Together [HP]

However, the next day, the news that Sirius broke into Gryffindor's boys' dormitory spread throughout the school. No matter where they went, they saw that security measures had been strengthened: Professor Flitwick was holding a big photo of Black in the classroom. A man guarding the front door identified; Filch was suddenly scurrying up and down the corridor, boarding up everything from small cracks in the walls to rat holes.Sir Cadogan was sacked.His portrait had been placed back on the lonely landing on the eighth floor, and the Fat Lady had returned.The Fat Lady was professionally restored, but she was still extremely nervous, and her return to work was conditional: she had to be extra protected.Hired a group of rough and rude midgets to protect her.They walked the corridors with menacing steps, mumbling and comparing the size of sticks in their hands.

Ron had become an instant celebrity.People were paying more attention to him than Harry now, and Ron, remembering being treated like this for the first time in his life, clearly enjoyed the experience.

Ron, though still reeling from the events of that night, was more than happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with many details. "...I fell asleep and I heard something ripping and I thought I was dreaming, you know but then there was a draft and I woke up and one side of the curtain by the bed was ripped off and I flipped over Standing up, I saw him standing before me like a skeleton, a mass of dirty hair, holding a big long knife, must have been twelve inches long, and he looked at me, and I looked at him, Then I yelled and he ran away."

"Look at that red-haired poor man." After Malfoy heard this, it looked as if someone had put Professor Lupine's robes directly on him. "I really hope Black will kill them all." He turned his head , took a look at Jacquelin, "Why, you've taken a fancy to that poor man? I'm afraid all the property of their family is not enough to buy a house in your family."

"I was just wondering why Blake was standing in front of Ron's bed." Jacquelin looked away from the Prophet next to her bowl, which was from the summer holidays, and on it the Ron family was laughing , with his mouse, Scabbers, on Ron's shoulder.

"He probably went the wrong way." Malfoy snorted, "I've lived outside for too long, and I'm scared, and there's no light in the room."

"Then why didn't he kill them all?" Pansy asked on the sidelines, "Blake has killed dozens of Muggles. Facing a few third-year students who are still asleep, it's too much to kill them." It's easy, he won't let it go."

"How do I know." Malfoy snorted disdainfully, "If you want me to say, he must have lost his mind in Azkaban." He laughed suddenly, "I heard that , that big fool Neville, who wrote the password on a note and lost the note, we all know he often loses things. Professor McGonagall is very angry because of him, and he is not allowed to Go to Hogsmeade village again; lock him up and let no one give him the password to enter the tower. If he was in our house, the headmaster would have poured him a big potion From now on, I dare not forget it again.”

Jacqueline and Pansy nodded together. They couldn't believe that if there really was such a Slytherin student who made such a big mess, he could still stay in the school well.

On Wednesday afternoon, Jacquelin and Pansy walked into Yuna's classroom, discussing where they would go first to Hogsmeade.

"I'm running out of candy. I have to go to Honeydukes," Pansy said. "I probably have to go to the spice store. By the way, how about we take a look outside the Shrieking Shack?"

"I just want to go sit and have a drink at the Three Broomsticks." Jacquilin said, spreading out her book, then she felt something was wrong, raised her head, looked around, and then realized that there was something missing in the room. What, missing Hermione? Granger.

"Where's Miss Know-It-All?" Pansy asked before her, "I still want to borrow her notes."

"Maybe she's with Ron and Harry?" Jacqueline said. "Probably discussing where they're going."

"It's impossible." Pansy shook her head. "During this time, I'm afraid we have seen her more than Ron and Harry. I think she is under too much pressure and wants to learn too much. , There are too many things to do well, always wanting to prove that we are not worse than us, without you, she has already done it. I heard that Ron is angry with Hermione because of his mouse, and Harry is Because of the Firebolt. I've caught her crying in Hagrid's cabin several times."

"What were you doing at Hagrid's cabin?" Jacquiline asked rhetorically.

"I'm not going to Hagrid's cabin." Pansy glanced at her. "Why should I go to his cabin?"

"Then how did you catch her crying in Hagrid's cabin?"

"Because I am a person who has a life besides studying."

