war and peace

One afternoon after returning from Hogsmeade, Harry and Tom were reading in the library, and Hermione had a divination class.But not long after she left, she came back angrily.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Harry looked at her in surprise. "Has this class been cancelled?" He pushed the pile of books on the table sideways to block Mrs. Pince's view.

"I've had enough!" Hermione's voice was low, but she was very angry, the red on her face hadn't faded, "It's ridiculously ominous!"

Tom also raised his head, and he seemed to hear a very familiar word. "... ominous?"

Harry suddenly remembered the big black dog that he had mistaken for an ominous one before.In fact, it was Sirius... Then, he said nonchalantly, "Professor Trelawney's predictions are always astonishing, but very few are accurate, so ignore her."

"Harry, you're right." Hermione pressed her chest to calm herself down, "I should have given up on this subject a long time ago, it's all nonsense!"

"That's right...but what did she say this time?" Tom was more interested in the events that made Hermione finally explode.

"She said she saw a snow leopard in my crystal ball! That's ominous, if I see it, I'm not far from death!" Hermione patted her cheek, trying to draw the blood back a little, "I didn't Tell her that I did see one not long ago, near the Forbidden Forest... But that can't be true, could it be that snow leopard suddenly jumped out of some corner and attacked me? They are so rare, and they never I like to be close to humans. To make the prophecy come true, unless I get dizzy and provoke them someday! Ha!" She laughed shortly.

There was a twinkle in Tom's eye when she mentioned the snow leopard.After listening to Hermione's words with his lips pursed, he agreed, "It's really unlikely."

Harry nodded, numb to Trelawney's prophecy of death.In comparison, he was more concerned about another matter: "Is there a snow leopard in the Forbidden Forest? I've never seen one before..."

"She has been talking about this for a long time. Since the first divination class, she has been saying that I am in danger of death. Now there is a new saying, ominous!" Hermione snorted disdainfully. "It's completely rubbish. I will go to Professor McGonagall after class and officially give up divination!"

The image of Hermione walking away from the divination classroom with the book in her arms suddenly appeared in Harry's mind. "I support you." But he frowned immediately, "Why didn't you say this before? Predict your death?"

"Because I think that's completely nonsense, and it's not worth mentioning." Hermione had already opened a large book, and answered bluntly.

"It's a good thing to lose this class." Tom pointed to other books on the table with his eyes. "Even if there is a Time Turner, you still have many other courses to review."

Hermione glared at him with a look on the verge of collapse.

During the ensuing Easter holidays, all the third graders received much more homework than before, and everyone was very busy.Of course this does not include Tom, who never does his homework.But other people don't have his ability of not listening in class, not writing homework, and getting full marks in exams, so everyone can only envy and envy.Hermione took the most classes, and the shadow under her eyes never disappeared.Harry, on the other hand, easily dealt with those familiar things.The Gryffindor team is so far ahead in the Tournament, the Quidditch Cup is almost in the bag.Under the influence of this winning mood, their training went very smoothly.

Unlike the eve of the match against Slytherin, this final was not so explosive.Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had always had a warm relationship, and Harry encountered far less pranks and cynicism than before.There were still a few Slytherins who were aggrieved, but it had little effect on Harry.His attention is now on another matter.

"So, can't you really tell me something in advance? There will be a match soon." On the eve of the final, Harry asked for the hundredth time.What kind of gift did Voldemort have prepared for him to perform well in the Quidditch final.

After breakfast, the auditorium was full of students enthusiastically talking about the upcoming competition. "Just be patient, there's only an hour left, isn't it? But..." Tom replied quietly, and in such a noisy environment, Harry had to lean closer to listen. "You may need a sedative."

"Tranquilizer?" Harry tapped the edge of the plate in front of him with his fingers, and lowered his voice, "Did you call the dementors? Even if it's true, I believe I can repel them." With a relaxed smile, you can tell it's teasing at a glance.

Tom raised his eyebrows. "But the Patronus Charm won't work on them, and it won't work on you either."

So who did he actually call?This is quite reasonable.Wanting to make him behave in front of these people... Harry thought to himself, is Voldemort trying to help him become a professional Quidditch player?Since when did Voldemort like to play tricks...

It must be said, however, that Harry's guess was pretty close.

When they stood face to face in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, Mrs. Hooch did not open the Quaffle's case immediately, as she usually did.She made them stand in two rows facing the teacher's table, and Harry noticed that there was a lot of space at the back, all empty.Professor Roald, sitting on the edge of the first row, noticed Harry staring at him, and smiled back at him.

"Attention everyone!" Dumbledore stood up. He pointed his wand at his throat before, and his voice expanded as if through a microphone. "Before holding today's Quidditch final, let us welcome guests from afar!"

In the auditorium, there was a rustling sound, obviously everyone was whispering.Who can come to the school ball game?

Just as Dumbledore's voice fell, someone had already come out from the side door.He was tall and tall, and wore a robe of pale green and scarlet vertical stripes. "First of all, the captain of the Caerphilly flying crossbow team, Monton Morgan!" At the same time as Dumbledore's introduction sounded, many students screamed, obviously recognized.

A second man appeared later, the color of the team robe was very conspicuous. "The Chudley Cannons! Day Ellings!" the students shouted in unison, firmly ahead of Dumbledore.Harry thought he must have heard Ron's voice.The white-bearded principal spread his hands humorously, "It seems that my introduction is completely redundant, so I can only speak before they show up." He turned to the entrance, "The third guest is Joe from Puddlemere United. Wilkinson!"

