Chapter 97： Blood Quidditch (1)

Chapter 97 Blood Quidditch (1)

After entering November, snowflakes began to fall in the gray sky, and the weather became extremely cold.

Waking up from the dream, Albert found that the woods around the castle were covered with snow, and the Black Lake was also frozen with a layer of hard ice.

Everyone said that this year's winter came very early, but Albert himself didn't care much about the changes in the weather. Anyway, before the temperature dropped, he had already wrapped himself tightly in a woolen sweater and scarf, and even went to find Fry Professor Wei has learned how to use the drying spell, so he is ready for the winter.

Even more than the cold weather, there's one event that deserves everyone's attention: The Hogwarts Quidditch season has begun.

Every morning, Albert could see Hagrid holding a broom and clearing the way to the Quidditch pitch for everyone against the wind and snow, so as to prevent the road from being completely covered by snow.

Charlie, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, is also entering a period of excitement at this time, and every time he trains, he will seize the time to explain the tactical coordination to everyone.

George and Fred narrowly escaped unharmed because they were not official players. They also told Albert that Charlie, who entered the situation, was as strict as a demon possessed.

Fortunately, in the last few training sessions, unofficial players do not need to participate.

In the first game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Charlie announced the result of the draw to everyone at the dining table, and the game time was this weekend.

All Gryffindor students hope to defeat Slytherin in one fell swoop and win this Quidditch match. Professor McGonagall also exempted everyone from homework before the game. It is not difficult to see the dean's desire for victory and love for Quidditch.

In fact, there is another important reason why everyone is eager for a victory. Gryffindor's House Cup points are currently at the bottom, and there is an urgent need to gain points through the Quidditch victory to save the embarrassing situation at the bottom.

If the Gryffindor team wins, they can pass Hufflepuff in house points, rise to third place, and approach Ravenclaw in second place.

However, the weirdest thing is that Hufflepuff students also hope that Gryffindor can defeat Slytherin, and Ravenclaw students also support Gryffindor, which shows how much Slytherin is in Hogwarts unwelcome.

The weather was extremely cold on the weekend, with sleet in the sky.

Albert slept in his own bed, but refused to get up. In the end, Fred and George, who were still full of excitement, lifted the sheets together and pulled them out of the warm blanket.

"It's so cold, I don't want to run outside to watch the game in this weather!" Albert wrapped himself in thick clothes as quickly as possible, and hurriedly used the drying spell on himself, making the original The cold clothes immediately became dry and warm, as if they had just been dried in front of a roaring fire.

"Don't be silly, this is a rare opportunity, let's go and cheer for the Gryffindor team!" Fred jumped on the spot twice, trying to warm up his body.

"Stop jumping, I'm dazzled." Albert raised his wand, poked Fred, and cast a drying spell on him.

"Hey, what did you do just now, you're not cold all of a sudden." Fred looked at Albert in surprise.

"Young man, magic is power, and there is no harm in learning more spells." Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Fred was stunned immediately, unable to adapt to Albert's painting style for a while.

"Give it to me too."

Li Qiaodan, who had just dressed and put on a winter cloak, also hurried over and asked Albert to dispel the chill from his body.

"And I."

It's really cold today, and the temperature in the room dropped to eight degrees, which is why there is a fireplace.

If the thermometer on the cabinet is taken outside, it is estimated that it will drop directly below zero.

In other words, Fred and the others saw the thermometer for the first time, and they were taken aback, which was very interesting.

Albert was thinking about the Christmas gifts for the three of them this year, so he gave each of them an indoor thermometer.

Bring a folding umbrella, put the binoculars in your pocket, wrap a thick towel woven by Daisy around your neck, fill a flat, small silver-plated water bottle with hot water, and put it in the pocket of your robe as a heat preservation bag. Albert went to the auditorium hall with his roommates.

As soon as you walk into the restaurant, you can smell the tempting smell of grilled sausages in the air.

People at the dinner table were chatting excitedly about the game, and everyone was looking forward to seeing a good Quidditch game.

