"Good morning!
Hogwarts! "
The commentator, Miss Monster from Hufflepuff, cast a 'Loud Voice Spell' on herself and enthusiastically read out her opening remarks. "Last night's Quidditch lottery ended with a total of three hundred wizards participating. Thanks to the intense warm-up match that stirred up everyone's passion, there were people who almost got into a fight over the lottery —"
"Roar —" The stadium erupted into an extremely loud cheer.
"But," Miss Monster paused for a moment and revealed a strange smile, "a professor also participated and predicted a number that no one picked. I think you all have to lose money!
Because Merlin will definitely not be on your side! "
"Oh —" Boos came from the stands, and the young wizards jokingly played along with Miss Monster.
Professor Sprout tugged at the robe of Professor Trini, who was in charge of divination, beside him. "You predicted it?"
Trini showed an arrogant expression. "My talent is not for me to do this kind of thing. I disdain to predict."
Professor Sprout rolled his eyes. He had already told himself that he would be a big fool if he continued to talk to Trini. Why did he not learn his lesson?
Professor Black Bat, who was sitting on the high platform, glanced at Dumbledore who was not far away. It was strange that Dumbledore, who usually seemed to be embedded in the headmaster's office, would appear in the Quidditch stadium today. Snape crossed his arms and changed into a comfortable sitting position. "Headmaster Dumbledore," he said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, Professor Snape." Dumbledore turned his head with a smile, and he seemed to be in a good mood. This was unusual. Most of the time in the morning, Dumbledore was troubled by low blood sugar, anxiety, and palpitations. Today, however, he seemed to be full from eating candy. Perhaps it was all thanks to the "Tales of Beedle the Poet" book that he had placed on the bedside table.
"Did you also buy the lottery?" Black Bat's gaze pierced through the human head between the two of them and looked sharply at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Oh, yes, occasionally relaxing."
"Using divination to participate in gambling is against the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic, Headmaster Dumbledore," Snape drawled.
The little wizard, who was sitting between the two of them, felt the atmosphere gradually becoming more and more anxious. Right now, they just wanted to cast a forgetting spell on themselves and continue to be cute students who didn't know anything. Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't let such an atmosphere continue. "I didn't do any divination, Professor Snape. At most, it was just a dream. It's just a careless guess. It's far from the point of being arrested by the Ministry of Magic."
"So what did you dream of?" Snape raised his eyebrows.
"There are no losers in this competition."
The voice of the commentator, Miss Monster, continued. "Two days ago, a wild boar monster appeared in Gryffindor's waiting room again. The wardrobe was destroyed, and no one knew who did it. This made them angry, but at the same time, they turned their anger into motivation and determination to win —"
"At the same time, the Slytherin team spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of Nimbus 1700s. With the help of new brooms, we can look forward to seeing what kind of miracle they will create. Oh!
The Hufflepuffs have sent fresh cucumbers to their team. They are all looking forward to their school's victory! "
Miss Sprout's expression changed drastically when she heard the mention of fresh cucumbers.
"As for Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw is still Ravenclaw. It won't be that easy to defeat them!"
Monster took a deep breath. "I am your best commentator, Monster. Let's start this year's Quidditch Tournament together!"
The audience was in an uproar. "The first match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Let's wait and see what kind of surprises the battle between these two strong teams will bring us. Next, let's invite both teams to enter the arena!"
As the referee, Professor Huo Qi stood in the middle of the arena, holding an old Comet 140. Compared to the Nimbus 1700s in Slytherin's hands, she was holding a joke.
However, the authority of a referee was not to be underestimated. Even if Madam Huo Qi was riding a vacuum cleaner, it was not up to her. She solemnly cast a 'Loud Voice Spell' on herself. "Fairness and honesty, unity and friendship. Friendship first, competition second!
I don't want to see another match where everyone's head is bleeding, as if they're fighting a Fire Dragon! "
"Fire Dragons aren't as cunning as them," Charlie glared at Slytherin's team. It was as if a fire effect had appeared beside him.
"Then you'd better be careful, little dragon." Slytherin's team leader, Mair, began to trash talk. "Why didn't your Fire Dragon girlfriend come to cheer you on today?"
