As eleven o'clock approached, teachers and students from all over the school began to head to the Quidditch field.
After arriving at the Quidditch field, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and the others and went directly to the commentator's desk. He would later serve as the commentator for the Quidditch match under the supervision of Professor McGonagall.
"Let's find an empty seat too." Shanna turned her head and said to Albert.
The two walked towards the area where Gryffindor students gathered, ready to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw someone trying to hang up a bed sheet with "Potter Must Win" written on it in the top row.
"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 and observed the flashing colors on the banner. She smiled and said to Albert, "Gryffindor may have another genius."
Shanna didn't see any other senior students, which meant that the banner was probably the work of first-year students. Except for Albert, no one in their class could have achieved such a level in a few months.
"It's just enough." Albert smiled and took out the wand from the pocket of his robe, pointing it at the lion on the banner and chanting a spell. The lion suddenly roared.
"This is much better, isn't it?" Albert winked at Sana as if he had succeeded in playing a prank.
"You scared them."
Shanna looked at the people who were frightened by the lion's roar and couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's going on? How on earth did you do that?" Ron looked up at the banner that occasionally emitted a lion's roar, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.
Not only him, but several of Harry's roommates also looked at Hermione in surprise.
"It wasn't me." Hermione didn't understand what was going on.
Amid the roar of the lion, Quidditch players from both sides came on the field one after another. Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle hard, announcing the official start of the game.
After an unknown amount of time, Angelina scored the first goal amid the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roars of the Slytherins.
Since Gryffindor scored first, the game started to become less friendly.
Everyone is used to this kind of competition atmosphere, and there are always a few not-so-friendly Quidditch matches every year.
The Gryffindor class was at a disadvantage this year, as their suitors were all girls, and they were powerless when it came to scheming against them in private. It was clearly not enough to rely on Fred and George alone.
The Slytherin team quickly made up for the disadvantage and began to gain a score lead.
Albert was not surprised at all. Sometimes it happens when you are not black enough. If you are not strong enough to suppress your opponent directly, you can only use black to fight black.
Gryffindor was unable to do the former and did not choose the latter, so when it encountered the Slytherin team's dirty tricks, it could only be beaten by the opponent.
Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out a communication bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the words on it, and stood up and walked to the side. The Gryffindor students, who were angry at the Slytherin team's despicable tactics, did not notice Albert's departure at all.
Albert found Isobel in a remote corner where there were almost no people. She was watching the game through binoculars.
He walked over and sat down next to the girl, then asked with a smile, "Do you think Gryffindor will win?"
"I heard from others that you thought Harry Potter would catch the Golden Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor." Isobel put down the binoculars, looked at Albert beside her, and said gently, "They believed you."
"People always need some confidence. You know, sometimes confidence is very important. It allows people to fully exert their abilities, and I happen to be able to give them confidence." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand, gently stroking her 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, so why not do it?" Albert smiled and raised the binoculars hanging around his neck to observe and look for Harry Potter.
The savior was high in the sky, moving around looking for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.
In fact, the purpose of flying high was to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin team. Ever since Wood was reminded by Albert last time, he has been very careful to protect Harry's safety. In his words: We don't want you to be attacked early.
It turned out to be a wise decision.
After all, it was Harry's first time playing Quidditch, and he had no idea of the dirty tricks the Slytherin team would use to win.
"You always find a lot of excuses for yourself." Isobel held Albert's hand with her backhand and said gently, "But you are right. Some methods can effectively improve everyone's confidence. However, I heard that you bet a large sum of Galleons that Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for the Gryffindor team?"
"It's not a large amount of Galleons." Albert corrected, "It's only ten Galleons."
"Gambling is not a good habit." Isobel reminded kindly.
"I rarely do things that I'm not sure of, 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 some things you can't gamble on, even if the probability of losing is very small."
"Okay, I promise. You know I value my life more than anyone else." Albert knew what Isobel was talking about.
A real gambler is not one who makes these so-called small bets, but one who dares to gamble on other things. Sometimes he loses everything if he loses once.
As the two were talking, some changes occurred in the sky above the Quidditch field. Harry, who had just dodged a Bludger, was speeding up and diving, chasing after a golden streak of light.
That's right, Harry Potter discovered the Golden Snitch.
Just as Harry dived, the entire Quidditch field suddenly became quiet. Everyone noticed the Golden Snitch and stood up to watch the upcoming fight for the Golden Snitch.
Slytherin's Seeker Terence Higgins had apparently seen it as well, and he was even closer than Harry, but he was not at an advantage on his broomstick, as Harry, with the advantage of his Nimbus 2000 broomstick, had already caught up with him, and the two of them were running 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. They all hovered in the air, watching the fight for the Golden Snitch.
As long as the Seeker catches the Snitch, the game is over.
Harry's Nimbus 2000 was faster than Higgins's Crossfire. Just as Harry was about to speed up again and reach out to catch the Golden Snitch and win the victory for Gryffindor, an accident happened.
With a "bang", Harry felt someone hit him hard, and the broom moved sideways.
It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, who had deliberately bumped into Harry to prevent him from catching the Golden Snitch.
"foul!"
Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle to pause the game. She flew over angrily and scolded Flint.
The latter showed a smile of success on his face, because due to the suspension of the game, 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 and almost ate him alive.
However, many students who had recovered from their anger suddenly realized what had just happened and began to throw debris onto the field. Some even drew their wands and cast evil curses at Flint to express their protest and dissatisfaction.
"They seem... a little excited." Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Because they all bet that Harry could catch the Golden Snitch and win the game, and Flint's actions undoubtedly caused the Galleons that were about to be in their hands to slip away from them." Albert said maliciously, "Nothing would make people more angry than seeing the Galleons that were about to be in their hands slip away from their fingers."
"You're not angry?" Isobel looked Albert up and down and asked, "I remember you also bet."
"If nothing unexpected happens, Harry should be able to catch the Golden Snitch. His Nimbus 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins's Crossfire. Moreover, Harry's skills are not bad. As a savior, his luck is naturally good, so I don't think he will lose."
"What kind of nonsense is this!" Isobel couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.