The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"There is no one in Gryffindor, the first-year students are all pulled out to make up for it."

"Potter is a genius, a natural seeker, you just wait to be slapped in the face!"

"It's best to pick up the mattress below, don't let him fall to his death! Otherwise, you won't even be able to find the refill later."

The stands were separated by a long distance, but the shouts one after another shook the sky, which did not affect their quarrel in the air.

"It's really crazy." Sissy turned sideways and struggled to squeeze through the crowd to the highest row.

Almost all the little lions were waving and shouting, and it was unknown whether this group of little wizards really loved Quidditch, or they were using this excuse to compete with their rivals.

Sissy's eardrums were vibrating wildly.

On weekdays, the school gowns of the students are all black, but for the competition, they have prepared support items representing their own colors.

The auditorium is clearly divided into two camps, red gold and silver green, and no one dares to stand in the wrong place.

Fortunately, there were also people from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who came to join in the fun, separating the two hostile parties just right.

The little badgers are still gentle, Sissy is very glad that she was assigned to Ravenclaw.

Their two courtyards are like the relationship between the starry sky and the earth, and the combination is also a harmonious picture.

If she was assigned to Gryffindor, and then followed the head of Slytherin all day long, it would be more than enough for the spittle stars of the two houses to drown her.

It was so scary, Sissy felt chills down her spine just thinking about it.

Thanks the sorting hat.

"Ron, Hermione!" Sissy finally found them, calling from some seats away, wanting to say hello first.

But they didn't hear it at all.

Ron held up a corner of the banner in one hand, clenched his fist excitedly with the other, and waved it desperately in mid-air, his face flushed visibly.

This is too involved, but it's no wonder that his two older brothers are both in the team, and his best friend has become the focus for the first time, so everyone would be excited.

"I'm sorry, please let me go." Sissy tried and couldn't squeeze in, so she had to shout a few words at the top of her voice.

"Sissy!" Hermione finally saw her.

"Ron, Ron! Squeeze through."

Hermione yelled at him several times, and Ron seemed to recover from the frenzy.

"You're here too, I thought you'd be in the other seats."

"You guys are still so lively. I just walked in and saw the banners you pulled up from a distance." Even if it was a normal conversation, Sissy had to get closer and speak with several times the usual voice.

"Haha, this is the bed sheet stained by Scabbers. Can't you tell? Dean drew a lion on the stain, completely covering the blemish."

"It's really amazing. I can't draw such a realistic lion." Sissy nodded.

This painting of a beast is very challenging, and the mighty momentum is the most difficult to draw, so people often paint tigers like big oranges.

There are those who can draw, those who play tricks, and those who engage in explosives. There are really many talents. Professor McGonagall is usually very hard.

"Moreover, clever magic is used on the paint, which is very dazzling." Sissy mentioned this intentionally.

It was indeed a finishing touch, otherwise Sissy wouldn't have seen this banner at a glance. The sun was so strong at noon that she almost blinded her.

"That's Hermione's masterpiece," Ron said, puffing out his chest proudly.

"My tricks are all Ron. My levitation spell can't be like yours, which captures the troll's stick and keeps floating for so long." Hermione smiled embarrassedly.

If you continue to boast to each other for a while, my stay here is really in the way.

Sissy stood aside, hesitating whether to interrupt the two of them with a word, as if there was no one else around.

At the same time, in the locker room, Wood is still carrying out the final pre-match mobilization, which is a link he has never missed since he became the captain.

"Boys," Wood raised his right fist in front of him, then cleared his throat.

"And the girls." He hurriedly added when he glanced at Angelina.

"it's time."

Fred turned the bat in his hands, and before Wood continued his speech, he said, "This is an important moment."

"The moment we've all been waiting for," George said, too.

"Shut up! You two."

The atmosphere was created with great difficulty, and the same lines were spoken from the mouths of the Weasley brothers, which always felt a bit more joking.

"I know we will win." Wood walked in front of every team member with a serious expression.

"You are only allowed to win, not to lose." His eyes seemed to be conveying such a sentence.

"Don't worry Harry, the two of us won't let you be killed by that Bludger." Fred or George patted Harry on the shoulder and stepped on his broom.

"At most, he will be beaten and disabled, we promise."

Harry swallowed, and most of the confidence that Wood had built up for him before was wiped out.

"The players are on the field!"

"Welcome everyone to the first Quidditch match of the season at Hogwarts - Slytherin vs Gryffindor!"

The cheers in the spectator seats were immediately pushed to the peak.

"Lee Jordan will bring you real-time commentary of passionate Peng Bai."

"Where is Harry, which one is Harry?" Ron looked anxiously.

"He looks nervous." Hermione handed the binoculars to Ron.

"Oh, no, I hope he can adjust quickly."

"Relax Ron, he will definitely, it will inevitably be nervous at first." Sissy felt that if she didn't say anything, Ron's trembling might be difficult to stop, as if it was not Harry who was flying in the air now but him the same as myself.

Jordan continued to tease the players on the field: "Hovering side by side over the Slytherin spectator stands are the Gryffindor twin batsman-Fred and George, and their swaggering flight is intended to warn The other party?"

"I really hope they can restrain their despicable methods and hold a clean game."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall closely monitored his commentary.

Mrs. Hooch said something in the middle of the field, but the cheers around her were completely inaudible.

"Release the Quaffle—the game begins!" Fortunately, the voice of the commentary was loud enough.

"Gryffindor!"

"Potter must win!"

The warm atmosphere was incomparable, everyone went all out and shouted desperately, no one would think you were crazy, because everyone was crazy.

That's why you have to spend a lot of money to buy tickets for concerts or football games. Even if you can't see the little people on the field clearly, but there is an atmosphere, isn't it what you want?

Qianqian's heart surged, and she also had a small golden-red flag in her hand, which she waved vigorously.