"She's going to deliver materials to Hagrid." Yuna's voice drifted over from the front of the classroom, and the two of them looked up together, "Buckbeak's trial is this Friday."

"If I were her, I wouldn't spend so much time sorting out the information." Jacquelin said with some regret, "It's useless at all. Hagrid is facing Mr. Malfoy, it doesn't need to think at all. If you really want to To save Buckbeak, instead, we should study and study the steps before execution."

"Why would I do this?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and Jacquelin turned her head, holding a fat ginger cat in her arms.

"Because that way you'll know where you can rob it and send it away, and Hagrid won't have to be responsible for it." Jacqueline said, pouted at the cat, "This is Krewe Keshan?"

"I found it by the Forbidden Forest." Hermione sighed, and put it on the ground, and Crookshanks walked on the ground like a king visiting the land, "I don't know how it got there, He probably knew Ron didn't like it in the dormitory, so he ran out, what a clever cat."

Jacquelin and Pansy looked at each other, and they both chose not to continue.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?" Jacquiline changed the subject, "you can come with us if you want. We want to go to Honeydukes for some sweets, and then go to the Three Broomsticks. "

"Thank you." Hermione took Jacquiline's book, looking very preoccupied. "I guess I'm still alone..."

"Or do you want to stay in the Gryffindor common room?" Pansy asked, "Ron and Harry are going after all..."

When Jacqueline realized what Pansy was about to say, he gave her a quick elbow.Pansy looked back and forth between Jacquelin and Hermione, and said with a boring mouth, "Okay, can you lend me your notebook, Miss Granger."

Hermione gave them an excited look and handed them the notebook.

"You should tell me on Harry." When Jacquelin and Pansy walked back to the waiting room, Pansy said dissatisfiedly, "Maybe we can earn back the points deducted by Malfoy."

"We have many ways to denounce him," said Jacqueline, entering the Slytherin lounge. "But framing a friend doesn't count."

"She's your friend, not mine," Pansy murmured, and walked into their room.

Jacqueline just shrugged and went into the room to write to her dad.

Good news and bad news took off on Saturday, although neither event had anything to do with Jacqueline.She and Pansy had returned from Hogsmeade at noon.

They heard about it as soon as they got back to school, after all, Malfoy was talking eloquently in the lounge about how he found Harry's head hanging in the air, how he came back and told Professor Snape, and after that, Harry and Ron How to walk out of Snape's office dejectedly again.

"One hundred points!" he said happily, dancing, "they've been deducted a full hundred points! And when the letter comes from their friend, Hagrid," he cried, "they'll cry of."

It's true, just after lunch, Haig came with a letter from James. Jacqueline opened the envelope, and there were only two words on it, "Death penalty."

"Oh, bad," said Jacqueline, who could already imagine Hermione's reaction when she heard about it.

"Where do you want to go?" Pansy sat beside her, and she had also read the letter. "To the lounge to hear Malfoy boasting or to Professor Graham's office to hear Hermione cry."

"There is a third plan." Jacquelin nodded solemnly, "We can go to Hogsmeade again."

"I thought you said Hermione was your friend?" Pansy asked with a smile.

"But I'm not good at comforting people," Jacqueline muttered.

But it was too late, and when they were discussing where to hide, Hermione had already rushed into the restaurant and ran towards them with tears in her eyes. "Execution." She threw herself on Jacquiline, wrapped her arms around Jacqueline's neck, and collapsed completely.They both would have fallen if Pansy hadn't caught Jacqueline from behind just in time. "Buckbeak is condemned to death."

Jacqueline patted Hermione on the back mechanically, and then looked at Pansy with distressed eyes. Pansy rolled his eyes, picked up a sandwich from the dining table, and walked out.

Jacqueline stared angrily at Pansy's back, then he could only look at the untouched lunch on the table, and asked softly, "What time is it?"

Hermione was so choked up that she couldn't speak, she just handed a letter in front of Jacqueline, and Jacqueline took it. The parchment was wet, and the ink was blurred by the big teardrops. illegible.

Dear Hermione: We lost.Allow me to take it back to Hogwarts.A date for the execution is yet to be determined.Buckbeak liked London.I will never forget all the help you gave us.

