"I hate this kind of weather!" Albert took off his winter cloak, reached out to take the Quidditch costume handed to him by Charlie and put it on himself.
Fred and George were ready. They held each other's arms and circled around each other, showing off their costumes.
"This outfit suits you very well." Irene said to Albert with a smile, "You use Mark's Sweeping Six Stars, which is the fastest flying broom among us."
"I'll give you my flying broom for now. You have to ride it to catch the Golden Snitch." Mark patted Albert's shoulder with a smile and handed his Sweep Six Stars to Albert.
"Don't worry, I will definitely catch the Golden Snitch." When no one else was paying attention, Albert looked at the task panel and sure enough, a new task appeared.
Belated victory
This Quidditch game has been going on for a long time. Catch the Golden Snitch and win for Gryffindor.
Reward: 500 experience.
"These are goggles." Charlie began to instruct everyone, "When the game resumes, Albert will go up to the sky to look for the Golden Snitch. Ignore other people and be careful not to get attacked. Fred, George, help protect him and let Albert find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game. I don't want the game to go on until the evening."
"You have so much confidence in me?" Albert suddenly felt something called pressure. Carrying the expectations of others, he felt a little heavy.
"Of course, what else can we do except have confidence in you?" Charlie said as a matter of course, "Besides, everyone believes that you can definitely catch the Golden Snitch."
"It sounds like it makes sense." Albert picked up the wand on his cloak, used the Fire and Water Immunity Spell on his goggles, then put on the goggles and followed everyone outside.
Without an umbrella, the cold rain fell on Albert, quickly soaking his clothes.
"It's unbelievable that half of Gryffindor's substitutes are first-year freshmen. Have they given up the game? Or is this actually Gryffindor's secret weapon?" The commentator couldn't help but exclaimed after Gryffindor came on the field.
Not only the commentator, but other viewers who supported Gryffindor were also very puzzled, because senior students would most likely fly better than freshmen. Could it really be some secret weapon
In the eyes of the Slytherin audience, it was obvious that the Gryffindor team could not find any other substitute players and could only find a bunch of newcomers to fill the numbers.
Albert stood on the court, listening to the cheers coming from all around him. He did not feel the nervousness of being the focus of attention for the first time. On the contrary, he felt his blood boiling.
It's a completely different feeling than being in the stands as a spectator.
Albert didn't listen to what Madam Hooch was saying. When the whistle sounded, he immediately flew into the air on his broom.
After rising to mid-air, Albert found that his vision was very blurry. It was even difficult for him to see the position of his teammates, let alone find the Golden Snitch in the rain.
The Slytherin Seeker was following Albert nearby, but he didn't come directly at him and had no intention of fighting.
They looked at each other and nodded slightly, without any other reaction. It seemed that not all the Slytherin team members were violent.
Both sides were patiently waiting for an opportunity, searching for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch while being wary of each other.
Albert looked down, blurry red and green figures flashing through his eyes, while the audience was hidden in a sea of umbrellas.
"Be careful, don't be distracted!" George swung his bat and hit a Bludger that was attacking Albert. He also raised the bat and swung it at the Slytherin Seeker not far away, but in the end he did not attack the other party.
At least, the Slytherin team's seeker this time was barely a normal person, and George had no experience in beating people in competitions.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Albert was almost frozen all over under the rain, but as a hunter, Albert knew that he needed to be patient, even though he had searched in the sky for a long time without seeing any trace of the golden snitch.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed near Slytherin's scoring ring. Albert captured this scene sensitively. He almost instinctively tilted his broom forward, increased speed and began to dive.
Is it the Golden Snitch
Albert couldn't be sure whether what he saw was the Golden Snitch, but he needed to take the gamble. If he won, Gryffindor would win, but if he lost, there would actually be no loss.
Since there is nothing to lose, you naturally have to gamble.
At this moment, Albert lay down on the flying broom, squeezing the speed of the Sweeping Six Stars to the limit. After Albert started to move, the Slytherin Seeker behind him immediately jumped on the broom and chased after him.
At the moment when Albert accelerated, the commentator suddenly shouted: "Gryffindor's young seeker began to speed up. Did he find the golden snitch? Slytherin's seeker is now far behind. Ten minutes into the game, is Gryffindor going to win?"
"Look everyone, the Slytherin Keeper is trying to intercept the Seeker, and two Seekers are also trying to double-team him. The Gryffindor Seeker is in danger, and the Slytherin players are still planning to use despicable means to prevent Gryffindor from winning."
However, Albert's current situation is far more dangerous than the commentator said.
At the moment the two sides crossed each other, Albert's body suddenly leaned to one side and narrowly avoided the fist swung by the Slytherin goalkeeper. His elbow slightly moved up at the right time and hit the chin of the Slytherin goalkeeper who was passing by, and used the momentum to knock out several of the opponent's teeth.
The two men passed each other in a thrilling manner. Albert continued to fly forward. He had already seen the Golden Snitch in front of him. It was circling Slytherin's scoring ring and flying towards the outer wall.
"It's the Golden Snitch, Merlin's beard. The young Seeker dodged the Keeper's attack with ease. He really is Gryffindor's secret weapon."
When Albert was about to catch the Golden Snitch, a baseball bat suddenly flew from the side and hit Albert. Hearing the sound of breaking air from behind, Albert immediately made a tactical move and rolled over like a sloth to avoid the flying baseball bat from behind.
The bat did not hit Albert, but flew towards the audience seats below, and it was unknown whether it hit some unlucky spectator.
"It's getting closer, it's getting closer." Albert stretched out his arm, and the moment he grabbed the Golden Snitch with his palm, he suddenly pulled up the broom, raising it 90 degrees to avoid hitting the audience seats.
“Win!”
Albert stared at the golden snitch in his hand, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he succeeded.
There was a sudden commotion below.
Originally, the Slytherin player who was following behind and trying to intercept Albert failed to brake in time and ended up crashing into the audience seats, and it seemed that someone was hit.
When Albert descended, he saw Snape looking over here with a gloomy face.
He raised the Golden Snitch with a smile on his face and waved it at Snape, no, it should be said that he waved at the audience.
"Caught it! Gryffindor's youngest Seeker easily caught the Golden Snitch in just twelve minutes. Let us congratulate Gryffindor for winning the final game." The commentator shouted.
After saying that, he made another joke: "I never thought that the Slytherin team would eventually lose to a freshman. I really hope that their two players are okay. I think they seem to be in a lot of pain from the collision."
However, no one paid attention to the commentator's ridicule, and everyone was cheering for Gryffindor's victory.
When Albert landed, he felt someone bumping into him. It was the Weasley brothers and the rest of the team. They hugged each other as they descended.
Charlie and a few others also ran out of the locker room and waved over here excitedly.
Before Albert could come to his senses, he was already lifted up into the air by a group of people. To be honest, the feeling of floating in the air was not comfortable, but it was a novel experience for Albert.