"Hello!" Anna went over to greet the girl.
She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with grayish-brown hair. The girl hurriedly tried to put on her cloak, but Anna helped her pull it back.
"Oh!
Thank you! "She gave Anna a big smile." Why didn't you go to watch Quidditch?
Eh — "She noticed the black robes on the group.
"Your uniforms!
Is this a new prank? "Her eyes lit up, and Anna noticed that her hair was slowly turning violet.
"Looks like you're still freshmen!
Merlin's briefs!
How brave!
Are you Gryffindor? "
"Of course!" Ron stood up proudly, as if he really was a Gryffindor.
"Red hair, Gryffindor..." The girl counted three red-haired people in the group. "Do you know Charlie — I mean Charlie Weasley?"
"He's our brother!"
"Then why are you still here?!" The girl was a little surprised. She pulled Anna and called out to the group. "Hurry!
Gryffindor and Slytherin's match today!
Don't miss it! "
She ran out through the gap in the oak door. "This way, hurry!"
The group came to a square courtyard, ran through a long air walkway, and followed her through another gorgeous building.
"Tap, tap, tap." The stone tiles were stepped on. Harry swore that he had not run so fast even when he was running away from the castle caretaker.
After passing through a larger central courtyard, the few of them ran along a gravel path out of the perimeter of the wall. It was a long downhill, with stone stairs embedded in the dense green grass. On the right, there was a large circle of open space planted with various kinds of vegetables.
At the end of the path was a large oval, surrounded by cloth. There were many wooden towers around the oval —
"Roar!" They could hear cheering in the distance.
"Tonks!
Phew — is the match — almost over? "
Ron felt that he had spent too much time running all the way here. They introduced each other and chatted a lot.
Nymphadora Tonks was a talented Magus who would become an excellent Auror in the future. He married Moon Face Lupin and died in the Second Great Wizard War.
Anna looked at Tonks' pink hair. She was still a fifteen-year-old fifth-grader in Hogwarts.
"It's still early. They haven't caught the Golden Thief yet!
Over here!
I know a good place to watch the game! "
No one would have guessed that the 'good place' was actually Gryffindor's waiting room. There was not a single person in the waiting room. A few reserve players were sitting on the bench outside, nervously watching the match.
"Oliver, do you know who Captain Charlie's secret weapon is?" Young Lion, who was sitting on the substitutes' bench, asked his companion beside him.
"I don't know." Oliver Wood spread out his hands. "But I think the captain said that because Slytherin has prepared a new ball seeker.
If the secret weapon is real, then he's keeping it a secret too well, right? "
Anna secretly poked her head out from behind the curtain. Hundreds of chairs were placed high in the stands around them. They were full of people and there was almost no space. There were three golden poles at each end of the field with a ring on top. It looked like the thing used to blow bubbles a hundred times bigger.
"Gryffindor!
Gryffindor! "Young Lions waved their flags.
"Charlie!"
Anna heard someone shouting the name of Weasley's second brother very loudly. It was another red-haired, bespectacled, neatly dressed man. Oh, it looked like it was Percy.
"Slytherin!
Slytherin! "
Slytherin's little snakes had a fierce aura. They gritted their teeth and stared at the Lions. Some of them even shouted, "Marcus!
Secretly knock them away! "
Based on this observation, the seating arrangement in Quidditch was very reasonable. The students from the enemy camp did not sit together. Otherwise, they would have to pay attention to the fighting at all times.
"Oh!"
A broom crashed through the tower and narrowly missed the auditorium. The students quickly lowered their heads to protect their heads. "Be careful!" Screams rose and fell, but no one was hurt.
"That's why I said this is a good place to go!
It's safe and close! "Nymphadora raised her head proudly.
"Look, Slytherin is riding Nimbus 1700. He's the one who flew to the side of the tower." She cleared her throat as if she was about to announce a big secret. "He's Slytherin's secret weapon, the sophomore Marcus Flint. Maybe it's not a secret. After all, we all know about it."
"We've been talking about him during meals for the past few days. He's obviously a ball chaser, but he's so rough that he's more than capable of playing a wandering ball." Nymphadora pointed at Marcus in the air. "Look, that's the black-haired guy with the big front teeth. Maybe he has the blood of a troll …"
Harry looked at the sky with all his might. Look at those muscles. Even ten Dudleys wouldn't be enough to beat him up.
"Wow — what a nimble troll," the twins exclaimed. "Hey!
I see Charlie! "
"Where? Where?" Ron leaned over to take a closer look. He shouted at the sky and waved his hand vigorously. "Charlie!"
