war and peace

Harry stared at the field for a moment, then reminded himself that the game was good, but his job was to catch the Snitch.After they win, others will definitely describe those details to him in detail.When he thought of this, he was finally able to look away.

Then Harry hovered over the pitch, circling low, looking from the goalposts to the stands.The indifference on the faces of the onlookers had been well concealed, but now it had turned into a look of surprise.

The last time the England national team didn't even get the right to qualify in the Quidditch World Cup European Division, Wales and Scotland were slightly better, but they still stopped at the top [-].If he wants to go to any club, it seems that the Montrose Magpies in Wales are suitable (Privet Drive is just on the Welsh border, not far from England), and his favorite Seeker Eunice? Murray has been working for this team during his lifetime.The Ballycastle Bats are from Northern Ireland, isn't it a bit far?Harry's gaze fell on the person sitting upright, and he couldn't help thinking, the first Death Eater meeting was on the west coast of Ireland, so would the second meeting be in the castle in Ireland?But this idea appeared for a moment, and he shook his head to himself. This can be considered later...

Just as Harry thought about it, the Gryffindor team resolved another attack organized by the Hufflepuff team, and pursued the victory, pulling the score gap to twenty points for the first time.

"80:60! The Weasleys are really in their element - they're literally two oversized human Bludgers!" Lee Jordan narrated, eliciting laughter.Fred and George didn't take it seriously at all, and they even performed somersaults in mid-air to express their joy.Harry was far away from them, and made a triumphant gesture from the air.

But Hufflepuff obviously won't be reconciled.They quickly organized a new formation. The main Chaser rushed into the sky with the Quaffle. Harry felt that it must be a fake move to lure the enemy...Wood obviously thought so, and he didn't dare to leave the goal halfway. Take a step, and quickly make a figure-eight shuttle between the three pillars. This is an all-round defensive posture...

Suddenly there was an uproar from the Hufflepuff stands: "Cedric! The Snitch!" Apparently they wanted their Seekers to catch the Snitch first.But the golden ball seemed to rush into the crowd, and the students dodged to both sides to avoid it, causing chaos in the stands.Harry leaned over and manipulated the Firebolt to rush straight over, narrowly passing many heads, and there was a burst of screams... He caught up with Cedric and quickly overtook him, but the Golden Snitch disappeared in the confusion up...

Harry was mid-air again, but he began to pay close attention to what was going on in and around the Hufflepuff auditorium.Cedric walked up and down nearby, staring at Harry intently, his lips pressed together.Obviously, after the moment just now, he clearly realized the gap between his broom and the Firebolt, and he couldn't help but become more vigilant.

A golden light flashed across the gray gap between the stands.Harry sped up without hesitation, he had to catch it first.Cedric saw it too, and swooped down immediately.Harry flew along the edge of the circular stand, the tip of his broom just barely grazing the surface of the wall.The spectators in the first row watched him pass by very close to them, their faces hurt by the strong wind.Cedric followed closely behind, his face was flushed, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or the wind.

It seems that the eyes of the audience are all focused on this chase.Harry sprinted across the columnar towers that had been erected on the side of the field, and lowered his broom slightly.With a chirping sound, the thick cloth covering the surface was forcibly scratched by the branches, and a large corner fell down.Cedric followed closely, but was suddenly covered by the cloth, and immediately rolled down in a ball.The audience exclaimed...

Harry couldn't hear anything. In fact, all he could see was the snitch fluttering its silver wings in front of him, and the sound of the wind in his ears seemed to have stopped flowing.He stretched his right hand forward as far as he could, stretching his five fingers... Soon, it was three feet...one foot...one inch..."Got it!" He shouted, stopped the broom, and raised his hand high, the Snitch Struggling in his palm.

There was a moment of silence, and then thunderous cheers erupted.

"Good job." A hand reached out and patted his shoulder.Harry turned around with a big smile on his face, "...Mr. Chairman?" He found himself rushing to the teacher's table.What was in front of him just now...Harry had a bad feeling in his heart, and he slowly turned his head back...

"Just now you caught the Snitch right in front of Professor Roald's nose! Merlin, the distance is only a little short!" McMah said excitedly, stretching out two fingers to gesture, "Just a little... I thought You're definitely going to hit someone! What an impressive skill!"

Harry stared at the familiar face in front of him, speechless in embarrassment.If he hadn't stopped in time just now, wouldn't he be making a fool of himself with Voldemort?But judging from the expression on his face, it was obvious that he didn't care. "Professor..." Harry was about to apologize when the players who were sitting in the back surrounded him, and he quickly jumped off the broom.

"What a Firebolt!" A young man in a black team robe said, his eyes full of fanaticism.

The expressions of the others were more or less similar to his. "It's really good, better than all the brooms I've seen!" "Extreme speed, strong braking ability!" "You can use the Firebolt so well at this age..." "How did you get it so well?" The broomsticks, man? The Ireland order hasn't arrived yet?"  …

Harry looked sideways.The man noticed his gaze and smiled slightly, his black eyes filled with something that made one feel warm all over.Harry suddenly felt his heart beating fast, and if it wasn't for a large group of people surrounding him asking this and that, he would have jumped at it.As for what to do after that, that is his freedom, isn't it?

