war and peace

After lunch, Professor McGonagall called Harry and Wood away.She only said a few words along the way, "Good job." Then when they were approaching the entrance of the school hospital, she said to them: "Although the game tonight is very important, let's have a good rest first." Harry and Wood nodded together, paying attention It sparkled in her eyes.The two looked at each other, thinking in their hearts, this is already a high compliment for Professor McGonagall.But what are you bringing them to the hospital for?

Before Harry could figure out why, they had stepped into the office of the school hospital, which Harry had never been in before.Inside was a desk piled high with parchments, a nurse's cap hung behind a cloth curtained door, and a large shelf beside it, with labels on every drawer.On the wall are several portraits of gentle-looking old women, apparently dressed as doctors.

"Ah, Minerva, did you bring someone here? These two young men?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head when she heard the voice. She was writing something at the desk, her eyes were looking back and forth between Harry and Wood, " You just had a competition in the morning, right? Can such a high-intensity exercise be tolerated?" Her tone was full of doubts.

"I know, so I'm going to trouble you. After all, such opportunities are rare." Before Wood could refute, Professor McGonagall had finished speaking before him.

"That's true..." Madam Pomfrey agreed.She looked at Wood's strong body and said, "This is okay, drink some stamina recovery potion, and sleep well, and you will be alive and well at night as usual..." Harry really hoped she could say the same to him, but it's a pity Madam Pomfrey frowned at him: "Such a small child! Only in the third grade! Look at this small body! How did they choose..."

Harry's eyebrows trembled, and finally couldn't help it anymore: "I've gained a lot of weight recently, Madam Pomfrey!" The latter ignored what he said, just stood up and squeezed his arm: "I'm tall It's grown, as for the meat...it needs to be considered." She opened a book on the table, "I know that you will definitely not listen to my opinion... Then, you need fast physical recovery, powerful nutrition , this is not difficult...and then..."

Madam Pomfrey said, pushing both Harry and Wood out of the door.There was no one in the ward of the school hospital, and the curtains on all the beds were drawn. "Hurry up, find a bed and lie on it, and I'll get you some potion right away!" Harry was afraid that it would be another weird potion, but luckily the last one he brought was a grass-green potion that looked normal, There is also a faint fragrance.Within ten seconds of drinking it, Harry felt his head sinking.

When Harry woke up, the bed next to him was already empty, and the sky outside the window had turned dark blue.He was startled, and immediately looked at his watch, it was [-]:[-], and there was still half an hour left.

"It's about time... Ah, you're awake." Madam Pomfrey just came out of her office and saw him frantically putting on his shoes, "Don't worry, there's time."

Harry found it difficult for him to explain to the Matron the tactical seminars that Quidditch games required. "When did Wood leave? Why didn't you call me?"

"He's more physically fit than you, so give him less weight. What about Barr..." Madam Pomfrey frowned, obviously not interested in Quidditch.

"Balicast Bats!" Harry added hastily.

"Well, no matter what team it is, they brought Wood to run in before the game, it seems so." Madam Pomfrey said affirmatively.

Harry stood up, feeling a pang of despair. "I slept for so long! I thought I had such a preparation time!"

"A group of people in black and white robes came while you were asleep," Madam Pomfrey said quickly, "and they seem to mean that you just have to act as you did this morning, and they can take care of the rest." ..."

Harry had already rushed to the door, only had time to say "thank you" when he heard this, and rushed out like a whirlwind.He ran down the familiar hallway, and everyone else should be gathering in the dugout by now.Quicker, quicker... He jerked his wand out, yelled "Firebolt," and hurried down the stairs.

When Harry finally arrived at his destination, he couldn't help being overwhelmed by the sight in front of him.Dozens of tall pillars were erected outside the stadium, the distances and heights were uneven, but the same thing was that there was a huge ball of light on each pillar.This made the Quidditch pitch as bright as day, and the entire field was clearly visible than in daylight.But when people look directly at the spheres themselves, they don't feel glaring at all.

Harry turned and slammed the door of the preparation room open.The inside was already full of people, who turned their heads when they heard the voice.They are generally half a body taller than Harry, and they all hold broomsticks in their hands. "Oh, take it easy, Harry," came the voice of Mr. McMah, who was still not big enough for a place like the team, from behind. "We still have time... I think the time I asked your matron to set aside must be enough, right?"

Harry could only nod wildly.A suit of clothes was handed over, and Harry recognized it as their team jersey. "It might be a bit long," said Mr. McMah, who had moved through the crowd to Harry, all smiles on his face.Then there was a whistle outside, "Well, it's time, I have to get to the rostrum right away... Can any of you help Harry get this right?"

Most of the team members looked at Harry with appraising eyes.It was strange that Mr. McMahon was too courteous to him, especially since Mr. Chairman was always a haughty man.Harry didn't know this, but he also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he hastily declined: "Thank you, but I think I can do it myself." Without waiting for Mr. Chairman to react, he drew out his wand neatly and pointed it at the back of his robe. A cutting spell was chanted at the hem.McMah pursed his lips, obviously not very satisfied, but he didn't say anything, turned and left.

