Hogwarts Slytherin

This is the first Quidditch match of the semester, and the temperature has begun to drop. However, despite this, the enthusiasm of the students still cannot be resisted.

Quidditch pitch.

Under the cold wind, the students couldn't help but cast envious glances at the Durmstrang representatives.

Reggie was still the same as before, putting the conjured flame into a prepared glass bottle and holding it to keep warm.

"Not bad magic." Hilde sat next to him and looked at the bottle in his hand with interest.

"Thank you."

In today's match, Slytherin's opponent is Ravenclaw.

Before this, when the two academies were conducting Quidditch training, the two sides had already had several unpleasant encounters.

The current Quidditch captain of Slytherin is Flint, who has drastically changed several tactics and has great confidence in winning.

Therefore, during training, he was always suspicious of people from other academies, always feeling that those people came here specifically to learn skills from others.

At this moment, Flint was in the locker room giving his final instructions to his teammates, especially the newcomer Regulus.

"Listen, as long as you follow my method, the Quidditch Cup and Academy Cup will definitely be ours." Flint seemed very confident in his tactics.

Regulus couldn't help but take deep breaths. As a newcomer, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Regulus, don't be nervous." Flint consoled him kindly, "We will cover you, you just need to focus on the Golden Snitch."

Everyone is accustomed to this scene.

Flint was not only arrogant and bad-tempered, but he was also smart enough to know who to restrain himself from.

"Yes, Regulus, you can fly much better than that guy Dark." Avery shrugged and echoed from the side.

Duck was the last Seeker and had graduated.

"That's right, those nerds, don't even think about me." Tywin, the goalkeeper in the team, couldn't speak clearly and was chewing something in his mouth.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, you idiot!" Lukewood said, "I have watched their training, and their new seeker this year is not an easy guy to deal with."

Regulus turned the Firebolt in his hand and said firmly: "I will definitely be able to find the Golden Snitch before him."

"Hey, you're right! Let them see what we Slytherin can do." Flint's eyes were excited and cruel, and the fingers on the broom turned white from being too hard. "Let those Ravenclaws see Look how awesome we are!”

"Yes, we can definitely win."

Flint glanced at his teammates with high morale with satisfaction and stretched out his hand. His teammates stretched out their arms and folded their hands on it.

"Slytherin must win!"

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Slytherin's sea of ​​green was mixed with dazzling red, and Reggie happened to be in the position of being flanked by the red.

On the left is Gryffindor, on the right is the Durmstrang representative.

The Ravenclaw students sat in the stands opposite, their blue scarves gathered into a sea, and they blended in perfectly with Boothbottom's friends.

The horn sounded, and everyone sitting on the high platform saw the door below the stadium slowly open from a distance.

The figures in green uniforms rushed out on broomsticks first. When they could fly around the stands, the Slytherin area burst into loud cheers.

After Ravenclaw appeared, they immediately received cheers that were twice as strong as theirs.

The two teams formed a fan shape and faced each other in mid-air on broomsticks.

Mrs. Hooch stood under the court, with a familiar box at her feet.

She repeated "fair play" emphatically, and as she blew the whistle, the game officially began!

At this moment, the cheers were deafening, and everyone pulled their necks and tried their best to cheer for their favorite college.

Occasionally there are some strange sounds mixed in.

Slytherin's beater was the first to hit the Bludger towards the Ravenclaw players.

The Ravenclaw member couldn't dodge and was hit hard. You could see that he and the broom under him were shaking uncontrollably.

The Slytherin beater made a fist pump.

A burst of "boos" immediately erupted from the stands.

Slytherin's pursuer got the Quaffle, and when he was about to shoot, the Ravenclaw players turned around and flew to him to try to stop it.

Upon seeing this, the other Slytherin members immediately rushed over from left to right, almost knocking each other off the broom.

"Ding! Congratulations to Slytherin for getting the first ten points!" This year, Skeeter is still the narrator. Reggie is very curious as to why she hasn't been replaced. After all, Professor McGonagall doesn't seem to accept her explanation method.

Slytherin seemed to burst into excited cheers.

In the next game, Slytherin used this style of play and scored five goals out of order, and Ravenclaw followed closely and scored three.

The gap between the two sides is not very big.

Flint's expression became more and more serious. They didn't expect these nerds from Ravenclaw to be so resistant to beatings.

If this continues, the key to victory in this game will still depend on the Golden Snitch.

The seekers on both sides looked for the golden shadow without blinking. Both of them were new players this year, and they were both holding back their breath and wanted to prove themselves.

At this time, after Ravenclaw scored a second goal in a row, there was a commotion in the stands.

Someone was yelling: "The Snitch has appeared! It's the Golden Snitch!"

Regulus and Osborne, who had been wandering around the edge of the court, moved at the same time.

The other team members were not idle either. Slytherin sent three people to cover, and the rest took advantage of Ravenclaw's unpreparedness to quickly counterattack and score ten points!

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we can see that with the appearance of the Golden Snitch, the two cute Seekers are rushing towards it again." Skeeter explained lazily and comfortably on the side, adjusting a little. She sat in a posture, "Oh, this is obviously an unfair game. Look, Black's broom is obviously much faster. I bet this broom must be very, very expensive. If you ask me, we should just announce it Slytherin wins."

"After all, look at Osborne, this poor little guy is still holding Sweep. Slytherin is obviously ahead by 1 points at the beginning, oh no! Let me correct you, it's [-] gold galleons!"

"Hahaha"

"She was right!"

"That's not fair. Slytherin was terrible at playing. The reason we lost last year was because all of them had the latest broomsticks given to them by Malfoy!"

For a moment, there were voices of laughter, ridicule, and indignation from other colleges in the stands.

Slytherin shrugged it off.

"Hey, money is also part of strength."

"Results outweigh everything."

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Regulus's speed on the field was obviously much faster, and the Slytherin audience almost blew the trumpet of victory.

Even Regulus himself felt his heart beating wildly when he saw the golden snitch so close.

A smile of imminent victory appeared on the corner of his mouth in advance.