Dumbledore sat aside, looking at the noisy crowd not far away, without any expression fluctuations on his face.

Due to the excellent cooperation of the Gryffindor team in the game, and the attention of the best Seeker like Harry, there were dozens of people on the Gryffindor table at lunch.But no one minded that, and to be fair, the cubs were having fun.They sat in small groups next to their favorite players, asking their idols questions between meals.Every now and then someone runs up with a notebook in their hands, hoping to get that coveted autograph.Students with magic cameras have become the favorites in everyone's eyes, because everyone hopes to seize this great opportunity to take photos with these players who usually cannot get close to each other.

The auditorium is even more lively than during the festival, and there are laughter and laughter everywhere.Harry looked at it for nothing, and hurriedly pulled Tom outside.Then he stared sharply at the other person's face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It looks like I didn't hurt you."

Tom looked at him amusedly. "That's why you called me out?"

Harry nodded solemnly. "At that time, I only paid attention to getting rid of Cedric... Later, I only avoided the stands based on my impressions. It is not impossible to hit someone." What he didn't say was that he must win, and he had to be beautiful Win brightly!

"That's not like you, Harry," said Tom mockingly. "Aren't you constantly suffering from big and small injuries?"

Harry faltered: "That..." He turned his head aside, trying to say something but really couldn't.Say I'm just worried?Is this a lack of confidence in his own skills or doubts about Voldemort's strength? It's really embarrassing... It's unnecessary, he said to himself viciously in his heart.

No one had ever thought of him so sincerely... Tom stepped forward and pulled Harry tightly into his arms.Sensing that Harry wanted to break free, he whispered, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while..."

Harry really wanted to say, this is not far from the entrance of the auditorium, if anyone comes out, he will definitely be seen... Wouldn't it be all exposed?Although he has experienced a lot of gossip and gossip, he is not afraid, but he is really not interested in creating gossip conversations for everyone... However, the familiar warm breath close at hand reminded him of the Quidditch stadium just now. Things you wanted to do but didn't do.Harry finally gave up those thoughts of his own, and let his hands go around the other's waist, hugging him tightly.The heartbeats of the two gradually merged, and finally merged into one.

When lunch was about to end, Dumbledore tapped his goblet to signal everyone's attention: "I have a few things to inform you. First, today's dinner is cancelled. Don't worry about your hunger—" Immediately, some students murmured, "This is not what we care about"——"Because after the game, we will provide a grand buffet reception..."

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the students were whispering to each other, but their faces were all excited.

Dumbledore had to wait until everyone had calmed down before continuing. "This is the second point. Students in grade four and above, if you have a beautiful dress, please don't be stingy and wear it to the reception at that time-the follow-up dance is waiting for you!"

The sound in the auditorium was like fireworks exploding.The senior students looked excited, while the younger students were indignant. "Maybe I can dance with a famous football star!" I don't know who said this, but in exchange for it, countless boys' hostility and countless girls' staring eyes.

"Hogwarts has never held such an event! At least not in the records!" Hermione said excitedly. "Does he think we must not be able to sleep at night?"

Harry glared at Tom, who had kept an inscrutable expression since he came back from the outside.The ball... Wasn't Voldemort's idea?

Dumbledore had to spend more time quieting everyone down. "Finally, our Chairman has something to say about the exhibition game tonight."

Mr. Rodriguez McMah stood up, and Harry noticed that the buttons of his white shirt were swollen under his tuxedo.He looked around the auditorium, "As I said before, outstanding players will be invited to experience playing with a professional Quidditch team. I am honored to tell you that the Montrose Magpies and Ballycast The Bats are very willing to try this cooperation with our young people here! The person we finally settled on is--" He deliberately drew the tone.

Harry's body stiffened involuntarily.He guessed that Wood and other players should be in the same state as him, but he just wanted to stare at the Quidditch League Cup chairman and spit out his name, and had no time to confirm his thoughts.

"Goalkeeper, Oliver Wood! Ballycus Bats!" said Mr. McMah loudly.

The Gryffindor table was boiling.Wood himself sat there blankly, not even responding to Brother Weasley's pat on the shoulder very hard, he seemed to have been stunned by the pie falling from the sky.The overall strength of the Balikas bat team is much stronger than that of Puddlemere United, and they are in Northern Ireland, which is on the same island as Ireland.The Irish team is a world-renowned strong team, and the Ballykas bat team can also benefit from the convenience of the location, such as training and the like.If they are fancy, then in the future... In a word, the prospects for development are not too good!Harry looked at Wood with a smile, genuinely happy for him.

Mr. McMah was clearly pleased with the enthusiastic response to his words. "As for the Montrose Magpies, they are willing to give up the Seeker position!" Immediately, Harry and Cedric Diggory became the focus of everyone's attention, and most of them were looking at Harry, because he The outstanding performance in the game is obvious to all.But Gryffindor had already picked one, and the Hufflepuffs would of course have preferred Cedric to bring them the honor.

"The one who can make them look good is Harry Potter! Can the Savior lead the Magpies to victory?" The voice behind Mr. McMah was drowned out by the crowd, because since he pronounced Harry's name, he Countless hands have been, are or are about to reach out to Harry from all directions, and he is overwhelmed by the enthusiastic crowd.