"Malfoy's dad threatened the committee to do this," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You know him. The committee's a bunch of old, trembling fools, scared of him. There's an appeal, though, and that's always possible. Only I don't see any hope, and nothing will change."

"Anyway," when Hermione finally sat aside and wiped her tears, Jacqueline handed the letter back to her, and someone at the Slytherin table had already started pointing at them, "I think Harry and Ron will want to know the news." She said, "If you're going to help Hagrid with his appeal, you're going to need someone else's help." Jacquiline looked at her seriously.

"Harry and Ron are too busy." Hermione sobbed. "It's just me. I still have some time."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jacquelin stood up a little angrily. "What are they doing but making trouble? Listen, Hermione, go tell Harry and Ron before you drive yourself crazy .”

Hermione looked up at her in shock, then nodded slowly.

"Then now," Jacqueline took some chicken legs and beef from the dinner plate in front of her, filled another glass of juice and pushed it in front of Hermione, "eat something and gain some strength. If you want to go back to Gryffin More tables are also possible.”

Obviously, there are not many people who have an appetite all the time. Hermione just took a few sips of juice and left. She was still panting, but she looked much better, at least her face was not so pale.

Hagrid seemed numb from the blow of the verdict.In class, he stuttered and couldn't say anything, and finally let them move freely.

He, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked last, walking slowly towards the castle.It seems that the three of them have reconciled, at least on the surface sergeant.

"It's all my fault. I couldn't talk. They were all sitting there in black robes, and I kept dropping notes and forgetting all those dates you got me, Hermione. Later Lucius Malfoy He stood up and spoke, and the committee did exactly what he asked."

"You can still appeal!" Ron said angrily, "Don't give up, we are researching it!" They walked back to the castle with their classmates.

Malfoy walked ahead of him, walking with Crabbe and Goyle, looking back and laughing derisively.Jacqueline was carrying her huge schoolbag.He and Pan Xi walked slowly at the end.

"It's no use, Ron," said Hagrid sadly, as they reached the castle steps. "That committee is in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. All I can do now is to make Buckbeak the happiest life he's ever been before he dies. I owe him that." Hagrid turned and hurried back to his Hut, face buried in handkerchief.

"Look at his crying beeches!" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing inside the castle gate, listening. "Have you ever seen such a poor thing," Malfoy said, "he's still our teacher!"

Both Harry and Ron looked angry, and Jacqueline and Pansy stood aside to prevent them from fighting.But Hermione was faster than them, snap! She slapped Malfoy as hard as she could.Malfoy staggered two steps.

They were all dumbfounded.At this time.Hermione raised her hand again.

"How dare you say that Hagrid is pitiful, you hateful, you evil..."

She poised to hit Malfoy again.

"Hermione!" Jacquilin was the first to react, and took a step forward to grab her hand, standing between her and Malfoy, facing her.Harry and Ron stared blankly, and Hagrid forgot his teacher's identity for a while, and looked at them stupidly.

"Calm down, Hermione." Jacqueline said softly, "By force will never solve a problem, you know that."

"Let go of me, Jacquiline!" Hermione pulled out her wand, Jacqueline's pupils shrank slightly, but she still stood in front of Hermione.Malfoy backed away, and Crabbe and Goyle watched Malfoy, waiting for his order.The two were completely at a loss.

"Retreat," Malfoy muttered, and the three of them disappeared down the passage leading to the keep.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, both surprised and moved.

"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione shrieked, pushing Jacqueline away, "you'd better, because if Slytherin wins, I can't stand it! "

Jacqueline took a step back. Although her schoolbag looked small, it was still heavy. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"It's time for us to go to Charms," ​​said Ron, still staring at Hermione, "let's go."

"In front of us." Pansy snorted, stretched out her hand and pulled Jacqueline up from the ground, looking at the backs of the Gryffindor trio, "She's still your friend."

"She's still a Gryffindor." They hurried up the marble stairs to Professor Flitwick's classroom.

"You're late, boys!" Professor Flitwick reprimanded Jacqueline, pushing the classroom door open. "Come on, wands out, we're going to experience the power of the happiness spell today. We've split into pairs."

Jacqueline and Pansy hurried to a table in the back and opened their schoolbags.