"My Fire Dragon girlfriend wants to bite your head off, dummy," Charlie retorted. For a moment, the two teams were at daggers drawn.
"Alright!"
Professor Huo Qi touched his forehead. "I wish you all victory in advance. Feel the full charm of Quidditch in the competition. Now — get on your flying brooms!"
The silver whistle blew, and a total of fifteen brooms, including Professor Huo Qi's, took off at the same time. The match had begun.
— — —
"Merlin's Beard!
The first collision occurred in less than three minutes after the match started. It broke the five-minute collision record!
Slytherin's ball chaser, Marcus Flint, directly knocked Gryffindor's new goalkeeper, Oliver Wood into the goal!
God, I have to make it clear — knocking the opponent's goalkeeper into the goal won't give you extra points! "
"Roar!"
The Slythrin stands were a sea of joy, until Professor Huo Qi flew to Flint's side and lectured him. However, this was not enough to make 'Mad Outlaw Flint' repent. After all, there was no such thing as a yellow card or a red card in Quidditch.
"Beautiful pass!"
Monster slapped the table. "Gryffindor's ball chaser, Bob, used a difficult inverted move to pass the Ghost Fly ball to his teammate!
Oh no!
He was hit by the Ghost Fly ball — this Ghost Fly ball came from Slytherin's batter, Trench! "
"Bob is still holding on. He asked his teammates to focus on the match. Unfortunately, Flint, who was reprimanded just now, took advantage of the chaos and successfully intercepted the Ghost Fly ball!
He is now rushing towards Gryffindor's goal! "
"This third-year player, Flint, can be said to be Slytherin's star player. He has been playing since he was a second-year player and has never been benched. He became Slytherin's ball chaser the moment he joined the team. He also had a good performance in last year's Legend Match. This year, he is still able to perform at such a level as a ball chaser. Clearly, his talent in Quidditch is extraordinary. His entire person has a rough sense of beauty!" Monster was very excited.
"Miss Monster!" Professor Mcgonagall coughed.
"Sorry, Professor!
Oh!
Flint was hit by the Ghost Fly ball!
This time, it's Gryffindor's batter, Laing, who hit the ball over!
It's revenge for Bob being hit just now! "
Laing and Charlie high-fived to celebrate, but they were quickly pushed aside by the rampaging Mair. Mair had an evil smile on his face. "This is just the beginning."
The match lasted for two hours. Anna ate handfuls of licorice wands one after another. Her whole body was filled with the smell of licorice. She looked at the score and frowned as she asked Belinda, "Is this a normal situation?
After playing for so long, the score is still zero?
When will the match end? "
Belinda's voice was hoarse because she had cheered too hard just now. She raised her chin and said, "Of course this is a normal situation. The match between the Flying Arrows and the Vratsa Eagles lasted for 16 days. In the first three days, they didn't score a single goal. Later on, the score started to get anxious. The Flying Arrows were always behind. On the last day, there was a reversal. The Flying Arrows' ball chaser caught the Golden Snitch.
They won the match! "" By the way, I like the Wimbledon Hornets. I'm a qualified 'Bee Sting'. When the opponent's ball chaser takes a free throw, we will buzz loudly to disturb the opponent's thoughts!
It's very interesting! "Anna didn't find it interesting at all.
The commentator, Monster, took a big gulp of water. Her eyes were always focused on the situation on the field. She had been commentating for two hours without rest. Commentating on Quidditch was really hard work. It was said that at least five commentators fainted during the Flying Arrows' match. "This match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is unusually tense. Slytherin has completely given up on attacking. They are using all kinds of methods to obstruct Gryffindor. It's really an evil … um … daunting strategy!"
"The proud Gryffindor players still insist on attacking despite such a strategy. At this moment, the hope of victory is completely pinned on the ball chasers of the two teams, Charlie Weasley and Mair Psy!"
"Oh!"
Monster suddenly stood up. The water in her hand almost spilled onto Professor Mcgonagall. She pointed to the sky excitedly and said, "The Golden Snitch has appeared!"
Charlie and Mair rushed out at the same time.