Joe Wigginson is wearing his signature navy blue robe, with a logo shining on his chest featuring two crossed gold water candles.Like the first two people, he smiled and waved to the auditorium, and then sat in an empty seat.

Dumbledore waited for the cheers to pass before continuing. "It is my pleasure to tell you that there will be a much-anticipated Quidditch exhibition tonight. Let's cheer for this year's British and Irish Quidditch League Cup winners, Ballycus Bat Team, the Montrose Magpies!"

Harry had no doubts that if their Quidditch pitch had a roof, it would be overturned by applause, screams, and cheers.The two teams walked into the teacher's seat at the same time and sat in the specially expanded vacancy.Some of them wore black robes with a blood-red bat on the chest; others wore black and white team robes with a magpie on the chest and back.

"The last person to enter the field, I believe you must be familiar with it," Dumbledore continued, "Welcome to the Chairman of the British and Irish Quidditch Union, Mr. Rodrigue McMah!"

A tall man with half-white hair appeared, Dumbledore nodded slightly at him, and then sat down. "It's a great pleasure to be invited to Hogwarts!" McMah said loudly to himself, "I think everyone wants to know who made this great sports event possible." All eyes of the audience were focused on the center Seat, I saw him turn his head to pay respects, "It's your Professor Mal Roald!"

The person whose name was mentioned stood up, bowed slightly, and then sat back down.McMah seemed to be respectful to him. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he continued to speak: "We are very much looking forward to the upcoming game, and hope that all the players on the field will go all out. Players who perform well can be invited to experience the What it’s like to play in a professional Quidditch club, and join our lineup for an exhibition match tonight! This is a great opportunity for you, especially those who are about to graduate and are interested in developing a career in Quidditch!”

What he meant obviously was that if he performed well in this game, not only would he be able to play with a professional team at night, but he might also be able to enter several Quidditch clubs present.Just when these guests came out in a file, the Gryffindor players and Hufflepuff players on the field were so excited that they could hardly stand up. After hearing this, they were gearing up and preparing to show their skills.

The most excited is Wood, he is in the seventh grade, and Puddlemere United is his goal. "Bring your best!" he whispered when Mrs. Hooch said they could get on their broomsticks.Fred was standing beside him, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder to show he knew.Harry looked over, too, and nodded at him.

It's really a big deal, it's just a school's annual Quidditch finals, and so many famous professional Quidditch clubs have been invited!What's more, the exhibition match was actually this year's UEFA Cup winner, the veteran team Montrose Magpies, and the most famous team in Northern Ireland, the well-known Ballykas Bats!Was Voldemort trying to recreate the Union Cup final at Hogwarts?No wonder he said he might need a sedative, the lineup is shocking enough.

So Voldemort's gift was, to offer him a choice if he wanted to develop further in Quidditch?Could it be too early? He is only in the third grade... However, Viktor Krum is also a student. He has already joined the Bulgarian national team and is a world-renowned Seeker!Can't you do this?Harry asked himself in his heart, except for Plundon's copying technique, which requires extremely high luck, he felt that he had done a good job in other aspects; if he worked with a good team and trained, he might not lose to Krum...

A big gray-black ball suddenly flew past his eyes.Harry immediately came to his senses, he was thinking about these things during the game!He circled upwards, his eyes quickly scanning the field below.He has never seen such a fierce confrontation, and the scores of the two sides are rising steadily.Cedric Diggory seemed to have adopted a similar tactic to Qiu Zhang's not far away from him.But how could he keep up with the speed of the Firebolt?

Harry turned the handle of his broom and flew along the edge of the field at extreme speed.The wind was blowing head-on, and everyone in the stands was blurred, but there was no sign of the Snitch... He circled back again, and when he passed the Gryffindor goal post, Wood held the ghost in one hand. The ball, with its whole body hanging across the broom, rolled several times in the air, avoiding the Bludgers hit by the Hufflepuff batsmen.

"Nice move, Oliver!" Harry roared, and was soon back in the middle of the field.Cedric was wandering all over the place, and he didn't see the Snitch either.

The Quaffle was in Angelina's hands.Alicia and Katie flanked her, staying below, about a broom behind.Hawkhead formation... Hufflepuff Chaser coming head-on, two others approaching from Angelina's flank, Parkin pincers...a big Bludger chasing towards the middle of the Hufflepuff The golfer flew away, he had to bend over to dodge, the formation was messed up... Fred and George clapped their hands and laughed, the two of them hit the same Bludger with their bats just now, if they don't dodge, they will definitely crash several times A rib... Angelina rushed to Hufflepuff's goal with the Quaffle in her hand, swayed to the right, but suddenly threw the ball to Aliya on the left... After receiving it, Aliya changed hands and threw it , she was already very close to the ring on the left, and the Hufflepuff keeper had been drawn to the other side... He swooped in, but it was too late, the ball had passed through the ring...

"Score for Gryffindor! It's 70-60!" The commentator was Lee Jordan, almost yelling into the microphone, but no one cared because everyone was like him. "Look at the incredible speed of the Firebolts! Look at their wonderful coordination! This may be the most exciting match ever played at Hogwarts!"