Compared with the hustle and bustle in the Gryffindor lounge, Slytherin seemed much calmer here.
In the lounge, the fireplace in the corner revealed a faint dark red color, maintaining a comfortable temperature for the room.
"Play steadily, everyone." Malfoy sat casually in front of a long wooden table, glanced at the players, and said.
He didn't have much expectations for the first match. If there were no accidents, the group of dementors would definitely make a move, so the Slytherin team would almost surely win. The premise is as long as the battle is not resolved within a few minutes by the savior.
And Pan Xi barely learned the Patronus Charm, so he didn't have to worry about it.
There is no need to mobilize before the battle. Slytherin students are naturally resistant to this kind of agitation. The desire for glory in their hearts is already the best catalyst. And they prefer the practical to the unreal.
"If you win, I will treat you." Malfoy added one last sentence, then raised his teacup to signal,
"Fuck those Gryffindor sissies!" a big man stood up and shouted, and the other players immediately picked up their teacups and stood up, drinking it down. They had seen Malfoy's extravagant shots before, which made their desire for victory in Saturday's game even stronger. [△www.]
Soon it was game day.
The sky was dark and frightening, the sound of rumbling thunder in the air, the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle wall, and the sound of trees snapping in the distance in the Forbidden Forest could be heard endlessly. The students in the common room on both sides were discussing the tactics and tactics that should be adopted today. means.
After a while, it's time to enter.
The Gryffindors were all in their scarlet robes, and the wind was blowing so badly that they stumbled out onto the pitch. Amidst the rumbling thunder, they couldn't hear the cheers of the audience at all. They tried their best to look vigorous, but what they showed was in a state of distress, because the rain blurred their eyes, and the mud covered their faces. their trousers.
"This is really bad weather." Another girl in the Gryffindor team complained. In this weather, she had to coil her hair and put it in a bun in the hood, otherwise the rain would disturb her at any time. her play.
"The Slytherin players will have a harder time adapting than us," Wood said, comforting the impetuous emotions of his players.
But when they officially entered the field, they were surprised to find that the Slytherin players looked much more comfortable than they had imagined.
The captains of the two sides came forward to shake hands with each other, and Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, gave Wood a provocative smile: "Poor Gryffindor can't even buy a decent waterproof competition robe." Are you up? 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 it.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Marcus suddenly elongated his voice, pretending to apologize, "I forgot, you should have graduated next year, it seems that there is no such opportunity." While talking, 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 the trophy for seven years? Then let me tell you, This year will be the eighth year."
A sharp and continuous whistle sounded suddenly. It was Mrs. Hooch who blew it. She was serious and fixed her eyes on the two of them. This symbolized a warning. The Slytherin team was too provocative. She didn't want to Watch a good match turn into a brawl.
"I hope your words can be as strong as you are on the field." Wood ignored Mrs. Hooch's eyes, and retorted. His anger has also been accumulated a lot these days, and he needs to vent. is a good object.
A slightly short whistle sounded again, which symbolized preparations. All the players had held their brooms. It seemed that Mrs. Huo Qi also saw that the two sides were full of gunpowder, which could not be resolved by mediation. It's better for them to compete in the game.
"Get on the broomstick." Everyone saw Mrs. Huo Qi's mouth shape. At this time, the sound of the wind almost covered the entire stadium, and it was difficult for Mrs. Huo Qi's voice to reach this side.
"Qu... ... ....." The whistle symbolizing the opening finally sounded.
Afterimages began to appear over the Quidditch pitch. Of course, this was not because they were too fast, but because the rain became heavier and interfered with people's sight. Even the commentary was vague. The situation was briefly mentioned, because he himself could not see clearly.
The bad weather even made it difficult for the players to see their teammates clearly. Two Slytherin players almost collided in mid-air, but in the end one player changed direction in time to prevent the accident from happening.
The Gryffindor players were not much better. They were staggering one by one, as if they would be blown off their brooms by the wind at any time. Coupled with the occasional Bludgers, the icy rain soaked everyone's eyes. For the jersey, they were all miserable, but they all gritted their teeth.
By the way, Harry still wears a pair of glasses. In heavy rain, this cumbersome dragging effect is magnified. Lines of rainwater slide down from his frame, interfering with his actions, and Slytherin's That Seeker—Pansy, was also constantly disturbing him, she followed him closely to the broom, even if a golden streak flashed across his eyes, when he made a move, the girl would fight Gritting his teeth desperately to catch up with him, he has no time to distract himself.
In this case, it is extremely difficult to even use the most conventional scoring methods, let alone the competition for the Golden Snitch.
A bolt of lightning flashed down from the sky, illuminating the entire stadium for a moment, and then it returned to darkness. After that, the players on both sides returned to the ground. It should be that a player from one side proposed a timeout.
"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled at the players. "Come on, get down there—"
They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the field. Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robes.
"What's the score?"
"Zero to zero." Wood panted heavily, his physical exertion was too great, and he just took advantage of the time to recover a little physical strength. "Those big guys don't seem to think about getting points! They've been harassing us, and with the current weather, Merlin, do we have to fight until night?" Wood's tone was a little frustrated, and then he cast his eyes on Harry: "You are our only hope, as long as you catch the Snitch as soon as possible, we win!"
"I can't help it with my glasses," said Harry ruefully, waving his glasses. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit m.reading for a better reading experience.