Chapter 551： Quidditch and strong emotions

Standing at the door of the dressing room, Hermione kept looking around, and the snowflakes in the sky had accumulated a thick layer on her hat.

She let out a cold breath and stomped her feet with cold.

"I forgot to bring the thermostat locket... Oh, yes, it's like a furnace!" She took out her magic wand and pointed at herself. In an instant, a warm stream spread all over her body, as if sitting by the roaring fireplace in the lounge. , She couldn't help but yawned.

The door of the dressing room opened.

Betty came out first, looking listless, followed by Fred and George. They hung their shoulders and seemed to be heading to a doomed battlefield. Angelina's headache came from the door of the lounge: "Okay." Well, Harry, please persuade him and wish us luck..."

Harry responded vaguely, and then Angelina came out with a numb face, her expression even stranger, Hermione thought. Angelina looked dead, and only a body was left wandering around.

Hermione walked in and Ron sat in the corner of the lounge. Harry stared at him.

"What's wrong, the game is about to be played, everyone's mood is not very good? Oh, oh, uh—"

Hermione stepped over Harry and saw Ron leaning back on the bench, his eyes blank, his face gray, and his eyes staring at the ceiling blankly.

Harry gave Hermione a look.

At this moment, Ron moved suddenly, so dexterous as to surprise Harry and Hermione.

"Harry, chant the happiness curse to me," he said eagerly.

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Happy curse," Ron said, his lips purplish with cold, "this is the only way, it's what I thought of all morning."

"what happened?"

Ron sat back slowly: "I admit that I'm a little nervous, just a little... well, very nervous. Harry, I was lifted up and can't get down anymore. Angelina said I'm no worse than Wood, and Professor McGonagall avoids it. My transformation class homework..."

"Can't you just sum it up in one sentence?" Hermione said impatiently.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to guard a ball." Ron said hesitantly, "It's weird. I didn't have this idea at all before, but I thought of it as soon as I woke up this morning. I wanted to enlighten myself and go around the black After walking around the lake twice, things got worse and worse. Now I have cold hands and feet, dizzy, flustered, short of breath, and nauseous..."

"That's because you didn't eat anything in the morning!" Harry said angrily.

"Yeah, but I think it's no different even if you eat it..." Ron said hoarsely.

"I don't think so. If you are worried about poor performance, it is not necessary at all, but your opponent should be more worried." Hermione encouraged him and said, "The Slytherin goalkeeper is a fool. What is his name? write?"

"Miles Black." Harry interjected.

In all fairness, he thinks Blake is playing well, but when Blake tried to chant a spell to the chaser Alia in the corridor two days ago and failed, Fred and George said they would not let go. He walked down the Quidditch field intact. Of course Harry is on the side of the team.

Harry followed Hermione’s words and comforted: "Yes, think about it, Slytherin’s team **** this year, Flint is gone, their new captain is Monta, you know what kind of person he is. ——"

"When I came over, I saw him yelling at the player, with his sleeves rolled up high, showing a pair of hairy arms. I thought he was holding two hairy hams." Hermione said harshly.

Ron smiled stiffly.

"Their batsmen are also newcomers-Monta recruited Crabbe and Gore, I don't know why, they are so stupid that they can't tell the head and tail of the broomstick." Harry continued.

Ron's eyes rolled.

"To be honest, I don't know what you have to worry about," Hermione said irritably. "Compared with the adventures you have gone through, a ball game is just a game of pediatrics, one, one game."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione at the same time, angry at her indiscretion. Hermione waved her hand in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to look down on Quidditch—"

"Yes!" Ron said suddenly, "You just don't like Quidditch."

It would be Hermione's turn to stare at him.

Ron tilted his head.

Hermione continued: "Think about the trolls, three-headed dogs, basilisks, dark wizards, fire dragons, merfolk, Death Eaters, Voldemort..." she said, and finally concluded: "Compared with these, the result of a Quidditch failure is really not worth mentioning."

Harry didn't think that could be compared. Although some things were not dangerous, they were also more difficult, but he didn't plan to demolish Hermione's station. It was purely asking for trouble, and there was no benefit except to detonate another trouble. So he said against his will: "Yes."

Ron stood up, as if he was alive again, "It makes sense...Hermione, do you have food with you?"

"No." Hermione said dryly.

"Don't lie to me," Ronte said affirmatively, "you must have a pile of food in your beaded pouch."