"Hermione is really weird, I haven't seen her like that yet." Pansy looked around, and said softly when she found that Hermione hadn't entered the classroom. "Do you think Malfoy will take revenge on her?"

"He's not up to it." Jacquiline looked around too, shaking her head when she caught Malfoy staring at them, "Well, I guess she'll miss the class, but... I hope she Get some rest. She looks stressed out."

Hermione didn't show up for the whole class, and Hermione's voice didn't come from below until 10 minutes before the prophecy class, when Jacquelin was climbing the stairs leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom.

"I can't believe I missed the happy spell lesson! I'll bet there's one in the exam. Professor Flitwick just hinted it's possible!" She sounded terribly annoyed.

Then there seemed to be the voices of Harry and Ron comforting her.

Jacqueline climbed the stairs into the dimly lit, stuffy tower classroom.On each little table was a glowing crystal ball filled with a mist the color of pearl.

Jacqueline sat down at one of the small rickety desks and set her textbooks upright, and a moment later Harry, Ron and Hermione came up.Hermione sat down directly next to Jacqueline.

"Could you spare me some time to teach me about the Happy Charm? Tonight, how about it?" she said.

Jacqueline didn't speak, but kept flipping the book backwards.

"The lesson on the crystal ball is on page 350. Judging from this posture, we seem to be learning this lesson today." Hermione took Jacqueline's book, and happily flipped back, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you just now. If you're mad, it's Malfoy's fault, he pissed me off so much."

"He's telling the truth, although it doesn't sound very good." Jacqueline choked, "As a qualified teacher, he shouldn't bring his personal emotions into the classroom. And, to be honest, I don't think that in What did I learn in his class. Maybe it would be more useful for me to read the book."

"How dare you say that!" Hermione shrieked. "He introduced us to a lot of interesting creatures."

"Is there anything else besides the hippogriff?" Jacqueline countered. "How long have we been serving that caterpillar? And that fire-breathing lizard."

Hermione wanted to say something more, but a familiar vague voice said, "Hello!" Professor Trelawney walked in from the shadows as usual.Parvati and Lavender were shaking with excitement, their faces illuminated by the milky light of the crystal ball.

"I've decided to start the crystal ball class a little earlier than originally planned." Professor Trelawney said as she sat down, with her back to the fire in the fireplace, and looked around after sitting down. "Fate has informed me that your exams in June will be about spheres, so I am anxious to give you enough practice."

Hermione snorted in disdain.

"'Fate has informed her'" Jacquiline rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "'Fate also told me that she is the one who will give the exam questions this year."

"Such a prophecy is astonishing!" said Hermione, trying not to lower her voice.

It was hard to say whether Professor Trelawney heard them, for her face was hidden in shadow.She continued, however, as if she hadn't heard.

"Looking at a crystal ball is a very delicate art," she said dreamily. "You are peering into this unfathomable sphere for the first time, and I don't expect any of you to see anything. We should start from Practice relaxing the subjective mind and the outer eye begins (Ron started snickering uncontrollably and had to put his fist in his mouth to stifle the laugh). Doing so clarifies the third eye and the superconscious. If we're lucky, you Some of them might be able to see something before class ends."

So they started.Jacquiline thought it was at least extremely stupid, because she stared into the crystal ball and could only see her own eyes, and Hermione kept tsk-tsk-ing impatiently, which didn't help Jacquelin to get rid of distractions. .

"Can you be quiet?" After staring hard at the crystal ball for a quarter of an hour, Jacquiline looked up and asked her, "I'm trying to clarify my third eye and superconsciousness, if these two things exist .”

"What a waste of time," whispered Hermione, "I could have practiced something else useful. I could have caught up on the happy spell."

Professor Trelawney's dress came rustling.

"Would anyone like me to help explain what's looming in their crystal ball?" She moved, her bracelets crackling.

"I don't need help," whispered Ron. "It's clear there's going to be fog this morning."

Both Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.

"Now, really!" said Professor Trelawney, as heads turned in their direction, and Parvati and Lavender looked shocked and indignant. "You're messing with the vibes of the discerning!" She approached Harry and Ron's table, looking at their crystal ball.Jacquiline wanted to laugh, and she looked at Hermione, who snorted, and Professor Trelawney must have thought something was going to happen.

