Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 97: Blood Quidditch (1)
As November entered, the gray sky began to snow and the weather became unusually cold.
Waking up from the dream, Albert found that the woods around the castle were covered with snow, and the Black Lake was frozen with a layer of hard ice.
Everyone said that this year's winter came very early. Albert himself didn't pay much attention to the changes in the weather. Anyway, before the temperature dropped, he had already wrapped himself tightly in woolen clothes and scarves, and even went to Find Professor Flitwick to learn how to use the drying spell, and you are ready to start the winter.
One thing deserves more attention than the cold weather: Quidditch season at Hogwarts has begun.
Each morning, Albert can see Hagrid with a broom, clearing the road to the Quidditch pitch in the wind and snow to avoid the snow from completely covering the road.
Charlie, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, also entered a period of excitement at this time. Every training session, he would seize the time to explain tactical cooperation to everyone.
George and Fred narrowly escaped because they weren't regular players, and they told Albert that Charlie who entered the situation was as severe as the devil.
Fortunately, in the last few training sessions, unofficial players are not required to participate.
In the first game, Gryffindor vs Slytherin, Charlie announces the results of the draw to the crowd at the dinner table, and the game is this weekend.
All Gryffindor students hope to win this Quidditch match by defeating Slytherin in one fell swoop. Professor McGonagall also exempted everyone from homework before the game. It is not difficult to see the Dean's desire to win and his love for Quidditch.
Actually, there is a more important reason why everyone is eager for a victory. Gryffindor's House Cup points are currently at the bottom, and it is urgent to obtain points through the victory of Quidditch to save the embarrassing situation at the bottom.
If the Gryffindors win, they can pass Hufflepuff in the House and move up to third place and close to second place Ravenclaw.
However, the most bizarre thing is that the Hufflepuff students actually hope that Gryffindor can defeat Slytherin, and the Ravenclaw students also support Gryffindor, which shows that Slytherin is at Hogwart. How unpopular is tz.
The weather was unusually cold over the weekend, with sleet in the sky.
Albert Lai fell asleep in his bed, but wouldn't get up. In the end, the excited Fred and George lifted the sheets together and pulled them out of the warm bed.
"It's so cold, I don't want to go outside to watch the game in this weather!" Albert wrapped himself in thick clothes at the fastest speed, and hurriedly used the drying spell on himself , making the cold clothes immediately 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 cheer for the Gryffindor team together!" Fred jumped in place twice, trying to warm up his body.
"Stop jumping, it's dazzling me." Albert raised his wand, poked Fred in the body, and cast a drying spell on him.
"Hey, what did you just do, it's not cold all of a sudden." Fred looked at Albert in amazement.
"Young man, magic is power, it's always good to learn more spells." Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and said earnestly.
Fred was stunned for a while, not adapting to Albert's style for a while.
"Give me a second too."
Li Jordan, who had just dressed and put on his winter cloak, also hurried over and asked Albert to dispel the chill from his body.
"And me."
It's really cold today, the temperature in the room is down to an octave, and that's because of the fireplace.
If the thermometer on the cabinet is taken outside, it is estimated that it will drop directly below zero.
Speaking of which, Fred and the others were surprised when they saw the thermometer for the first time, which was very interesting.
Albert thought about the Christmas present for the three of them this year, so he gave each of them an indoor thermometer.
Take a folding umbrella, put your glasses in your pockets, wrap a thick towel woven by Daisy's own hands around your neck, and fill a flat, small silver-plated water bottle with hot water and put it in your robe pocket Insulation bag, Albert went to the auditorium hall with his roommates.
As soon as you enter the restaurant, you can smell the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages in the air.
The people at the table were excitedly chatting about the game, and everyone was looking forward to a great Quidditch match.
However, there is a smell of gunpowder between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
The table between the two sides is next door, and a spat is inevitable. The fact that there is no real fight shows that everyone is restrained and intends to leave the real confrontation on the Quidditch pitch.
"Charlie, come on." Albert and his little friends also got close to Charlie and sent blessings to this group of familiar friends.
"By the way, Charlie, have you found a substitute?" Mark asked suddenly.
"Substitute?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Is this game going to be long?"
"There are always exceptions. We have old grudges with the Slytherin team. Even though some players graduated last year, the relationship between the two sides is still very bad, and some conflicts on the field are inevitable." Jack glanced. Slytherin's table, explained to Albert, "So, we need some backup players. Of course, the other side also needs."
Albert felt something was wrong, remembering that substitutions were not allowed during a Quidditch match.
"I've found it." Charlie patted Mark on the shoulder and comforted everyone, "Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey will also go to the game. If she is injured, she will be healed quickly."
Albert heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, how could it sound like he was going to the battlefield?
Would the two teams be fighting each other on the court?
At eleven o'clock, the whole school was carrying umbrellas and heading to the stands of the Quidditch pitch against the weakened sleet.
The audience is not only Hogwarts teachers and students, but also some wizards who like Quidditch, also came to Hogwarts to watch this Quidditch match despite the bad weather.
Yes, Hogwarts sells tickets to Quidditch matches.
When Albert came to the Quidditch pitch, he saw some wizards from outside the school, all wearing thick cloaks, umbrellas in one hand, binoculars in the other, sitting in their graduation College seats await the start of the ball game.
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. Tickets for each game are said to be selling well.
Of course, the activities of these outsiders are limited to the Quidditch pitch, and the distance from the Quidditch pitch to Hogsmeade is not too far.
Albert was a little puzzled when Fred and George chose their seats not far from the Gryffindor locker room. If you want to see the game clearly, the view from the top floor is undoubtedly the best.
However, the Weasley Brothers simply replied, "Maybe, we can come in handy too."
Albert directly interprets this sentence as when the game may need to change the batter?