Reluctantly, Hermione took out a bag of compressed biscuits and threw it to him.

Ron tore the package and started eating. Harry swallowed. He ate very little in the morning, not because of nervousness, but because he didn't want to be too full to affect his state.

"Boys, how are you talking?" Angelina poked her head out of the locker room door.

Harry made a no problem gesture, and competed with Ron for the last bit of potato chips.

Angelina's expression was a little dazed, "It seems that you are really fine, then come out quickly and start the preparatory activities. Do you have the heart to let the three girls face the seven gorillas?"

"And Fred and George," Ron said vaguely, the chips splattered.

"I don't know if I can count on them. The two of them are taking a photo with the professor's Sniff. Give you one minute." She disappeared.

"Let's go," Harry said.

"Wait." Hermione took out her wand and tapped them at the two of them, and their bodies immediately became warm, as if surrounded by a stove.

"What spell did you use?" Harry asked.

"Warming spell," Hermione said.

Harry suddenly realized. Familiar memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He remembered that it was also a winter. They trudged through the thick snow to Hagrid’s Hut. Professor Lu Shanghaipu introduced the Warming Charm, and only Hermione was shaking from the cold. At that time, I was still in the mood to ask questions. I was more concerned about Sirius' gossip when he was in school.

The story named "Gryffindor Freshman and Hufflepuff Prefect".

Now one of the protagonists of the story has become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and the other has become the Minister of Magic. Harry was in a daze, even if he was not a witness, he still found it strange, he understood Mafalda's thoughts a little bit. At this moment, someone next to him gave him a push.

"Don't froze, set an example for next year's new players." Hermione said.

Harry grinned.

Snow flies in the sky, and when it falls on the ground, it condenses into ice crystals. The cold wind makes life hurt. Felix sits in the stands, feeling a warm atmosphere that is diametrically opposed to the weather. Warren sat on his shoulders, holding its baby wand. The two little feet flicked and flicked.

"The hat is very nice, your eyes have improved."

Warren's mood improved.

Felix opened his palm quietly, a suction came from his palm, and the little wizard on the court felt a chill in his back.

"Why is it a little cold?" a student said dissatisfied.

"Isn't it always cold," the person next to him said, "Look, the two teams are shaking hands. The game is about to begin!"

The two teams greeted thunderous cheers, and the emotions accumulated for a whole year gush out at this moment. Felix quietly increased his suction, and those full, passionate, enthusiastic and joyous emotions gathered in him. In the palm of his hand, he looked like a dementor hiding in the crowd.

It's just that he didn't ingest much emotions. The students shuddered at best, and then they became more enthusiastic and thunderous in applause. With the deepening of Felix's research on the magical talents of magical animals, he naturally understood the characteristics of magical power in magical animals.

This is a kind of magic power that is different from the wizard's body.

To be precise, the characteristics of the magic power in each magical animal are different. Felix guesses that these magic powers are obviously affected by their own body structure.

"The talent of a magical animal comes from the body, and the talent of a wizard comes from the soul. In other words, the soul of a wizard is the most special-the ghost itself carries a certain amount of magic power and can slightly control water and fire-when the soul and the body are combined, Will produce a steady stream of magic..."

"This is just a guess." Felix raised his head and looked to the center of the playing field.

The captains of the two teams stood up and shook hands. Wallen yelled and pointed with a small wooden stick. The whistle sounded and the game officially began.

Fourteen players soared into the air, very fast, and soon turned into blurred shadows in the snow all over the sky. It is still Li Qiaodan standing on a high platform to explain to the audience:

"The game started. Johnson took the lead in grabbing the ball. Of course, her weight is only one-half, or one-third, of the opposite. After a year, both players have new faces. Gryffindor has a new face. Adding a goalkeeper is a very important position; Slytherin has added two new batsmen... Look! Johnson crossed the two, is she going to attack? Oh, it’s a pity, it’s almost ."

"The ghost fly ball is now in Slytherin's hands, and Warrington rushes towards the goal. There is no one in front of Warrington, and the roaming ball is not nearby. Only the goalkeeper of Gryffindor! He is a newcomer to the team. --Oops!"