"There's something here!" whispered Professor Trelawney.She moved her face closer to the crystal ball, and her big glasses reflected two crystal balls. "Something is moving, but what is it?"

"It's definitely not good news." Jacquelin leaned back on the chair, "It's probably something..."

"My darling," Professor Trelawney gasped, looking at Harry, "I can see from here, more clearly than ever, my darling, striding towards you, getting closer and closer, that Ominous..."

"Oh, for God's sake!" cried Hermione, "don't be so ridiculously ominous again!"

"We don't believe in God, Miss Granger." Jacqueline said pretending to be angry, "Besides, how can you doubt the professor's Celestial Eye?"

Professor Trelawney lifted her huge eyes to Hermione's face.Parvati whispered something to Lavender, and they both stared at Hermione.Professor Trelawney stood up, eyeing Hermione visibly annoyed.

"I am sorry to say that from the moment you entered the class, my dear, it was evident that you did not possess the qualities required for the noble art of divination. Indeed, I do not remember a single student I have met with such a worldly mind. .”

A moment of silence.Then, beyond all expectations.

"Okay!" Hermione said suddenly, stood up, and stuffed the book "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" into her schoolbag. Jacqueline wanted to remind her that the book belonged to her. . .

"Okay!" she repeated, throwing her schoolbag over her shoulders and nearly knocking Jacquiline off his chair. "I give up! I'm going!" To the amazement of the class, Hermione strode to the floor door, kicked it open, and disappeared down the stairs.

It took a few minutes for the class to quiet down.Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten all about the ominous matter.She left Harry and Ron's table abruptly, drawing her veiled shawl a little tighter, breathing heavily.

"I'm going to find her." Jacquiline stood up abruptly. "It was very rude of her to do that." She said, bowing slightly. "I apologize for what she did, and I hope it didn't make you feel uncomfortable." Afraid, of course, a professor like you who has an unparalleled Celestial Eye should have seen this kind of thing a long time ago."

Professor Trelawney gave her a fresh smile.

"Yes, my dear, I did know for a long time that Miss Granger would leave us. However, people always hope that they will misread the signs of the future, and the Celestial Eye may become a burden, you know..."

Before Trelawney finished speaking, Jacquilin had already put on her schoolbag and walked out.

"If you're here to persuade me to go back." After Jacquelin followed Hermione all the way to the main building, Hermione turned around and looked at her angrily, "I advise you not to waste your time."

"I was just thinking," Jacqueline leaned against the wall, looking at her with his head tilted, "you haven't been cursed, have you. Malfoy first, then Divination."

"I just don't want to waste any more time." Hermione's chest was bouncing up and down quickly, "I still have a lot to do."

"Then I would suggest that you go back to the lounge and have a good cry." Jacquilin said softly, "If you really can't, you can go to the crying gold digger."

"I don't need to cry," said Hermione loudly.

"You need to relax," said Jacqueline, "before you have a total meltdown. You know," she approached Hermione and whispered into her ear, "after I was thrown out of the office by Professor Snape After that, I hid in my room and cried for a whole week."

"But I'm not a coward like you." As soon as Hermione said it, she regretted it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, Jacqueline." She apologized, but her tone made people think that she didn't care very much.

Jacqueline's face darkened immediately, and she stretched out a finger to stop Hermione's words, "I'm here to get my book back, you took it when you left the classroom."

"I really didn't mean to." Hermione said again as she handed the book to Jacqueline, "I just..."

"A little tired." Jacqueline finished for her, and then walked towards the Slytherin lounge with a book.

The Easter break isn't really relaxing.Third graders have never had so much homework.Pansy seemed to be having a nervous breakdown, and she wasn't the only one.

"It's called a holiday!" Malfoy yelled in the common room one afternoon. "The exam is far away, what the hell are they doing?"

No one was as busy as Hermione, though.Even if she doesn't take divination classes, she still takes more classes than anyone else.She was often the last to leave the common room at night, and the first to the library the next morning; she already had shadows under her eyes, like Lupin's, and she seemed ready to cry at any moment.

The whole school was obsessed with the upcoming match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.Despite the long-standing hostility between the two schools, this is the closest Gryffindor has come to getting a Quidditch trophy.Gryffindor legend Charlie Weasley (Ron's second brother) once served as a Seeker. After him, Gryffindor House has not won a trophy.

