Chapter 120

On Saturday morning, the castle of Hogwarts was sprinkled with morning light, like a soft hand, which opened the mysterious and hazy veil of Hogwarts.

With the early sun and the breeze, the surface of the Black Lake is rippling.

The beautiful song came from the bottom of the Black Lake. It was the mermaid's song. It was like a breeze, which reverberated in the sky of the castle.

Today is the day of the Quidditch competition at Hogwarts, with Slytherin and Gryffindor on both sides.

For such a confrontation, we are still looking forward to it. After all, the two academies are already old rivals, and a recent scuffle broke out, which can be called the most popular scuffle in Hogwarts' 100 years.

Under such a premise, such a Quidditch will be very wonderful. Gryffindor's technical school will fight against Slytherin's savage collision.

Of course, it doesn't mean to slander Slytherin. After all, the conditions are there. The best choice is simple and practical, isn't it.

Harry woke up early on the day.

He lay in bed thinking for a moment about the upcoming Quidditch match. He was a little nervous, mainly because he didn't know what wood would say if Gryffindor lost.

And there's another team on the fastest broom gold can buy.

He had never been so eager to defeat Slytherin. In particular, Slytherin's hunter was replaced by Malfoy, which made Harry even more

Nervous? excitement? Fidgety?

It seems that there are some of these situations.

"Brother, take it easy!" Van Lim opened his eyes, he got up early to do the morning class, but relying on Harry's state, van Lin could not completely focus on the exercise tools Professor Snape gave him.

When it comes to Professor Snape, we have to mention the magic board that Snape gave to van Lin.

In fact, two weeks ago, van Lim had fully activated the above magic lines, and his mental strength was completely stabilized. At least it won't hurt innocent people because of magic out of control.

And that piece of magic plate, van Lin did not find any use. Professor Snape told him that the inner magic plate was useful after the battle.

When Vaseline's magic power was exhausted, he felt very satisfied with the magic from the magic stripe board, which was more than twice as fast as usual, which made van Lin feel very useful.

To this end, van Lin went to find Hagrid and made a metal wristband for this magic plate, so that the magic plate can always play its role.

Of course, whatever it is, it's not as important as Harry's game at the moment.

"Believe in yourself, Harry." Vaseline put the crystal ball in his pocket and lay on the bed looking at Harry. "You'll catch the snitch and win the game for Gryffindor, won't you? Malfoy's technology is not comparable to yours

"Of course Harry said firmly, but soon, thinking of those world class brooms, Harry was a little upset.

"Don't worry about that, Harry!" Van Lin seemed to see Harry's idea and put his body in a big word on the bed, and looked at the ceiling with his eyes. "I think wood will have a corresponding strategy. Even if the opposite side is faster than you, but after you catch the snitch, the final victory must be ours."

Two people so have not a word said, each lying in their own bed, no one to think about those disturbing things.

After a while, the other little wizards got up. Ron was the last one. He always liked to play a game machine that van Lin gave Harry before he went to bed.

If found out by Mrs. Weasley, Fanling felt that a lesson could never be avoided.

After a simple wash, the three of them went downstairs chatting and laughing. Hermione was waiting downstairs strangely today. Maybe he was more worried about Harry's state.

Breakfast is of course an essential part of the process, you know, Quidditch is a tiring job, Harry to ensure that he has enough physical strength to support the end of the game.

Entering the hall, Harry began to be nervous again. Of course, Harry was not the only one in this state.

On Gryffindor's long table, where Harry found that the other Gryffindor players did not eat with them, but gathered around the long, empty table, everyone seemed nervous and said little.

In comparison, Slytherin's team was so relaxed that they even laughed in the direction of Gryffindor, looking as if they were sure to win.

Towards 11 o'clock, everyone started to leave for the Quidditch arena.

At this time, the weather changed from cool in the morning to sultry, with thunder from time to time, which made all the players feel very depressed.

When Harry enters the dressing room, Hermione, van leen and Roth rush to wish him good luck. The care of his friends is very helpful at the moment, but maybe it is also a burden. In short, Harry's original heart is hanging over again.The players changed into their golden and red Gryffindor uniforms and sat down to listen to wood's usual pep talk.

"Slytherin has a better broom than us." He came up with a heavy speech.

"Hey, wood, that's not good news..." Fred interrupted, "they're faster than us..."

Well, this may be George, but it's hard to tell the two brothers, even Mrs. Weasley.

"Shut up, Fred, George!" Wood looked at them angrily, took a deep breath and continued to speak.

"No doubt about it. But we have better players. We train harder than they do, we fly in all kinds of weather - "

" that's right! " The Weasleys agreed.

George muttered, "I haven't really worked on me since August."

"- we will make them regret the moment they smile. Malfoy, just bought him into Slytherin

The two brothers seem to be very motivated, of course, both of them have been like this all the time. And wood turned to Harry with all his heart.

"It's up to you, Harry, to show them that the hunter must have something else, not just a rich father. Get the snitch before Malfoy, Harry, because we're going to win today, and we're ready to win

"Don't be too stressed, Harry." Said Fred, winking at him.

When the door of the players' lounge opened, there was a thunderous sound, mainly blowing. Because the people of Ravenclaw and huffpav were anxious to see Slytherin defeated. But Slytherin's people also made some sobbing and drinking noises in the crowd.

"Come on, boys." Wood didn't forget to roar, and all of them clenched their brooms.

Mrs. Molly, Quidditch's teacher, asked fitling and wood to shake hands.

They give each other a threatening look and clench their hands deliberately.

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