Harry hurriedly looked at the goal, Ron took the initiative to jump out, rubbing the Guifei ball with his finger, but did not hold it. Harry seemed to hear a sigh, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Awesome! The ball was stopped! Great, I have to say, a good start -" Li Qiaodan said excitedly.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Next time pay attention, Professor, let's go back to the game. Ron guarded it. A good start. Now it's Gryffindor's turn to attack. Fred and George are near the Slytherin goal. I know it's not what it is. Tactics, they told me in private, ahem..."

Harry didn't listen carefully. He opened his eyes and looked at the goal. Ron was shaking his fists excitedly. From the trajectory of the ghost ball, it should be his hand that changed the position of the ghost ball and let it rub it. The goal flew past.

Harry was thrilled. He knew that for Ron, the first ball was the most dangerous. Ron's biggest weakness is that he will lose confidence if he makes a mistake, and he will get upset if he fails to keep a ball, and he will lose more **** as a result. This is the data provided by Ginny, and Harry chooses to believe it.

He began to direct the broom to fly, the snow became bigger and bigger, his vision became unclear, and he almost hit the wandering ball twice. After confirming that Ron did not need help, Fred and George seemed to be ready to fulfill their promise before the game. Two of the three shots were rushed to the Slytherin goalkeeper. Although they missed one, Bu Leitch was terrified, he lost two **** in a panic.

The game became more intense. When Harry passed Draco Malfoy for the third time, he was almost counting how many blisters there were on Malfoy’s mouth. Malfoy’s expression seemed to be sleepwalking with Luna. Some one fight.

Finally the referee Madam Hooch blew the whistle. Harry hovered and looked down. Katie seemed to be entangled with Warrington. She was caught by Warrington's thick arms, and the broomstick under her **** was gone. fly.

"Serious foul!" Madam Hooch yelled angrily.

It took a while for Katie to get the broom back, and Harry took the opportunity to fly to Ron. "How about it?"

"Not bad," Ron said. "I blocked five **** and missed three. I almost found a trick." He grinned happily. "But the opposite is worse, Fred and George blocked Bletch, he didn't even care about the goal."

"Beware that they deal with you the same way." Harry warned him.

Ron looked at the Slytherin team nervously. Montage spoke to Crabbe and Gore with his bare arms. From this perspective, they looked like triplets. Crabbe and Gore blinked stupidly.

"Can I use a magic wand?" Ron asked uneasily. "If their brains rush over, I can't help but chant the spell."

"That way you will be sent off and our goal will be over." Harry said.

The game continues.

Harry decided to end the game as soon as possible, as time stretches, the situation will become more complicated. He flew high into the sky, looking down from a few hundred feet, the wind and snow became bigger and bigger, and the effect of the warm-up spell disappeared little by little. In this case, it was particularly difficult to find a small walnut-sized ball. He drove twice and found nothing. Instead, he saw Mafalda sketch out a crooked stick figure in the audience. It was a snake with horns. Harry looked at it twice and decided that he would have a chance to take it in the future. Laughing at her Li Jordan’s commentary got into his ears from time to time, "The score is chasing very tightly-the two teams seem to be angry with the opponent’s goalkeeper, I don’t know this. Could it be a new tactic, but—be careful of future goalkeepers—Drian Pusey got the ball—"

Harry finally saw it: The Snitch was hanging near the Gryffindor goal.

Crabbe and Gore outflanked Ron. They followed Drian Posey to form a triangle formation. They seemed to want to replicate Gryffindor's tactics in the first half. Ron's face was pale. If he didn't use magic, He suspected that he would be crushed by the two of them. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw Harry swooping over from a height.

A warm current surged in Ron's heart, and Harry came to rescue him! The current rhythm seems to be on the right track. He can think of countless similar situations. He just needs to be at ease and do his own thing. What is it? Ron leaped forward and stopped the Guifei ball. At the same time, he heard the wind whistling in his ears, and Harry hovered upward with the Golden Snitch in his hand.

There were enthusiastic cheers on the court, and the lion hat on Luna's head roared in the cold air, and Warren was startled.

"The game is over."

Felix shook his head. The Slytherin team is really poor this year, and there is even more problematic cooperation. However, it didn't have much to do with him. He took the opportunity to collect the last wave of emotion samples and was ready to go back and study it.

It is very difficult for a person to create emotions that he has never experienced before, and he is even less able to create such strong collective emotions on the Quidditch court.

In the evening, a coin that Felix was holding next to him suddenly became hot.

It was Bundy the house elf. After waiting for nearly a week, did the man in Newmontgard finally make a decision?