Perhaps it was the telepathic connection between the Weasley brothers, but Charlie really did take a look at his own waiting room. When he saw a few of his younger brothers who should not have been at school, he rubbed his eyes and revealed an expression of disbelief that was even more unbelievable than when he saw a wandering ball.
Then, he was hit by a wandering ball.
"Oh!" There were cries of pain and wails on the field. Of course, there were also subtle cheers from Slytherin.
He fell from the air and was blocked by the broom of another teammate, but still fell heavily to the ground. "Take him to the school hospital!" Anna heard a commotion outside the waiting room.
"It's over, it's over!
We've lost our only ball seeker! "
Oliver clutched his head, his eyes blank. "Three losses in a row. I've already foreseen it. How long do you think Gryffindor hasn't touched the Quidditch trophy?"
"Look at Marcus's smug face!
I really want to turn him into a — Oh!
Laing!
How's Charlie? "
A black-haired teenager wearing Gryffindor's red team uniform hurried over. "It's not good. He's shouting that he wants to see his brother. The point is, I don't know if he hit his head or not, but he's got Percy's name wrong!"
"What should we do?!" The two shouted.
"It's okay," Laing waved her hand. "Professor Mcgonagall has taken him to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey will cure him. At most, he'll drink some of Professor Snape's magic potion …"
"That's great!
But what about our game? "
Oliver was really desperate. If he had the talent of a ball seeker, he would have jumped onto the field. Only by winning Quidditch would they have a chance to win the School Championship!
"Don't we still have a secret weapon?" Laing was very surprised.
They looked at each other in surprise. "Is it true?!
I thought that it was just a lie made up to target Slythrin! "
Gryffindor's waiting room was a mess when Charlie fell.
"Oh no!" Tonks let out a cry of surprise.
"Oh!
Charlie! "
Ron looked very regretful. He felt that he had affected Charlie and caused him to be hit by the ball.
Harry comforted him. "He'll recover. At most, he won't be able to continue this game."
Ron glanced at Harry. "Thank you. I feel even more guilty now …"
"Can we go see Charlie?"
George ran to the entrance of the waiting room, just in time to see Charlie lying on a floating stretcher, floating behind a lady in a long black velvet cloak.
Professor Mcgonagall seemed to feel something. She turned around and looked at Gryffindor's waiting room strangely. She saw nothing. George was pulled back by Fred. "Maybe not. We shouldn't be here!"
Anna had been eavesdropping on the conversation of the substitutes outside the tent. "They said that a professor sent Charlie to the school hospital. Charlie can still talk, so it shouldn't be a big problem …"
"Oh no!
Hide! "
Anna pulled Tonks, who was still trying his best to look out of the tent, to hide behind a cabinet. She pulled Harry over as well.
The Weasley twins, on the other hand, ran out of the waiting room with Ron.
"Swoosh —" Oliver opened the curtain and barged in. He looked around.
"See, Laing!
There's no secret weapon here! "
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Tsk.
Anna felt like she was playing Harry's Warrior Training Game. Sorry, Harry —
"Thud —" Harry fell to the ground with a look of disbelief. He looked at Anna behind the cabinet and mouthed, "What are you doing?"
Anna gave Harry a guilty smile and whispered in Nymphadora's ear. Nymphadora's expression became a little strange, but after a while, she smiled brightly and made an OK gesture.
"Hey!
Who are you? "Oliver and Laing walked up to Harry." How come I've never seen you before? "
Oliver put his hands on his hips and pretended to be fierce. He pointed at Harry and said, "Don't think you can pretend to be a Gryffindor just because you're wearing a red turban!
I'm going to tell Professor Mcgonagall! "
Harry's toes tightened as he listened. Had they found out that he had snuck in? "Tell me!
Are you a spy sent by Slytherin? "
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ahem." A woman in a black cloak came over. Oliver and Laing did not see where she came from. Her black cloak covered her whole body, leaving only her face exposed. She was serious, old-fashioned, and wore a pair of square glasses.
"Oh!
Professor Mcgonagall! "Laing scratched her head." Is Charlie okay? "
"He … ahem, he's fine."
Oliver thought he heard Professor Mcgonagall speak in a young girl's voice. He shook his head and shook the thought out of his head. "Professor Mcgonagall!
We think she's a Slytherin spy! "He pointed at Harry.
Harry sat on the ground, weak and helpless. He glanced at Anna discreetly.
Anna gave him a look that said, "Don't worry."
Professor Mcgonagall winked at Harry and explained to Oliver and Laing, "This is Gryffindor's secret weapon, a substitute ball seeker, James Potter."
She pushed Harry. "Go to the back of the cupboard and get your broom!
It's time to play, James! "