"I don't care what Mr. Chairman has to do with you, or your name as the savior... Even if it's just an exhibition match, we must go all out. We guarantee your safety, and you... At least don't let us Regret picking on you, huh?" The man who spoke was the leader, a blond, very stocky man who certainly seemed to be of part Germanic blood—he was the current captain of the Montrose Magpies, Philip Ballack.

"Of course." Harry smiled.Don't know exactly why Mr. McMahma did it, but his overly accommodating attitude is very uncomfortable.In comparison, Philip Barack speaks ruthlessly, but for such a direct way of speaking, it is much easier to deal with than the previous one.

Barack stared at Harry with his blue eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly called out, "Team, let's go!"

Even at night, people in the audience are still in high spirits.Harry knew that feeling first hand, and he found himself enjoying the free flow of the wind, or being able to control the pace of the game at will and catch the Snitch.Due to his small size and extremely nimble turn, this took advantage of the Balikas bat team, because they have adapted to take on opponents of similar size, and the speed of the Firebolt is not what the Nimbus can match; It also takes a lot of pressure off the Montrose Magpies' two hitters, who can focus most of their energy elsewhere.In fact, ever since the Gravity Charm, Harry was very suspicious that there should be other spells on his broom, such as the Cornering Anti-Collision Charm or something.Don't say that these spells are too remote, in fact, these are all things that Voldemort can do!

Facing professional Quidditch Seekers, Harry no longer had to worry about people accidentally hitting the ground.In previous matches against Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory, Harry had carefully controlled his speed. After all, he didn't want people to say that he won with just a broom.But if the opponent is replaced by a professional player, then he should have rich practical experience and a higher-intensity training foundation that Harry does not have. The Firebolt can only make up for some gaps in their soft configuration.

So, after circling the court for a few laps, successfully dodging a few Bludgers, and carefully observing the situation on the court, Harry was ready to give the opponent a blow.He purposely made an expression of sudden concentration when they were very close in the air, his eyes fixed on a certain point on the ground, biting his lip and rushing down--in fact, he saw nothing.

There was green grass approaching in front of him, and Harry focused his attention on distinguishing the sound of the wind, and there was a very clear voice following behind him.Keeping up... He didn't dare to relax, his face still maintained a tense expression, controlling the speed of the Firebolt... If he surpassed the opponent by too much, he would be found to be cheating before hitting the ground...

The sound was getting closer, and the ground was getting closer... Harry gritted his teeth, and was about to steer the Firebolt up, when suddenly a golden light flashed from the corner of his eye.Do you want to continue pretending or go after the golden snitch?Although he originally intended to lure the opponent's Seeker to hit the ground, and he was about to succeed, but if the opponent saw it and he didn't catch the Snitch, he would be too stupid...Harry didn't hesitate. Turn around and rush out like an arrow off the string.

"A super beautiful Ronsky feint!" The narrator has been replaced by Mr. Rodriguez McMah. "Oh, they turned around at the same time! Did they see the golden snitch? Look, it's really a snitch! Mr. Potter's movements are fast, and he made the right choice as soon as he saw the snitch!"

The audience was amazed. "Harry's speed!" said a junior Hufflepuff. "I can't even see him! He seems to be growing on the broom and moves so naturally...even faster than Cannonball Bob!" The Seeker for the Ballycus Bats was named Bob Quigley, and because of his size and his speed, fans nicknamed him "Speedy Cannonball" in a homonym. "How can I keep my special binoculars for football games at home?" This statement was unanimously agreed by several students around him. (Author's note: In English, Bob is pronounced similarly to bomb, and Quigley is pronounced similarly to quickly.)

Cedric Diggory stood behind him, frowning deeply.He admitted that it was all true, but that meant that Harry hadn't been using his full strength at all when he was fighting him.That is to say, when he was chasing the snitch in the auditorium, he performed a little bit, but his speed at other times was far worse than it is now.It wasn't the first time he had seen Harry make a fake move by Ronski, but this time the speed control and turning time could be said to have accurately figured out the opponent's situation.

During the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Harry had apparently given Cho Chang a break, or she would have hit the ground hard.With the precise control Harry was displaying now, there was no way he'd use too much force and break the tarpaulin.That is to say, when he was rolled to the ground by the cloth in the morning, did he actually want to drag himself down in a gentler way?

Cedric Diggory was well aware that Harry wasn't just a good broom, he was extremely skilled at the game and had a very competitive spirit.He clenched his fist quietly, and when he thought that he was not the opponent who could make Harry show his full strength, he had an unbearable urge to catch up.

"...Oh, he really caught! It took less than 10 minutes from the opening to the present! I have to say, Mr. Porter is definitely the most talented Seeker I have ever seen!" This is Mr McMah's voice, it sounded like he was very excited.

"Harry! Harry!" The audience burst into applause, and everyone shouted the same name hoarsely.Cedric woke up from his contemplation, hurriedly stood up, and looked out over the heads of many people.Inside the arena, the players of the Montrose Magpies have formed a circle, with broom handles pointing to the middle.Harry was just above the center of that circle, holding the little golden ball in his hand.He was smiling, his face was facing the teacher's seat, very bright.

This scene made him throb deeply.In the auditorium on the Ravenclaw side, the black-haired girl's palms were flushed.