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Camille sits on the top floor of the Gryffindor stands, only the little Gryffindor wizards whose blood vessels are about to explode are not excited, and there are more than 100 Gryffindors who have been aroused by Quidditch and have a desire for adventure. It's not easy to find a relatively quiet place here.

A bunch of young wizards crowded in the first row, pushing and shoving. Camille assured that those who managed to break through to the fence of the first row of the stand would never be able to see the details of the Quidditch pitch. She She considers her eyesight to be good, and her five senses have also improved after becoming a werewolf. Even she can only vaguely see a few red and green dots walking to the center of the court, but she can't see clearly at all.

After a while, only a whistle was heard, and they flew up, and now they could barely see them clearly.

A few Slytherin players quickly flew past the Gryffindor stand, and the corner of Camille's mouth twitched a few times. Where did these strong, big guys who can compete with the city wall come from?Although she focused on the food in front of her every time she ate, it seemed that in her impression, the Slytherin students should be thin and paler than her on the day after the full moon, showing a picture of being frightened A fragile look about to be scared to death?Like that annoying Sylvia.

It seems that Slytherins are crazy about Quidditch too?I also specially found these "giant snakes" to play.It seemed fair to Camille to discover that annoying Sylvia might have been horribly quarreled in the Slytherin stands, too.

"The Quaffle is now in the hands of Slytherin suitor Lazar Lefebvre, he flies fast, ah!! Louise Murray of Gryffindor snatched the Quaffle, beautiful The girl is indeed very flexible," said a fourth-year Gryffindor who was in charge of the commentary, and he kept twisting excitedly on the announcer's small seat, "She avoided Lefevere with the ball, Coming to the goal... oh!!! Foul!! Wait a minute... what!!! Hodge *blocked keyword*, it's clearly a Slytherin foul!!"

"Mr. Morris! Pay attention to the fairness of the commentary!" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to the commentator, growled. This upright professor expressed respect for the authority of referee Hodge *blocked keyword* in Quidditch.

"Yes, sorry, Professor McGonagall... ok, the Quaffle is back in Slytherin's hands, just sent by Pierre Brandt, the big Slytherin batsman Louise Murray, the Gryffindor suitor that Boggart smashed, is now catching up, and I hope her injuries are not too serious..."

Slytherin pursuer Marcus dodged a Gryffindor pursuer with the ball in his hand, Pierre Brandt and another Slytherin batsman swung their bats with force. Bogut's attack escorted him quickly to the goal.

"Marcus throws the ball!!! Oh!! Perfect!! Oliver's perfect save...even with dirty tactics the Slytherins couldn't get the ball!"

"Eric Morris!!!" The announcer, who obviously favored his own college, angered Professor McGonagall next to him before the Slytherin stand protested, "If you can't broadcast fairly, replace it!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall..." It took only two seconds to say, "Oh!!! Foul foul!!! Pierre Brandt!! You Slytherin pig!!!"

This time Professor McGonagall didn't stop such fierce abuse, because she was busy running under the stands to see Gryffindor who had just been hit directly on the shoulder with a club by a Slytherin batter and almost fell straight down Pursuit hand Claire Garcia's injury.

"Hodge *masked keyword* three free throws! Claire Garcia is on the ground to check for injuries due to Gryffindor's heroic pursuit, serve will be given by teammate, Gryffindor Quidditch team Louise Murray executed... scored!! One goal! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Fortunately, Professor McGonagall is still on the ground, otherwise this eccentric announcer might lose his job .

"Goal again!! Twenty points for Gryffindor! The third goal! You can do it, Louise!!" There was a short breath...

"Ah~~~!!" Eric Morris, the announcer from Gryffindor, successfully broke through his vocal range with a 'ecstasy' scream.

Camille's facial features were shrunk together, and she decided that before the next Gryffindor match, she must find out the spell that could temporarily deaf her and learn it. The boy had another tenor voice, and she felt that she might not be able to control it. Rationally rushed to knock him out.

"Perfect!!! Gryffindor scored all three free throws. The current score is [-] points for Gryffindor and zero points for Slytherin!" Breaking through the vocal range really hurts the throat, and Morris' voice became hoarse. But it's a good thing that the voice has become quieter, at least it helped him escape Camille's furious iron fist unintentionally.

Although the lead was [-] points quickly at the start, the big guys in Slytherin were not good-looking, relying on violent close collisions, and two batters who looked like orangutans in Sylvia's evaluation. Boggart and the Slytherins quickly not only regained the score, but even led by [-] points.

"Twenty and ten minutes into the game, the current score, Gryffindor is temporarily behind by 10 to [-]." He is really an announcer who can tell that he is biased towards his own college even when reporting the score.

