, Blaise, and me in turns, and finally his eyes stayed on Draco's face, "I have a good idea, Malfoy, if you can't bear to let her continue the game, you'd better catch the Snitch!"

Draco's face changed slightly.

"Snape, no matter whether you are sick or not, it won't be difficult to persevere through this game, right?" Montague smiled triumphantly, "Okay, everyone, let's go back to the field."

He was about to raise his hand to signal Mrs. Hooch to blow the whistle again, when Draco suddenly stopped him:

"I want to remind you that Vio is sick because you insisted on training in the rain for hours last night."

Montague turned around slowly: "Interesting. So you want to put all the blame on me?"

"I just think you should be fair to her."

"Then let me tell you what justice is." Montague looked at Draco closely, "In my opinion, if someone can't keep up with the pace of the team, then she should withdraw voluntarily."

After speaking, he ignored our expressions and gestured to Mrs. Hooch to start the game.

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