[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

Just like that, the three-person study group was on track.

On the last day of January, the sun was shining brightly, and a wisp of white clouds was like a veil, slowly blown by the morning breeze.

Sigrid held the green flag symbolizing Slytherin in the stands to cheer for her college team!

Today is the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. The game hasn't even started yet, but the stands are already packed with young wizards from various houses.

Two-thirds of the stands were all yellow, and students from all the houses were probably out, and there were many students from the other two houses mixed in. Hufflepuff's organizational mobilization ability and strong affinity were undoubtedly evident.

Especially the territory opposite belongs to the "school grass support group". This time, in addition to flags, headbands and giant banners, they even made a giant portrait of Cedric. Their strength should not be underestimated.

In the Slytherin players' lounge, several players looked out at the packed stands and the roar of Hufflepuff's cheers, and began to feel a little worried.

Chaser Adrian Pusey was a little worried and envious, "Hufflepuff is so powerful today!"

Several other players also curiously looked around the dark stadium. Yellow basically surrounded the entire stadium, and only a small area was green. What is the difference between this and playing away games?

Draco Malfoy snapped, "Are you ready to throw in the towel before the game even starts?"

Captain Marcus Flint encouraged, "It's all bluffing in the face of absolute strength. Last time we lost to Ravenclaw carelessly, today is our last chance! We must win!"

"That pretty boy Diggory, today we are going to make him embarrassed in front of all the girls in the school!" Derek, the batsman, raised the broom in his hand maliciously.

"No, we can't lose in terms of momentum. They have the school belle, and we have the school belle!" Draco suddenly had an idea and raised his eyebrows.

Another batsman, Bol, was also eager to try. "Yes, if Stewart can cheer us on from the sidelines, I guarantee that the wizards in the entire stadium will be jealous of us! Captain, what do you think?"

Marcus Flint lowered his eyes and thought about it. If it can make his team members more energetic, it is indeed worth a try. "Okay, I'll go talk to Stuart."

Seeing all the players jumping for joy, Marcus left the lounge and headed outside the field.

Although the students in the stands belonging to Slytherin were also densely packed, they were much more reserved compared to the crazy atmosphere of Hufflepuff.

Seeing the Quidditch captain Marcus suddenly walking towards the stands, his eyes couldn't help but focus on this captain, wondering what was going on with him when the game was almost over.

Marcus raised his eyes and noticed the school beauty who came out of their college without much effort. She seemed to have bloomed in the first half of the third grade. She was so beautiful and sexy that people couldn't take their eyes away.

The little wizards around her kept secretly paying attention to her with seemingly absent eyes. Except for Nelson, who was close to her, the little wizards around her didn't consciously keep a little distance from her.

Everyone watched captain Marcus walk along the steps through the crowd and stop at another crowd focus point in the stands.

Sigrid looked at the captain Marcus who suddenly stopped in front of her in surprise, wondering why he came to find her.

"Hello, Stuart, on behalf of the Quidditch team, I invite you to come to the team bench to watch the game."

Sigrid looked down at the bench, which was one of the best areas to see and the place that attracted the most attention. Sigrid refused with some hesitation, "Senior Flint, I'd better do my best here!"

Because of the last perverted harassment incident, she had already had her own shadow of becoming famous. She even began to wonder if she had been too high-profile in the school newspaper and forum recently to attract perverts because of the speculation that Fred blurted out on the day they broke up.

Marcus came closer to her and whispered, "We need you to cheer us up. Please, Stuart, you don't want us to lose!" After saying that, he looked at Sigrid and signaled Sigrid to come down with him, and there was no room for rejection.

Susie teased and secretly made a goodbye gesture to her. Although Sigrid was unhappy with Flint's somewhat threatening invitation, she could only go down with Flint.

Looking at the two people walking down together, not only Slytherin, but also Hufflepuff, who was known for being a gossip, also cast his gaze over. For a moment, everyone in the stadium was quiet except for the rhythmic chants from the "school grass support team".

Fred looked on from the stands far away with an unhappy look on his face. The entire team was here today to observe the opponent in advance and formulate tactics to deal with Slytherin.

"It would be great if Stuart was our Gryffindor. He would cheer us on from the nearest stands every game. I would definitely be able to score a few more goals!" Angelina Johnson said regretfully.

"That's right, I'm a girl and I like her beauty. Why do I wear school uniform? She is like a fairy descending to earth and we are just like wearing grandma's bloated old coat..." Alia Spinnet also agreed. Nod.

Fred mentally slandered Sigrid, who was surrounded by a group of young Quidditch boys in the stands below. "I remember that!"

In the stands on the bench, Sigrid was surrounded by the players who were about to play. She watched them all staring at her with silly eyes, smiling implicitly and waving the flags in their hands, "Hi, hello! Come on, let's play. I’m optimistic about you!”

The team members' eyes immediately widened when the school beauty smiled at her at such a close distance, and a few juniors looked away shyly.

