Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 402 A bunch of nonsense

   As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the whole school began to head to the Quidditch pitch.

  After arriving at the Quidditch stadium, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and the others, and went directly to the commentator's stand. He will also serve as the commentator of the Quidditch game under the supervision of Professor McGonagall.

   "Let's find an empty seat too." Shanna turned her head to Albert and said.

The two of them walked towards the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, and were about to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw that someone was trying to put a suit with the words "Potter must win" on the top row. sheets hanging up.

   "It seems that our savior also has his own supporters." Albert said with a smile.

"It should be Potter's roommate. The big lion is well drawn." Shanna raised her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and said to Albert with a smile: "Gryffindor College may appear again." A genius."

  Sanna saw no other seniors, which meant the banner was probably the work of a first grader. Except for Albert, it is estimated that no one in their class can achieve this level within a few months.

   "Barely make do." Albert smiled and took out his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted, and the lion suddenly roared.

   "This is much better, isn't it." Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in a prank.

   "You scared them."

  Sanna looked at the few people who were startled by the lion's roar, and couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling.

   "What's going on, how on earth did you do it." Ron looked up at the banner that gave out a lion's roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.

  Not only him, but even several of Harry's roommates also looked at Hermione in surprise.

   "I didn't do it." Hermione didn't figure out what was going on.

  Amidst the roar of the lion, the Quidditch players from both sides came on the field one after another. Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously, announcing the official start of the game.

   I don't know how long it took before Angelina scored the first goal amidst the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roar of the Slytherins.

  Because Gryffindor took the lead in scoring, the game started to become unfriendly.

  Everyone is used to this kind of game atmosphere, and every year there will always be a few unfriendly games in the Quidditch game.

   This year’s Gryffindors are at a disadvantage. Their suitors are all girls, and they are relatively weak when they attack each other in private. Fred and George alone are obviously not enough.

  The Slytherin team soon regained the disadvantage and began to gain the lead in points.

   Albert is not surprised at all, sometimes you are not black enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress your opponent, you can only use black to control black.

  Gryffindor can't do the former, and doesn't choose the latter, so when encountering the black hands of the Slytherin team, they can only be hanged and beaten by the opponent.

Amidst the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the communication bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, got up and walked to the side, feeling angry because of the despicable methods of the Slytherin team The Gryffindor students were completely unaware of Albert's departure.

   Albert found Isobel who was watching the game with binoculars in a remote corner with almost no people.

  He walked over directly, sat down next to the girl, and asked with a smile: "Do you think the Gryffindor team will win?"

"I heard people say that you think Harry Potter will catch the Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor." Isobel put down the binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said gently, "They Take your word for it."

"People always need some confidence. You know, sometimes self-confidence is very important. It can allow everyone to fully exert their abilities, and I just can bring them confidence." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand , gently stroking the white palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"

  Isobel couldn't help but roll his eyes at Albert.

   "It can improve morale simply and effectively, why not do it?" Albert smiled and raised the binoculars hanging around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.

  The savior is high in the air, moving around looking for the whereabouts of the golden snitch.

In fact, the purpose of flying to high altitudes is to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin team. Since Wood was reminded by Albert last time, he has paid great attention to protecting Harry's safety. In his words: We don't want you The land was attacked.

   Facts have proved that this is a wise decision.

   After all, Harry was playing Quidditch for the first time and had no idea of ​​the dirty tricks the Slytherins would use to win.

"You can always find a lot of excuses for yourself." Isobel held Albert's hand backhand and said gently, "However, you are right, some methods can really effectively improve everyone's confidence. I heard You bet a lot of Galleons that Harry would catch the Snitch and give Gryffindor a victory?"

   "Not a lot of Galleons." Albert corrected, "Only ten Galleons."

   "Gambling is not a good habit." Isobel reminded kindly.

   "I rarely do things I'm not sure of, so I rarely lose." Albert shrugged.

   "But I still don't want you to gamble on certain things." Isobel looked into Albert's eyes and said seriously: "There are some things that you can't gamble on, even if the probability of losing is very small."

   "Okay, I promise. You know that I cherish my own life more than anyone else." Albert knew what the bet Isobel was talking about.

  A real gambler does not refer to these so-called small bets, but dares to gamble on other things, and sometimes loses once and loses nothing.

   While the two were talking, another change occurred over the Quidditch pitch. Harry, who had just dodged a Bludger, was speeding up his dive, chasing a golden streamer of light.

   That's right, Harry Potter found the Snitch.

   Just as Harry dived, the entire Quidditch pitch suddenly fell silent. Everyone noticed the Snitch and stood up one after another, watching the upcoming Snitch battle.

Seeker Terrence Higgins of the Slytherin team obviously saw it too. He was even closer than Harry, but he didn't have the advantage on the broom. After catching up, the two ran towards the snitch side by side.

  At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, and the players seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do. They all hovered in the air, watching the fight for the Snitch.

   As soon as the Seeker catches the Snitch, the game is over.

  Harry's Nimbus 2000 was faster than Higgins' sweeping Seven Stars. Seeing Harry speeding up again, reaching out to grab the Snitch and grab the victory for Gryffindor, an accident happened.

   With a "bang", Harry felt that he was hit hard by someone, and the broom moved sideways because of it.

   It was Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, who deliberately charged Harry to prevent him from capturing the Snitch.

   "Foul!"

  Amidst the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle to suspend the game. She flew over angrily and scolded Flint bloody.

  The latter showed a smile of successful planning, because of the suspension of the game, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from everyone's sight, and Gryffindor missed the chance to win the game.

   The Gryffindor team glared at Flint angrily and nearly devoured him alive.

  However, many students who recovered from their anger suddenly realized what happened just now, and started throwing debris at the field, and some people pulled out their wands and cast curses at Flint to express their protest and dissatisfaction.

   "They seem... a little excited." Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because they all bet on Harry being able to catch the Snitch and win the game, and Flint's move undoubtedly made Gallon slip away from their hands." Albert said maliciously, "Nothing compares to just now." It would make everyone even more angry if Garen slipped through his fingers."

   "Aren't you angry?" Isobel looked Albert up and down, and asked, "I remember you also bet."

"If nothing else happens, Harry should be able to catch the Snitch. His Nimbus 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins's sweeping Seven Stars. Moreover, Harry's skills are not bad. As the savior, his luck is naturally good. So I don't think he's going to lose."

   "What nonsense are you talking about!" Isobel couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

  (end of this chapter)