The broom had not been used for a long time, and there was a thin layer of dust on it. Tom sat in the armchair in the common room, and took a rag to wipe away the dust bit by bit. Of course he could use magic, but today
He didn't want to do this, and the process of cleaning the broom bit by bit made him feel calmer.
He wanted to win today's game. Although he was only a substitute, although he and the team had not practiced together for more than a year, and although the outcome of this game had no impact on him, he woke up early in the morning.
After coming over and taking the broomstick to the common room, he felt that he still wanted to win.
He was very curious about what the mysterious reward of the system was. More importantly, he was about to fly in the sky in the rain for at least more than an hour. It couldn't be for a failure, right?
Now that you are here, let’s have a serious fight.
He wiped the Sweeping Seven Stars clean and applied a layer of wax, making them look as good as new.
Although this broom is an old model, it is the "Sweep Seven Stars Modification". Professor Flitwick has optimized this broom so that it is no longer an ordinary, outdated broom, but a sharp weapon that Tom can rely on.
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Tom had just finished cleaning the broom when he felt something rub against his leg. He bent down and picked up Crookshanks who was passing by.
"Are we doing well today?" He patted Crookshanks' butt.
"Meow~" Crookshanks moaned comfortably.
"That's good." Tom held Crookshanks in his arms, reclined on the armchair and stared blankly.
Cats, people, stove, armchairs. It would have been a wonderful Saturday morning if there hadn't been a game.
After a while, other teammates of the team also appeared in the lounge one after another. Captain Rich stuffed a waterproof Ravenclaw team robe to him. The whole team changed into uniforms together.
Then he walked towards the auditorium downstairs.
The seven members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team appeared together in the auditorium with great momentum, overwhelming more than one of the Gryffindor team: they came to the auditorium to eat in scattered pieces, and none of them were there yet.
Wearing team uniforms, the Rich Seven immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of applause from the long table in Ravenclaw House, mixed with a few cheers.
This put Wood, who entered the auditorium behind the Ravenclaw team, in a dilemma. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and quickly walked through the auditorium under the eyes of others, and came to the table in his college. After he sat down
, he saw Tom among the seven people, and he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
"It's just some fancy little tricks, even Ravenclaws can do these tricks." Aria comforted Wood, but Wood obviously cared more about Tom.
"I didn't expect Yodel to get involved. Didn't he quit the Quidditch team a long time ago?" He said to himself uneasily: "Is he the secret weapon of the Ravenclaw team?"
"No," Fred and George replied in unison, "We saw Roger from the Ravenclaw team entering the school hospital last night. He might have been injured. He is still in the hospital this morning. That means
Tom was a temporary substitute."
Upon hearing the news, Wood's frown suddenly relaxed, and he relaxed instantly. But he soon realized something was wrong.
"I watched you enter the dormitory last night, and you didn't come out again until I went to bed - so how did you know about Roger's injury?" Wood suddenly found the loophole in the two people's words.
Fred's expression froze on his face - they knew this naturally because he and George had a magical map called the Marauder's Map, which allowed them to see the movements of everyone in Hogwarts. Yesterday he saw it with his own eyes
Richie and Madam Pomfrey took Roger to the infirmary, where Roger was still lying in the infirmary until this morning.
But the Marauder's Map is not something outsiders can appreciate! If he and George heard about it when he and George went out late at night, not to mention how they knew the news, just the fact that he dared to stay up late and go out before the game would be enough to make Wood angry.
Tear them both apart.
So he was completely unable to explain his sources.
"Let's eat first!" He picked up a piece of bread and ran away.
No matter what, Fred still brought good news, which improved Wood's appetite a lot, and he successfully ate two slices of bread and a few slices of bacon. In the past, Wood would often be too nervous to eat before games.
The number of people in the auditorium gradually increased, and even Hermione walked out of the lounge, holding the furry Crookshanks in her arms. Today she was wearing a hat that could wrap her hair in, and she was also wrapped in a hat.
Wearing a thick robe, covering almost every inch of skin on her body - her dress today looks like a two-dimensional character model that has been complained and rectified hundreds of times.
She is dressed more conservatively.
"Give you five!" She held up Crookshanks' cat paw and gave Tom a high five.
"I hope it brings you good luck - if you don't have a rabbit's foot, you can just use a cat's paw." Hermione said with a smile. In many places in Europe, Africa and America, people believe that rabbit's feet can bring good luck.
Amulet, if the rabbits could talk, they would definitely refute this.
"It's time to go." Rich glanced at the time, drank the bowl of broth-soaked bread, stood up, and led his team members to the stadium.
The popularity of Quidditch can be seen from today's weather and the attendance at the stadium - the Hogwarts stadium is an open stadium, and spectators have to use umbrellas to watch the game on rainy days! As a result, the weather is like today
Despite the situation, the stadium was still crowded with spectators. On the way to the stadium, Tom could see a steady stream of students walking towards the stadium holding umbrellas.
The rain was heavier than in the morning, and the raindrops thumped on the ground, even forming a rain curtain on the edge of the little wizards' umbrellas.
"The weather is terrible," Tom said, looking at the sky that showed no sign of clearing up.
"This is a good thing. The worse the weather is, the greater our advantage will be." Seeker Albert looked at his clear mask and gloated a little: Are the Gryffindor players now drowned?
really.
Wood didn't think twice and didn't think of equipping the team members with waterproof cloaks. Now they were trudging through the rain. Everyone was soaked.
Harry raised his head and glanced at the sky, only to feel extremely frustrated: it seemed that everything had been going wrong for him since the beginning of this summer vacation, and he didn't even have good weather to play Quidditch.