At this time, Gryffindor Seeker Charlie Weasley, who had been hovering slowly in the sky, suddenly fell vertically, and the whole audience saw it, and the atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic, especially Gryffindor. Ladies and gentlemen, Camille even heard a lot of girls screaming Charlie's name clearly from the crowd of audience in the front row who were probably already squeezed out of shape.

"Charlie Weasley, seems to have seen the Snitch!! He's falling like lightning... Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins is right behind him... Both of them Accelerating!! Who will catch the Snitch!"

"Still accelerating!!! If you go any further, you will hit the ground! Where is the Golden Snitch!!"

Just when the two Seekers were already very close to the ground, Charlie suddenly made a difficult 170-degree spiral climb, followed closely behind him, Higgins, whose vision was mostly covered, had no time to react, and directly slammed hit the ground, and even the broom was broken.

"Lonsky's fake move!!!" The announcer Morris yelled into the magic microphone, he stood up excitedly, and even uprooted the microphone that had been fixed on the broadcast platform for a long time, "Charlie Weasley! !!My God!!Perfect Ronsky feint!!As expected of the Seeker who was visited by the Charlie Cannons scout earlier!The scout admitted that our Mr. Charlie Weasley has what it takes to enter the profession The ability of the team! Now!! He has brought everyone super difficult Ronsky fake moves!! The most legendary Quidditch captain of Gryffindor this century deserves his name!!" The eccentric announcer Mo Mr. Reese simply went on with the lengthy 'Charlie Weasley Profile' briefing.

"Eric Morris!" Professor McGonagall's roar came faintly from under the stairs in the grandstand. It may be because of too much anger or other reasons. Professor McGonagall did not cast the amplification spell, and the extremely eccentric announcer was next door The screams, roars, howls of excitement in the Gryffindor stands... The faint roar of Professor McGonagall was not heard at all.

Slytherin had no Seeker, and there was no suspense about the result of the game. Weasley, who was focused on finding the Snitch, found and caught the star representing 15 points and The Golden Snitch at the end of the game.

"210 to 70!!! Gryffindor's first win of the year!!!!"

Finally, I can get rid of such an explosive and noisy environment immediately!Both Camille and Sylvia, who simultaneously remembered their quiet time alone at this moment, couldn't help but thank Charlie Weasley.

Although Slytherin lost the game, at least Sylvia could embrace her quiet time once she got out of the stands.Sylvia doesn't care about losing the game at all. Anyway, the only son of the Higgins family has not killed himself stupidly. The rich Higgins family won't mind giving the broom a broken broom or something. Sylvia thinks that this is not a big loss for the Slytherin, who mainly focuses on schoolwork, when her son puts on a new light wheel broom and loses the game. Definitely don't think so.

On the other side, when the fat *shielded keyword* of Gryffindor Tower opened the door, a noise like five hundred ducks being stuffed together instantly blinded Camille, leaving the underground fighting arena Having been in such a messy environment for several years, Camille felt that her senses had become a lot more squeamish. If it wasn't for her homework still in the room, she wouldn't want to go in at all when the lounge was having a carnival.

Five hundred ducks... or magic ducks!It's scary to think about it... Camille frowned and lingered at the door for a while, and waited until the fat *shielded keyword* impatiently asked her if she wanted to go in, Camille took a deep breath, swish burst into the passage leading to the Gryffindor common room.

Twenty minutes later, Camille, whose clothes were messy and even loosened her golden and red tie, crawled out of the Gryffindor lounge. What a strong little werewolf, she felt that Gryffindor was in a carnival. Multiple restrooms can literally mess up a grown werewolf *blocked keyword*!The reason why she was able to rush back to the dormitory and squeeze out through the crowd was thanks to her years of fighting experience and the good physique of a werewolf that she hadn't lost.

Camille straightened her crooked clothes and secretly decided that one day that annoying little white-haired Slytherin girl would do something silly and make her angry, and she would put her in a Gryffindor robe And tie, thrown into the Gryffindor common room where she just won the Quidditch match, and let that malnourished bony person go in and experience her 'Gryffindor's wrath'!

With the experience of the Quidditch match that was so loud that she almost blew herself up, Sylvia no longer intends to appear in the stands of any Quidditch match, so when the weekend is three weeks later, most When some young wizards flocked excitedly to the Quidditch stands, Sylvia smiled and rejected the invitations of other young wizards in Slytherin, and said with a smile that she needed to go to the library to look up Transfiguration materials and write a report—at least She used her less-than-stellar Transfiguration as an excuse, trying to make it a little less fake.

Think of those little wizards sitting in the high stands shivering in the cold wind in the cold December in England, and having to stick their hands out of their robes to wave the little flags representing their colleges At this time, but she can come to the quiet library at this time, blowing on the magic constant temperature heating, enjoying the rare afternoon sunshine in winter, while immersing herself in the sea of ​​books of those profound and charming potions or ancient texts... Perfect!