However, there is a smell of gunpowder between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The dining tables of the two sides are next door, and quarrels and conflicts are inevitable. The fact that they didn't really fight, shows that everyone is restraining and intends to save the real duel on the Quidditch pitch.

"Charlie, come on." Albert and his little friends also came to Charlie's side, sending blessings to this group of familiar friends.

"By the way, Charlie, have you found a substitute?" Mark asked suddenly.

"Substitute?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Could it be that this game will go on for a long time?"

"There are always exceptions. We have old grudges with the Slytherin team. Even though some players graduated last year, the relationship between the two parties is still very bad. Some conflicts on the court are inevitable." Jack glanced at Slytherin table, explained to Albert, "So, we need some substitute players. Of course, the other side also needs it."

Albert felt that this was a bit wrong. He remembered that substitutions were not allowed during a Quidditch match.

"I found it." Charlie patted Mark on the shoulder, reassuring everyone, "Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey will also go to the game. If she is injured, she will be cured soon."

Albert heard the words, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Why does this sound like the illusion of going to the battlefield?

Could it be that the two teams will fight on the court?

It was eleven o'clock, and all the teachers and students in the school were holding umbrellas and went to the stands of the Quidditch stadium against the weakening sleet.

The audience is not only the teachers and students of Hogwarts, but even some wizards who like Quidditch, braved the bad weather and came to Hogwarts to watch the Quidditch match.

Yes, Hogwarts sells tickets for Quidditch matches.

When Albert came to the Quidditch pitch, he saw some wizards from outside the school, all wearing thick cloaks, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding binoculars in the other, sitting in the seats of their respective graduation colleges Waiting for the ball game to start.

It can only be said that there are not many entertainment activities in the wizarding world, but there are many people who like Quidditch games. It is said that tickets for each game are selling well.

Of course, the range of activities of these aliens is limited to the Quidditch pitch, and the distance from the Quidditch pitch to Hogsmeade is not too far.

Fred and George chose seats not far from the Gryffindor locker room. Albert was a little puzzled. If you want to see the game clearly, the top floor has the best view.

However, the Weasley brothers just replied, "Maybe, we can also come in handy."

Ebert directly interpreted this sentence as that during the game, it may be necessary to change the batter?

However, he thinks this possibility is not high.

Although the weather is a bit rough, watching the game with everyone still feels quite atmospheric, just like watching a movie or watching a game in front of the computer, which is completely different from going to the cinema to watch a movie or watching a game on the court.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, after the Gryffindor team in red Quidditch uniforms entered the field, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause on the field. After the Slytherin team in green Quidditch uniforms entered the arena, they were greeted with boos and applause.

"It seems that our Slytherin team is not popular with everyone!" Ravenclaw's commentator raised the microphone and laughed loudly.

The next moment, he was greeted with boos from the Slytherin audience.

Albert never doubted that if the school hadn't separated the seats of the four colleges, a chaotic brawl might have occurred during the competition.

Ms. Hooch from the flight class will be the referee. She is standing in the middle of the field, holding her broomstick, waiting for the players from both sides to enter the field.

"Listen, I want everyone to play fairly and honestly," Mrs. Hooch exclaimed as the players from both teams gathered around her.

These words expanded through magic, enough for all the audience on the venue to hear.

Actually, Mrs. Hooch’s words were specifically aimed at some people from the two teams.

"I feel like the captains of both sides are trying to pinch each other's hands off." Albert moved his monocular and looked at Charlie who was shaking hands with the other side, feeling a little like laughing.

Try vigorously when shaking hands, there are people who like to play this trick no matter where.

"Charlie specifically asked me how to exert force when shaking hands." A familiar voice sounded beside him, and Hagrid, holding a big umbrella and binoculars, sat down beside them.

Before the game started, Albert could feel that the game was full of gunpowder. I'm afraid the game would not be as simple as he imagined.

Fifteen broomsticks rose into the sky after the whistle sounded.

The game has officially started.

A few minutes later, Albert, dumbfounded, dared to pat his chest to assure that this was definitely the dirtiest ball game he had ever seen, bar none.