And if Slytherin won, that would be enough for them to brag about for a long time.After all, winning the trophy straight from Gryffindor couldn't be more enjoyable.

As for Malfoy, the animosity between him and Harry was at its peak.Malfoy was still brooding over the sludge-throwing incident at Hogsmeade.Harry hadn't forgotten that Malfoy had managed to frame him in their match against Ravenclaw, but it seemed that Buckbeak's affair had made him even more determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the whole school.

In everyone's memory, there is no time when the game is approaching that is full of gunpowder like this time.By the time the Easter break passed, tensions between the two teams and the two chambers had reached a point of simmering.There were a few small fights in the corridors that got so out of hand that a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year ended up in the school hospital, both with ear bugs coming out of their ears. Leek.

"I don't understand at all." On the eve of the game, the atmosphere in the Slytherin lounge became eerie, with several Quidditch players flexing their muscles now and then, as if they were going to fight instead of Quidditch. strange.Pansy couldn't read the book early in the morning. At this time, she was walking up and down in front of Jacquelin irritably. Busley was talking loudly to Malfoy to relieve their pressure, "Are you How can you calm down?"

"The angrier you get, the more calm you are." Jacquiline looked up at Pansy. "The more anxious you are, the more patient you are. Graham's ancestral motto number 12. But," she shrugged, "maybe it's because I don't Do you understand why there are so many people competing for those few balls, isn’t it good for one person?”

"This is defeating Gryffindor!" Malfoy exclaimed, "Or you want your friends to win the championship." His words immediately made the faces of the people in the lounge show anger.

"Of course I hope Slytherin wins the championship." Jacqueline said slowly, "But I think winning the championship should be based on usual training, not impatience at the end." She said and looked at Malfoy, " As the Seeker of our academy, I sincerely hope that you can catch the Snitch in front of Harry, instead of following the Firebolt and eating ashes."

"If I also have a Firebolt, I must be as good at flying as Harry." Malfoy said with a gloomy face, "It's all about Dad, he won't buy it for me."

"Since you didn't beat Harry with Nimbus 2001 last year," Jacqueline put down the book in her hand and looked at Malfoy, "I don't think there will be any good results if you also have the Firebolt. But it does "Jacqueline nodded towards herself and Malfoy, "It seems that Mr. Malfoy should really buy you Firebolts, so as to ensure that you will not lose too badly in the game. escaped before."

Her words made everyone in the lounge laugh, Malfoy glared viciously at each one, and then dragged him towards his room.

The next day, after breakfast, Jacqueline was dragged onto the pitch by Pansy, and three-quarters of the crowd wore scarlet roses and waved scarlet flags with Gryffindor lions on them, or else It is waving small flags with slogans such as "Success for Gryffindor!" and "Trophy for Lion!"However, there are 200 people behind the Slytherin goal wearing green ornaments; Slytherin's silver snake glitters on their flag.Professor Snape sat in the front row, wearing green jewelry like everyone else, with a sinister smile on his face.

As the Gryffindor players entered the field, Lee Jordan yelled, "Here comes Gryffindor!" He acted as a commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Snapinter, the Shusleys and Wood. It's generally accepted that this has been the best team at Hogwarts for a number of years..."

Lee's comments were drowned out by a flurry of boos from the Slytherin side.

"Here comes the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He has made some changes in formation and seems to be winning with size rather than technique."

The booing from Slytherin grew louder.Jaquilin, however, thinks Lee has a point.Malfoy can only be regarded as the smallest in the Slytherin team, and the rest of the team are all tall and burly.

"Captains, shake hands!" said Mrs. Hooch.

Flint and Wood walked towards each other and shook each other's hands hard, as if they wanted to crush each other's fingers.

"Get on the broom!" said Mrs. Hooch. "Three, two, one."

Fourteen brooms flew into the air, and Hooch's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.As soon as the game started, Jacqueline was surrounded by the roars of Slytherin students. Even if Jacqueline used a telescope, she couldn't see the competition below. All she could see was the throbbing crowd, so she simply sat down , Listening hard to Li Qiaodan's explanation.