Readers at Hogwarts

Chapter 41 The game begins

Perhaps frightened by Snape's wound and the shadow he encountered in the Forbidden Forest, Harry, Ryan and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor lounge after parting ways, lying on the bed and falling asleep soon after. Even Ron's snoring didn't bother Harry at all.

In this dream, Harry once again saw the black shadow in the Forbidden Forest. When the black shadow appeared, Harry held his forehead in pain, and in the blink of an eye, Snape's expressionless face appeared in Harry again. In front of profit.Harry was startled and woke up directly, sitting upright on the bed. It was only six o'clock in the morning. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his slightly swollen eyes.A burst of cold air hit him, and Harry shivered and got into bed again.

Ryan walked to the restaurant with Hermione refreshed. At this time, the restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages. Many people were already sitting in their seats. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match. Chatting happily non-stop.

Ryan had just sat down and was about to pick up the meat when Hermione poked Ryan with her arm. Ryan looked at Hermione in confusion, "Look, why does Harry's face look so ugly?"

Ryan turned his head and looked at the door. Harry was walking in listlessly, and his face was even a little pale.Harry felt Ryan's gaze as he was walking. He gave Ryan a smile that was uglier than crying, and then walked silently to the Gryffindor table.

Harry felt terrible.In another hour, he will be walking onto the field. "Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "Seekers are always the ones the opponent should guard against, especially those little guys from Slytherin. You must be careful of their little moves. They will use any means to win."

"Thank you, Seamus," Harry said, watching as Seamus slathered ketchup on his sausage.

"Hey, Harry, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?" Ryan walked to Harry.

"No, it's nothing." Harry said, "I'm just a little nervous. You know, this is my first Quidditch match. I don't know if I can be a good Seeker."

"Haha, Harry, you have to be a little confident. You know, in this class, even the seniors don't have such a talent for broomsticks as you. Believe me, you are definitely the protagonist of Quidditch." Ryan laughed Then he patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry smiled wryly and nodded in agreement.

While Ryan and Harry were chatting, the time quickly reached eleven o'clock, and it seemed that all the teachers and students in the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many students also brought binoculars.The seats were literally raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the action at times.

Ryan and Hermione came to the highest row, and Neville, Seamus and others were sitting next to them. In order to surprise Harry, they used a sheet stained by the little mouse Scabbers to draw a huge banner that read Dean, who was determined to win with Potter and was good at painting, also drew a large Gryffindor lion underneath.

Of course, at this time, Ryan and Hermione could only pretend not to recognize this group of people and put their heads aside.

Meanwhile, in the dressing room, Harry and the other team members were changing into their bright red Quidditch uniforms.

Wood cleared his throat to silence everyone.

"Okay, boys," he said.

“And the girls,” Chaser Angelina Johnson said.

"And girls," Wood agreed, "it's time."

"This is an important moment," said Fred Weasley. "The moment we've all been waiting for," George said.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry. "We were in the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," Wood said. "This is the best team Gryffindor has had in years; we're going to win. I know it."

He glared at everyone fiercely, as if to say: "It won't be enough for you."

"Okay, it's time. Good luck to everyone."

Harry hoped his knees wouldn't give out as he followed Fred and George out of the dressing room and onto the roaring stadium.

Mrs. Huo Qi is the referee.She stood in the middle of the court, her broomstick in hand, waiting for the players from both teams.

“Listen, I want everyone to play fair and honestly,” she said once the players gathered around her.Harry noticed that her words seemed to be specifically directed at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team and a sixth-year student.Harry thought Marcus looked a bit like a troll.Harry saw the banner flying high out of the corner of his eye, with the words "Potter Must Win" shining above the crowd. His heart suddenly jumped for joy. He felt courageous.

"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks."

Harry stepped onto his Nimbus 2000.

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle hard.

Fifteen flying broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.The game begins.

Ryan found that the Slytherin players were staring unfavorably at Harry, who was sitting uneasily on the broom. Obviously, Slytherin's tactics were to use Harry as a tactical breakthrough.Of course, only Ryan and Harry's teammates knew that with Harry's skills, Slytherin's little calculation was in vain.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, and oh, what a great Chaser that girl was, and she was so charming," the narrator Jordan said with passion and bias. With the commentary, the game begins.

"Jordan" Professor McGonagall shouted impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan is a friend of the Weasley twins.He is serving as the commentator of the game under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall. Of course, with Jordan's style, even Professor McGonagall can't correct Jordan's talkative commentary.

It has to be said that Ryan really doesn't like this game without perfect rules. Everything is full of uncertainty and unfairness.Ryan thought as he watched Harry fly around excitedly and nervously in the air.

Harry tried his best to open his eyes wide and searched for the elusive golden snitch through his glasses. "Whoosh!" Suddenly, a Quaffle whizzed past Harry, with such force that it even blew up Harry's hair.

Harry looked towards the path of the Ghost Snitch. The captain of Slytherin was stopping there, spreading his hands and making an embarrassed gesture towards Harry, as if he didn't hit Harry intentionally with the ball just now. Same.