A sharp Hogwarts

By eleven o'clock, almost all the teachers and students of the school were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Hundreds of chairs are arranged high in the surrounding stands so that the audience can clearly see what is happening on the court.

Many students also brought binoculars, and some senior students also brought armor - shields with the emblems of their respective houses - it is not uncommon for spectators to be accidentally injured during Quidditch matches. If they are not prepared and are not lucky enough, Attacks that miss a player are likely to take out a random spectator from the sidelines.

Ron and Hermione moved to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean.

They used an old sheet to draw a huge banner that said "Gryffindor Must Win".

Dean, who is good at drawing, also drew a large Gryffindor lion below.

Then, Hermione took a knife and "carved" a magic on it, so that the various colors of paint on the banner could shine continuously.

Dumbledore is temporarily absent - I heard he has an important meeting and cannot attend today's Quidditch opening match.

"There is a trial in the Wizengamot Court today -" Professor McGonagall explained simply.

But almost no one cares about this detail.

On the Quidditch pitch, Dumbledore didn't even discuss the hairstyles of the players on both sides today.

For the first time, Professor McGonagall took off her pointed wizard hat and put on a gold-red Gryffindor support hat.

In last year's semi-finals, Gryffindor was massacred by Slytherin, so much so that she did not dare to speak to Snape for several weeks.

Of course, today is definitely different.

She discovers a talented Seeker for Gryffindor.

…………

At the same time, in the Gryffindor House locker room.

Harry and the other team members were changing into their bright red Quidditch uniforms.

Wood held the broomstick upside down and knocked the ground heavily with the broom handle to signal everyone to quiet down.

Following Wood's actions, other players also stood up.

Even Fred and George put away the joking on their faces and looked at Wood with some fear.

"Okay, boys," Wood said.

“And the girls,” Chaser Angelina Johnson said.

"And girls." Wood nodded in agreement, "It's time."

He knocked on the ground again, creating a few sparks, and looked at everyone in the locker room solemnly.

"This important moment, the moment we have all been waiting for-"

"The passion and courage of Gryffindor House, we will use this Quidditch battle to show our glory and heritage to the whole school."

"In the past few years, we have hit a low point. Some say that the Gryffindor lion has lost its claws and fangs; some say that the current Gryffindor is not worthy of inheriting the glory of the past; some say that Gryffindor has lost its claws and fangs. The mark will fade and fade like our chili peppers...but I know it's all but the long night before dawn."

"Now, I believe this is the best team Gryffindor has had in years: we will go from one victory to another!"

Wood let out a roar like a lion, and hit the floor with the broom handle with his right hand.

"What kind of college are we?!" Wood asked loudly.

"Gryffindor!" Angelina replied, raising her broom and tapping it to Wood's rhythm.

"Can we protect its glory?!" Wood's voice became high-pitched.

"Of course!" Two or three more broomsticks joined in the neat knocking.

"In order to protect our glory, what should we do?!" Wood waved his right hand incitingly and asked loudly.

"Anyone who doesn't eat spicy food will die!"

yelled Fred and George, tapping their broomsticks excitedly.

"We are—" Wood yelled.

"Gryffindor!" the players responded loudly, accompanied by the neat tapping of broomsticks.

"What is the creed of Gryffindor?!" Wood roared excitedly, his cloak shaking like a flame.

"No spicy, no joy!"

"us!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor!!"

"No spicy -"

There was no longer any confusion or nervousness in the eyes of all the Gryffindor players.

Everyone roared wildly, and the team's morale was aroused to the highest level.

"Good! Let's go! Crush those guys! This time, it's our turn to hunt their prophets!"

Wood roared with satisfaction and turned towards the entrance of the stadium, like a blazing flame.

Harry looked at the frenzied teammates around him and swallowed in fear.

He followed Fred and George out of the Gryffindor dressing room and towards the cheering stadium.

He hoped his knees wouldn't give out—

Hunting...the Prophet...

The evolution of ancient wizard hunts, this sounds pretty good.

However, it might be better if he was not the prey.

…………

The real "prophet" had already arrived in the center of the stadium in advance.

Mrs. Huo Qi serves as the chief referee, while Dalia serves as the assistant referee for today's game.

She stood there, holding the reins with one hand, while listening carefully to Mrs. Huo Qi's final pre-race instructions.

"Listen, today's scoring and penalties are decided by me. You are mainly responsible for offensive fouls and timely maneuvering responses to unexpected situations."

Mrs. Huo Qi said seriously. She glanced at Dalia's right side. The Thestral was now almost half a person tall.

"When there's no foul or score, try to avoid other players on the court - linger around like a gentle breeze."

"The protagonists of the Quidditch game are still the individual players, and we must try to downplay their presence."

Different from usual, today's little Thestral's four legs were tied with four-color ribbons symbolizing Hogwarts.

Two pieces of silver satin hang from the edge of the Thestral's huge bat wings. When unfolded, they look like two tassels cutting through the sky.

There is also a mithril saddle on its back - it is Dumbledore's collection - he occasionally uses this magic saddle when traveling.

Dalia has tried it before. This magic saddle can perfectly eliminate the airflow problem during high-speed flight.

At the same time, Dalia's stability and flexibility have also been greatly improved.

Theoretically, she could even slash and charge in the air like the mythical Valkyrie...but that was definitely not allowed.

"but--"

Just when Dalia put back her wild fantasies and was about to obediently promise some refereeing qualities to Mrs. Hooch.

Mrs. Huo Qi suddenly changed the topic, and her voice was filled with murderous intent.

"If someone dares to challenge the referee's authority, or even attack or collide with the referee——"

"Then you are the thunder, the torrential rain, the hurricane that destroys everything!"

"Eh?"

Dalia looked at Mrs. Hooch with a strange expression.

"But...didn't you just say..."

Mrs. Hooch narrowed her eyes and pointed at the silver whistle on Dalia's chest.

"The Quidditch sky is the hunting forest where players compete and fight, and they are the main theme in the forest."

"And we are the will of the jungle——"

"do you understand?"

"it is good!"

Dalia nodded.

At this time, with a magic explosion, the two teams rushed out from both ends of the court.

The Gryffindors in fiery red shirts and the Slytherins in dark green shirts were whirling around the stands like a whirlwind.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the surrounding stands.

A moment later, players from both teams were hovering around Mrs. Hooch, glaring at each other.

“Listen, I want everyone to compete fairly and honestly.”

Mrs. Hooch said, kicking open the box next to her, releasing the Bludger and the Snitch.

"Now..." Mrs. Huo Qi threw the Quaffle high and blew the silver whistle, "The game begins!"

Fourteen flying broomsticks rose into the sky and began to compete and fight in the air.

Dalia and Mrs. Huo Qi also rose into the air, looking down at the field below from a higher place, ready to make penalties at any time.

The Quidditch rules in this "version" of the world are not too complicated.

Either catch the Golden Snitch and end the game...

Or, the first team to lose four players, starting with the Seeker, loses.

Slytherin's winning method for the past six years has been to ignore the Golden Snitch and hunt the opponent's players with all its strength!