The ghost ball was first grabbed by Jack. Under the cover of his teammates, the acrobatic pursuer cleverly used the reverse pass tactic to give Gryffindor a first point.

However, in order to prevent the Gryffindor Chaser from scoring, the Slytherin batsman chose to charge Jack, and the two brooms were directly deflected by several meters.

"Foul! Foul!" A burst of angry voices erupted from the auditorium, engulfing the sleet overhead.

"Slytherin deliberately charged and fouled!" The commentator shouted loudly, "Unfortunately, their plot failed, and Gryffindor took the lead to get ten points. Now, Madam Hooch awarded the ghost ball to Gryffindor."

The game continues...

"Is this normal?" Albert asked Hagrid loudly, ignoring the shouting roommates around him.

"It's not normal." Hagrid turned his head and said to Albert, "However, in recent years, the matches between Gryffindor and Slytherin have been full of gunpowder."

After the commentator called out the score for Gryffindor, Hagrid clapped vigorously.

"Smell of gunpowder?" Albert turned his gaze back to the court. He felt that it was not a smell of gunpowder, but full of explosives, which could explode at any time.

"Gryffindor scored another goal and took the lead by 20 points." The commentator is obviously not qualified, but Albert likes this guy to favor Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor team led by 20 points for a short period of time, which made the Slytherin team very angry, and they began to grab the ball by any means.

When Mario was about to pass the ball, the broom was kicked by someone else, and suddenly it shook violently. He had to hold the broom with both hands to prevent himself from falling. Robbed.

However, as revenge for Slytherin. As Mark was passing by Slytherin Seeker Marcus Flint, he suddenly made a mistake in Mark's feint and punched him directly on the nose, causing the hapless Seeker to throw his head back , started nosebleeds.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were each awarded a free throw by Mrs. Hooch.

The game continued in this chaos, with Mrs. Hooch blowing her whistle almost every few minutes to announce that so and so had fouled again.

This almost drove the referee crazy.

Albert took out the water bottle and took a sip for himself, and began to denounce the Slytherin students with everyone.

No way, Locke of Slytherin hit Irene on the back of the head with a stick, and even argued that her head was a Bludger.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle again, and the ghost ball landed in Jack's hands again. The Chaser cleverly avoided the interception and made a sharp turn towards Locke. The ghost ball stuck to the face of the stunned batter at a rapid speed, bounced back, and was picked up by teammates flying below.

"Ah, sorry, the view is not very good, I saw the wrong person, I'm so sorry." Jack apologized to Locke falsely, and then flew away on a broom without waiting for the other party's reaction.

Although the Slytherin students below yelled a foul, Mrs. Hooch didn't blow the whistle, treating it as a normal pass.

Only, the ball is passed to the Slytherin batsman. It can only be said that the Gryffindor Chaser voluntarily gave up his advantage, which does not seem to be a foul.

As for hitting the opponent's face with a ghost ball, Locke himself had no use for dodging.

Now that the game is up, even Professor McGonagall has no time to stop the commentator's extreme remarks. The dean of Gryffindor is angrily shaking his fist towards the sky.

Because just now, when Charlie was about to catch the Snitch, Montague, the Slytherin Chaser, slammed into him, causing Charlie to almost fall off his broom, and thus lost the chance to catch the Snitch.

Although Gryffindor got another ten points for this, this result could not calm the anger of Gryffindor supporters, and some people began to throw things at the venue to protest.

Gryffindor also gave it back. Montague took the ghost ball into the scoring area in Gryffindor, and was slapped on the face by Wood, making him dizzy and almost falling off the broom.

"Free throw!" Madame Hooch shouted at Wood, maddened with rage. "I don't remember a rule that allowed attacking the Chaser."

"Sorry, I was too excited and accidentally made a mistake." Wood looked apologetic, as if what happened just now was just an accident.

In the audience, Albert felt that this game was very problematic, and it was definitely the rudest ball game he had ever seen.

Could this be the legendary Quidditch?

(end of this chapter)