Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 401: A pile of crooked ideas
As eleven o'clock draws near, the whole school begins to head to the Quidditch pitch.
After arriving at the Quidditch pitch, Lee Jordan and Albert separated and went directly to the commentator's stand. He would be the commentator of the Quidditch match under the supervision of Professor McGonagall. .
"Let's find a vacancy too." Shanna turned her head to Albert.
The two walked towards the area where Gryffindor students gathered, preparing to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw someone in the highest row, someone was trying to put a book that said "Potter" Winning" sheets are hung up.
"It seems that our savior also has his own supporters." Albert said with a smile.
"It should be Potter's roommate, the big lion is well drawn." Shanna raised her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and said to Albert with a smile: "Gryffindor House There may be another genius."
Sanna did not see the other seniors, which means the banner may have been the work of a first-year student. Except for Albert, no one in their class could do it in a few months.
"It's barely enough." With a smile, Albert drew his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted a spell, and the lion suddenly roared.
"It's much better, isn't it." Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in a prank.
"You scared them."
Sanna looked at the few people who were startled by the lion's roar, and couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling.
"What's the matter, how did you do it." Ron looked up at the banner that let out a lion's roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.
Not only him, but several of Harry's roommates also looked at Hermione in surprise.
"I didn't do it." Hermione couldn't figure out what was going on.
Amid the roar of the lions, as Quidditch players from both sides entered the field, Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously to announce the official start of the game.
I don't know how long, Angelina scored a goal to the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roar of the Slytherins.
As Gryffindor scored first, the game started to feel less friendly.
Everyone is used to the atmosphere of the game, and there are always a few not-so-friendly games in Quidditch every year.
This year, Gryffindor suffered a lot. Their pursuers were all girls, and they were relatively powerless when they attacked each other in private. It was obviously not enough to rely on Fred and George.
The Slytherin team quickly recovered and started to take the lead in points.
Albert is not at all surprised that sometimes you're not black enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress the opponent, you can only take the method of using black to control black.
Gryffindor can't do the former, and doesn't choose the latter, so when they encounter the black hand of the Slytherin team, they can only be hung up and beaten by the opponent.
Amid the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the newsletter bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, and got up and walked to the side, precisely because of the despicable methods of the Slytherin team. The angry Gryffindor students didn't notice Albert's departure at all.
Albert found Isobel watching the game with binoculars in a remote corner with few people.
He walked over, sat down next to the girl, and asked with a smile, "Do you think Gryffindor will win?"
"I heard from others that you thought Harry Potter would catch the Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor." Isobel put down the binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said gently , "They believed you."
"People always need a little bit of confidence, you know, sometimes confidence is very important, it allows people to use their abilities to the fullest, and I just happen to give them confidence." Albert reached out and grabbed Eze. Bell's hand, gently stroked the white palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"
Isobel couldn't help but roll her eyes at Albert.
"It's a simple and effective way to boost morale, why not do it?" Albert smiled and raised the binoculars around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.
The savior is high up in the air, moving around looking for the snitch.
Actually, flying to high altitude is to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin team. Since Wood was last reminded by Albert, he has been very careful to protect Harry's safety. In his words: We don't want to Let you be attacked early.
It turned out to be a wise decision.
After all, Harry was playing Quidditch for the first time and had no idea the dirty tricks the Slytherins would use to win.
"You can always find a bunch of excuses for yourself." Isobel held Albert's hand with a backhand and said gently, "However, you're right, some methods can really improve everyone's confidence. I heard you made a huge Galleon bet that Harry would catch the Snitch and win for Gryffindor?"
"Not a lot of Galleons." Albert corrected, "Only ten Galleons."
"Gambling is not a good habit," Isobel reminded kindly.
"I rarely do anything I'm not sure about, so I rarely lose." Albert shrugged.
"But I still don't want you to gamble on certain things." Isobel looked into Albert's eyes and said seriously: "There are certain things that you can't gamble on, even if the probability of losing is small."
"Okay, I promise. You know, I cherish my life more than anyone else." Albert knew what Isobel was talking about.
Real gamblers don't refer to these so-called petty bets, but to gamble on other things, sometimes losing once and losing everything.
As the two of them spoke, another change took place over the Quidditch pitch. Harry, who had just dodged a Bludger, was accelerating his dive, chasing a golden streamer away.
Yes, Harry Potter found the Snitch.
As Harry swooped, the entire Quidditch pitch suddenly fell silent. Everyone noticed the Snitch and stood up, watching the upcoming Snitch fight.
Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins apparently saw it too, he was even closer than Harry, however, was not dominant on the broom, Harry used his Nimbus 2000 broom The advantage had already caught up, and the two rushed towards the Snitch side by side.
At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing. The players seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, and all hovered in the air, watching the competition for the Snitch.
As soon as the Seeker catches the Snitch, the game is over.
Harry's Nimbus 2000 was faster than Higgins's Sweep Seven, when Harry sped up again, reaching out to catch the Snitch and win for the Gryffindor team~IndoMTL.com ~Accident happened.
With a "bang", Harry felt himself being hit hard, and the broom was moved sideways.
It's Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint, who purposely rams Harry to prevent him from catching the Snitch.
"Foul!"
Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle to suspend the game, and she flew over in anger, drenching Flint's head.
The latter's face showed a successful smile, because the game was suspended, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from everyone's sight, and Gryffindor missed the opportunity to win the game.
The Gryffindor team glared at Flint angrily, nearly devouring him.
However, many students who had recovered from their anger suddenly realized what had just happened and started throwing debris at the venue. Some people drew out their wands and cast a curse on Flint in protest and dissatisfaction. .
"They seem...a little excited." Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Because they all bet that Harry could catch the Snitch and win the game, and Flint's actions undoubtedly let the Galleon they were about to get slipped away." Albert said maliciously. " There's nothing more irritating than Galleon slipping through your fingers when you're just about to arrive."
"You're not angry?" Isobel looked at Albert up and down, and asked, "I remember that you also made a bet."
"If nothing else happens, Harry should be able to catch the Snitch. His Nimbus 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins's sweeping Seven Stars, and Harry's skills are not bad. As a savior, luck is natural. Not bad either, so I don't think he'll lose."
"What kind of nonsense are you doing!" Isobel couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.