Captain Marcus looked at the team members who were instantly full of energy and looked at Sigrid with admiration. The idea of ​​having Sigrid on the bench as a permanent fixture has already been considered.

As Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, the game was about to begin. Sigrid and the players who were going to play high-fived one by one and watched them take the field.

Someone who was peeping in the crowd was jealous when he saw this scene. He secretly made up his mind to teach these little hooligans a lesson when they compete with Slytherin. He actually dared to touch his girlfriend's palm one by one!

After the players from both sides are in position, the game begins!

Sigrid also sat down with a serious face. Although she was not interested in Quidditch and couldn't understand it, she still tried to show that she was immersed in it.

Seeing the school belle paying so serious attention to the situation on the field, the substitute boy sitting next to him also began to consciously act as a commentator, telling Sigrid about the situation on the field.

Because the commentary was very professional, Sigrid also began to integrate into the anxious game. She also dutifully stood up and cheered when the team had an offensive opportunity!

Due to their well-prepared and strong strength, Slytherin began to take a big lead, and the Slytherin stands also cheered.

But he never expected that when the situation began to turn one-sided, Cedric actually caught the Golden Snitch, and the advantage Slytherin established in the early stage was suddenly gone.

The yellow sea belonging to Hufflepuff let out waves of cheers, as if they had won the game.

Hufflepuff, who was full of momentum, began to form threatening counterattacks one after another, which always made Sigrid and the snakes in the stands fearful. Fortunately, captain Marcus had rich experience in goalkeeping, and their goal was impregnable. .

Slytherin gritted his teeth and endured the last minute, narrowly defeating Hufflepuff 190:170.

When she heard Mrs. Hooch blowing the whistle to end the game, Sigrid finally relaxed her biting lower lip. She was so excited that she couldn't help but hugged the little boy next to her who had been explaining to her to celebrate her victory.

The other team members also returned to the bench one after another. Looking at her face like a little fan, Sigrid smiled and shook hands with each of them, praising their performance one by one, "You were great just now, Montague." , "You look particularly handsome when you steal between two Hufflepuffs, Bor"...

Approaching Draco, they were acquaintances after all, Sigrid gave him a comforting hug, "You were great just now, Draco, but Digory is two years older than you, so he will suffer a lot in terms of strength. I'm optimistic about you." !”

"Thank you, Sigrid!" After hearing Sigrid's consolation, Draco's bad mood of being forced to show off by Digory dissipated a little. They won anyway!

"Okay, let's go!" Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood stood up in a good mood. Hufflepuff lost the game, but they still have a chance to win the championship. As long as they kill Ravenclaw and Slytherin, they can win the championship!

The other team members also stood up in a good mood. Although they hated Slytherin's arrogance, secretly they all hoped that Slytherin would win this game. I couldn't help but thank Slytherin once in my heart, and also thanked the school beauty who gave Slytherin blood at the end.

The entire team was probably only one who hated Fred so much that he was gnashing his teeth. During his game, Sigrid hid in the opponent's stands to cheer him on. During Slytherin's game, she came off the field in person, high-fiving and shaking hands, and she even dared to hug him. , have you ever taken him as your boyfriend to heart?

Fred was so angry that he wanted to bite her again. He consciously regarded himself as his "boyfriend" and had no contact with his ex-girlfriend at all.

At this moment, a small accident occurred on the court. A dung bomb was thrown from the backstage of the "school grass support group" and hit Sigrid on the shoulder very quickly.

The stands in the Slytherin bench area were filled with stench. When the team members saw the innocent girl being hit and trembling with aggrievedness, they all held their breath to comfort her. Fortunately, Draco was smart and pulled Sigrid into the team lounge.

To avoid her being embarrassed and being watched.

After entering the lounge, Sigrid's expression improved. Captain Marcus Flint came in with an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry for such an accident. We have dispersed to send you back. Don't let this childish prank go." In my heart!”

Sigrid nodded and smelled the nauseating smell on her body. Even if she cast a "Congestion Curse", she could only prevent herself from smelling it. Thinking of how everyone covered their noses and fled wherever she passed, Sigrid Lid was furious.

Damn the school's extreme fan, you can't afford to lose, so you do such a shameless thing, even if you want to throw it away, choose a time when she is not around!

I had no choice but to stay in the lounge and wait for the crowd outside to leave. Fortunately, Draco and the junior boy who just explained the game tried their best to look calm and promised to take her back to the dormitory later.

Fred in the crowd watched Sigrid being hit by a dung bomb first, and then followed a group of men into the lounge in front of everyone. He waited for a long time and didn't come out. His mood went from worry to anger and finally to crazy jealousy. among.

As a witness to the relationship between the two people, George sympathized with him a little, but he was more gloating about his misfortune. He comforted her by saying, "Don't be sad. Although some people feel sorry for her, some people also laugh at you!"

This sentence was equivalent to adding salt to Fred's wound. He looked angrily at George who couldn't help but snicker, and he vomited blood in his heart, "As expected of his brother, he really knows how to make up for it."