Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 100: Start the game

Compared with the heat in the Gryffindor lounge, Slytherin looked much calmer here. Eight? One? Chinese ㈠?? ㈧? ㈧㈧?

In the lounge, the corner fireplace faintly reveals a dark red color, maintaining a comfortable temperature in the room.

"Wave steady, everyone." Malfoy sat casually at a long wooden table, glanced at the players, and said.

He didn't have much expectations for the first game. If nothing else, those dementors would definitely take action, so Slytherin's team would almost certainly win. The premise is as long as the battle is not resolved within a few minutes by the savior.

Furthermore, Pansy has barely learned the Patronus Curse, so he doesn't have to worry.

There is no need to mobilize the blood before the war. Slytherin students are naturally resistant to this kind of agitation. The thirst for glory in their hearts is already the best catalyst. And they prefer practical things to illusory things.

"I win, I will treat you." Malfoy added one last sentence, then raised his teacup and said,

"Fuck those Gryffindor guns!" A big guy stood up and shouted loudly. The other players immediately picked up their tea cups and stood up, drinking them all. They had seen Malfoy's generous shots, which made their thirst for victory in Saturday's game even stronger.

The day of the game soon arrived.

The sky is dark and scary, the thunder rumbling in the air, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls and the sound of trees breaking in the forbidden forest in the distance are endless. The students in the common room on both sides are discussing that it should be adopted today. Tactics and means.

After a while, it's time to enter.

The Gryffindor students all put on their scarlet robes, and the wind was blowing so hard that they staggered when they walked to the court. In the rumble of thunder, they couldn’t hear the cheers of the audience at all. They tried their best to make themselves look energetic, but what they showed was embarrassing, because the rain blurred their eyes and they were muddy. Up their trousers.

"This is really bad weather." Another girl in the Gryffindor team complained. In this weather, she had to hold her head up, put it in a bun and put it in her hood. Will interfere with her swing.

"The Slytherin players will be more difficult to adapt than us." Wood said, comforting the impetuous emotions of his players.

But when they were officially on the court, they were surprised to find that the Slytherin players looked much more comfortable than they thought.

The captains of both sides walked up to shake hands with each other. Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, gave Wood a provocative smile: "Poor Gryffindor even has a decent waterproof game gown. Can’t you even afford it? If you don’t mind, maybe our team can sponsor you a few more for next year’s game. Right?” Flint said while looking back at his teammates, as if he was really thinking about this time. The same thing.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Marcus suddenly stretched his voice, apologizing pretendingly, "I forgot, you should have graduated next year, it seems that you don't have this chance." As he said, the players behind also laughed, and then Marcus poked Wood's chest with his finger, and said again: "I heard that you haven't won a trophy for seven years? Then I Tell you, this year will be the eighth year."

A sharp and continuous whistle sounded suddenly. It was made by Mrs. Hooch. She was unsmiling and stared at the two with her eyes tightly. This symbolized a warning that the Slytherin team was too provocative. She didn't want to watch a good match turn into a fight.

"I hope your lips are as good as they are on the court." Wood ignored Madam Hooch's eyes and sneered at each other. His anger has been accumulated a lot in the past few days, and he needs to vent his emotions. It is a good target for management.

A slightly short whistle sounded again, which symbolized preparation. All the players held their broomsticks. It seems that Mrs. Hooch also sees that the smell of gunpowder on both sides is so strong that it can no longer be resolved by mediation. It would be better to let them compete in the game.

"Go to the broomstick." Everyone saw Madam Hooch's mouth. At this time, the wind almost covered the entire stadium, and Madam Hooch's voice was difficult to reach here.

"Qu..........." The whistle symbolizing the opening finally sounded.

The afterimages began to appear over the Quidditch stadium. Of course, this was not because they were too fast, but because the rain was getting heavy and disturbing people’s sight. Even the explanation was vague. For some situations, he has mentioned it at once, because he himself can't see clearly.

The bad weather made the players lose sight of their teammates. Two Slytherin players almost collided in mid-air, but in the end one player changed direction in time to prevent the accident.

The players in Gryffindor are not much better. They swayed one by one, as if they would be blown off the broomstick by the wind at any time, plus the wandering ball that appeared from time to time, soaked by the cold rain. Everyone's jerseys, they are miserable, but they have gritted their teeth.

By the way, Harry was still wearing a pair of glasses. In heavy rain, this cumbersome drag was magnified. The raindrops of rain fell from the side of his mirror frame and interfered with his actions. Lettering’s Seeker, Pansy, was also constantly interfering with him. She clung to the tail of the broom and followed him, even if there was a gold in his eyes in the mist, when he acted, the girl Will also gritted his teeth desperately to catch up with him, so that he has no time to get distracted.

In this case, ~IndoMTL.com~ is extremely difficult even with the most conventional scoring methods, let alone the competition of the Golden Snitch.

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the entire court for a moment, and then returned to the gloom. After that, the players on both sides returned to the ground, and one of the players should have proposed a timeout.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled to the players, "Come on, get down there—"

They huddled under a big umbrella on the edge of the court. Harry took off his glasses and wiped them quickly on his robe.

"What is the score?"

"Zero to zero." Wood gasped heavily, his physical exertion was too great, and he just happened to regain a little energy now. "The big guys don't seem to think about getting points! They've been harassing us, and in this horrible weather now, Merlin is up, do we have to fight until night?" Wood's tone was a little frustrated, and then he turned his eyes to Harry: "You are our only hope, as long as you catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, we will win!"

"I can't help it with my glasses." Harry said sadly, waving his glasses. (To be continued.)