However, he doesn't think that's likely.
Although the weather is a bit rough, watching the game with everyone still feels quite atmospheric. It's like watching a movie or watching a game in front of the computer, which is completely different from going to the cinema or watching a game on the court. .
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the Gryffindor team wearing red Quidditch uniforms entered the field, and there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause. The Slytherins in green Quidditch uniforms were greeted by boos and applause.
"It seems that our Slytherin team is not popular with everyone!" Ravenclaw's commentator raised the microphone loudly.
The next moment, he was answered by boos from the Slytherin auditorium.
Albert never doubted that if the school hadn't separated the seats of the four colleges, there might have been a chaotic brawl during the game.
Mrs. Hooch from the flying lesson will serve as the referee, standing in the middle of the field with her broom in hand, waiting for both teams to enter the field.
"Listen, I want everyone to play fair and honest," Mrs. Hooch exclaimed as the players from both teams gathered around.
The words were expanded magically enough to be heard by all audience members in the arena.
Actually, Mrs. Hooch's remark was specifically aimed at some people from both teams.
"I feel like the captains on both sides are trying to break each other's hands." Albert moved his spectacles and put his eyes on Charlie, who was shaking hands with the other side, feeling a little wanting to laugh.
Strongly test the handshake, there are people out there who like to do the trick.
"Charlie also specifically asked me how to use force when shaking hands." A familiar voice sounded beside him, and Hagrid, holding a large umbrella and a pair of binoculars, sat down beside them. .
Before the game started, Albert could feel that there was a lot of gunpowder, and I'm afraid the game won't be as easy as he thought.
Fifteen broomsticks rose into the sky after the whistle.
The contest officially begins.
A few minutes later, the dumbfounded Albert dared to pat his chest and assured that this was definitely the dirtiest game he had ever seen, bar none.
The ghost ball was first grabbed by Jack, and the acrobatic pursuer, under the cover of his teammates, cleverly used the reverse pass strategy to give Gryffindor 10 points.
However, in order to prevent the Gryffindor Chaser from scoring, the Slytherin batter chose to ram Jack, and the pair's brooms were directly offset several meters.
"Foul! Foul!" An angry voice erupted from the audience, engulfing the sleet overhead.
"Slytherin deliberately rams and fouls!" the narrator shouted, "Unfortunately, their conspiracy failed, and Gryffindor took the lead to get ten points. Now, the ghost ball has been awarded to Gryffindor by Mrs. Hooch. more."
The contest continues...
"Is this normal?" Albert ignored the yelling roommates beside him and asked Hagrid beside him.
"Not normal." Hagrid turned his head to Albert. "However, in recent years, Gryffindor and Slytherin matches have been full of gunpowder."
Hagrid clapped vigorously after the announcer called out the Gryffindor score.
"The smell of gunpowder?" Albert put his eyes back on the court, he felt that it was not the smell of gunpowder, but full of explosives, which could explode at any time.
"Gryffindor scored another goal and took the lead by twenty points." The commentator was obviously not qualified, but Albert liked the guy to favor Gryffindor.
Gryffindor led by 20 points for a short time, much to the anger of the Slytherins, who began to grab the ball by any means necessary.
When Mario was about to pass the ball, his broom was kicked by someone else's foot and suddenly shook violently. He had to grab the broom with both hands to prevent himself from falling. Chaser took it.
However, as revenge against Slytherin. Mark was passing Slytherin Seeker Marcus Flint when he suddenly made a false fake and punched him in the nose, sending the hapless Seeker's head back , started nosebleeds.
Gryffindor and Slytherin were each awarded a free throw by Lady Hooch.
The game continued in this chaos, with Mrs. Hooch blowing her whistle almost every few minutes to announce who had committed a foul.
This almost drove the referee mad.
Albert took out a water bottle, took a sip to himself, and began to denounce the Slytherin students with everyone.
No way, Slytherin's Locke actually hit Erin on the back of the head with a stick, and quibble that she thought her head was a Bludger.
Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle again, and the ghost ball landed in Jack's hand again. The Chaser skillfully avoided the interception and made a sharp turn towards Locke. The ghost ball hit the face of the stunned batter at a rapid speed ~IndoMTL.com~, bounced back, and was picked up by a teammate who flew from below.
"Ah, I'm sorry, the vision is not very good, I saw the wrong person, I'm sorry." Jack apologized to Locke falsely, and then flew away on a broom without waiting for the other party to respond.
Despite the Slytherin student below shouting a foul, Mrs. Hooch did not blow the whistle, treating it as a normal pass.
Only, the pass is to the Slytherin batsman. It can only be said that the Gryffindor Chaser voluntarily gave up his own advantage, which does not seem to be a foul.
As for hitting the opponent's face with a ghost ball, it's useless for Locke to dodge.
Up to now, even Professor McGonagall didn't have time to stop the commentator's extreme words. The Gryffindor Headmaster was righteously waving his fist towards the sky.
Because just now, when Charlie was about to catch the Snitch, Slytherin's Chaser Monta slammed into him, causing Charlie to almost fall off his broom and lose his chance to catch the Snitch. .
Although Gryffindor received 10 points for this, the result did not quell the anger of Gryffindor supporters, who began to protest by throwing objects at the venue.
Gryffindor also gave back the color, took the ghost ball into the scoring area in Gryffindor at Monttay, was slapped in the face by Wood, dizzy and almost fell off the broom .
"Free throws!" Madame Hooch yelled at Wood, furious. "I don't remember a rule that allows attacking Chasers."
"Sorry, I was too excited to make a mistake." Wood looked apologetic, as if what just happened was just an accident.
In the audience, Albert felt there was something wrong with this game, definitely the rudest game he'd ever seen.
Is this the legendary hot-blooded Quidditch?