The surrounding stands were already filled with spectators, and almost all the teachers and students of the school were here.
Many students were discussing excitedly, analyzing which of the two teams would win the final victory.
"It must be us Slytherin! In this year's competition, Slytherin faced Gryffindor twice and won both times! This third time will be no exception!"
"No! It must be us, Gryffindors, who win! You insidious Slytherins have used despicable means to win before. This time you can't even think of winning again! This time, we have Harry.
Potter is here!"
"Harry Potter? Hahaha! Oh my god! It's his first time competing! I think you need to hold a mattress underneath and run with him before he falls off and dies!"
"Damn it! Don't stop me! I'm going to beat him to death!"
On the court, it is normal to have some arguments, but fights are rare.
At least there was little fighting until the end of the game.
Ron made his way to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean, a West Ham fan.
But what made Ron a little unhappy was that Hermione was also here, and it was Neville who invited her.
Although Hermione's situation as a freshman in Gryffindor has changed dramatically due to the troll incident, her best friend is still Neville.
Maybe square wood counts as one.
However, during the Quidditch season, students from all colleges must unconditionally support their own college's Quidditch team, so Hermione could not go to stay with Fang Mu.
Because strictly speaking, not only Slytherin, but Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are also their competitors.
Hermione frowned, she still remembered what Ron said that day!
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Hermione turned her head and ignored him.
For the sake of today's Quidditch match, just pretend you didn't see him!
Hermione ignored him, so Ron couldn't step forward to make trouble for himself. He wished he could stay away from her!
He walked quietly to Neville and said.
"Are you all ready?"
"It's ready, look."
Neville pointed to the ground, which was a huge banner made of a sheet stained by Scabbers, the little gray mouse.
It says 'Potter must win', and Dean, who is good at drawing, also drew a big Gryffindor lion on the bottom.
"I also asked Hermione to help cast a spell so that the paint on the banner could flash different colors. It looks great!"
"Hermione."
Ron curled his lips and said nothing.
at the same time.
In the locker room.
Harry had already put on the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, and Captain Wood was speaking, but Harry couldn't hear what he was saying.
He is very nervous now, as if his whole heart is about to fly out!
He kept thinking it in his mind.
"Quidditch, victory! Quidditch, victory!"
This seemed to be a demonic presence in his heart.
He must win Quidditch!
He even has to lead Gryffindor to win this year's Quidditch championship!
Because only in this way can he surpass that person!
"We will win!"
Wood finally said.
After saying that, he took the lead and walked out.
Harry followed Fred and George in a daze and walked out of the dressing room.
Quidditch is indeed the most popular sport in the wizarding world.
Every player comes out and gets cheers like a roaring tsunami.
Among the crowd, Harry saw the banner 'Potter Must Win', which made him feel better.
Ms. Huo Qi stood in the middle of the court, holding a broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.
She is the referee of this game.
Players from both sides have come to her side.
"Listen, I want everyone to compete fairly and honestly!"
Ms. Hooch took a special look at Slytherin's captain, sixth grader Marcus Flint.
The keen Harry felt this and glanced at Flint.
This is a very tall man. Although he is a few sizes smaller than Hagrid, he is obviously several times bigger than the people around him.
Harry even felt that he had giant blood in him.
"If I were hit by him, wouldn't I be immediately thrown off the broomstick?"
He immediately told himself in his heart.
Be sure to stay away from this person during the game!
"Please everyone ride on your broomstick."
Harry stepped onto his own Nimbus 2000.
After weeks of hard training, the moment he stepped onto the Nimbus 2000, his courage surged.
"Wait! Fang! I will definitely surpass you!"
He looked towards the Ravenclaw area. He couldn't see Fang Mu from the crowd, but he didn't care.
As long as Fang Mu can see him, that's fine!
"The Quidditch championship must be mine!"
Toot! Toot! Toot!
Ms. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle hard.
Fifteen broomsticks soared into the sky.
Contest.
here we go.
Ravenclaw area.
Fang Mu watched the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin with great interest. This was his first time watching a Quidditch match live.
The competition is fierce!
Very exciting too!
This is a game taking place at an altitude of more than ten meters!
Although people rarely die during a Quidditch game, it is quite common for someone to break a limb or limb.
Not to mention threats from opponents.
Just the bludger that keeps wandering around the players, always ready to knock them down, greatly increases the danger of the Quidditch game!
Danger, excitement, unknown!
This is what makes Quidditch so attractive.
"Only magicians with better systems and more advanced treatment methods can play like this! Ordinary people, please don't imitate (this is the author's desire to survive)!"
Fang Mu looked serious.
brush!
Gryffindor scores a goal.
It was Angelina, the second-year Chaser, who opened the scoring and scored Gryffindor's first ten points.
10:0.
The Gryffindor people cheered loudly.
In contrast, Slytherin roared and cursed.
Most of the people from the other two colleges were not stingy with their applause.
Well, the main reason is that Slytherin is usually hated too much.
He always looks like he has noble blood, is aloof, and looks down on other people.
The reckless little lion may not be very popular, but as long as they see Slytherin being defeated, they will not hesitate to clap their hands.
The game continues.
Slytherin's chaser Pusey held the ball. He dodged two bludgers, the Weasley twins and the chaser Bell. Only the Gryffindor goalkeeper was left in front of him.