As November approaches, the weather in the Scottish Highlands becomes very cold.
The mountains around Hogwarts were covered by heavy gray clouds, the mountaintops were covered with thick white snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as a whole steel plate. Every morning, the ground was covered with frost.
In such a season, Quidditch season begins.
On the Quidditch field, the gamekeeper Hagrid, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, was working tirelessly to defrost his broomstick; on the lawn outside the field, the captain of the Quidditch team gathered his players together and whispered about their respective tactics.
However, two Gryffindor Beaters were not doing their job properly. Instead of listening to their captain's speech on the lawn and doing pre-match warm-up exercises, they slipped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
At this moment, a pair of red-haired twins were standing in front of Dracula's desk, staring at their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was leaning back in his chair.
"Professor, today is our first Quidditch match of the year, you must go and watch it!" the twins said loudly.
Dracula looked up at the sunny weather outside the window, curled his lips secretly, and said casually:
"I'm not interested in Quidditch, go play it on your own, come on."
"Professor!" Fred slammed the table anxiously. "Today's game involves your forty Galleons, and your most admired student Harry will also appear in this game. Are you really not tempted?"
Dracula looked at Fred's slapping of the table and the red wine on the desk that was shaken to the edge of the table and almost fell off, and raised his hand slightly.
Then, Fred floated uncontrollably, all the way to the top of the office, and hung on a chandelier.
"You intend to damage the professor's office property. This is the punishment you deserve." Dracula picked up the goblet that moved to the edge of the desk, took a sip of the bright red wine, and said casually.
George glanced at his good brother hanging on the chandelier, secretly withdrew his hands from the table, and took a step back.
"Professor, are you really so cruel?" George changed his approach and started to show off his acting skills to Dracula.
He half-knelt in front of Dracula, crying bitterly, speaking pitiful words with tears and snot.
"Poor Harry has lived with his mean aunt since he was little and has never seen his parents. It was not until he came to the wizarding world that he finally had an adored professor to sustenance his emotions! A Quidditch match without you watching is incomplete for Harry!"
Dracula's mouth twitched slightly, looking at George who was trying hard to be pitiful, he felt that it would be too cold and heartless if he didn't go after that...
"Okay, stop crying. I can see that your acting is pretty hard." He interrupted George's fake crying and said, "I'll go to the game."
Hearing Dracula's affirmative answer, George immediately put away his sad face and showed a surprised expression. Fred hanging on the chandelier also gave him a thumbs up.
However, it was not Dracula's style to admit defeat like that. He then added:
"But George Weiss came and soiled the professor's office floor and needs to be punished just as well."
As he spoke, Dracula hung George on the chandelier, side by side with Fred. The two red-haired boys, wearing the red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms, hung side by side on the ceiling, like two identical puppets.
Then Dracula no longer paid attention to the two clowns, opened a pure black parasol, walked out of his office, and stood under the long-lost bright sunshine.
The two Weisslais waited until the professor left the office, breathed a sigh of relief, and then winked at each other.
"Wow, that was so thrilling!" George exclaimed, "If it weren't for my wit, we would be done for this time! Why did we come to provoke Professor Dracula?"
"Don't be silly, George!" Fred retorted loudly. "Have you forgotten that we spent all our Galleons on a bet with the Slytherin dog owner? If Harry doesn't catch the Snitch, we'll lose everything."
At this point, the two were about to play around as usual, when they suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Wait, we seem to be in trouble!" George suddenly interrupted Fred.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked belatedly.
"Wake up, Fred! We are still hanging on the chandelier!!"
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In today's Quidditch match, the Gryffindor team members were full of confidence.
Because they have a secret weapon—Harry Potter!
After several weeks of training, Harry is about to participate in his first match in his life. The match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin. If Gryffindor wins, they will be ranked second in the House Cup Championship.
As Gryffindor's secret weapon, Wood decided to keep Harry's participation in the competition strictly confidential. Therefore, almost no one has ever seen Harry play Quidditch.
But the news that Harry was to be the Seeker had leaked out.
Because of this, some savior admirers came to him and told him that he would fight well, and some old enemies of Slytherin told him that they would hold up the mattress and run after him to prevent him from falling...
Harry didn't know which was worse, and didn't know that the Weisley twins had a part to play in getting the news out -
In order to get the Slytherin dog owners to make a bet with them, the twins secretly revealed the name of the savior Harry Potter, and announced that Harry would catch the Golden Snitch in his first game and end the whole game!
The Slytherin students were delighted to hear this, and they didn't think that a first-year student who had only been trained for two months was a secret weapon at all. They all bet that Harry would fall off his broomstick.
As for the culprit, the Wesley twins didn't rush to the stadium until just before the game.
The two hung on the chandelier in Dracula's office for a long time, until they remembered the Quidditch game and finally realized that they could use the Summoning Charm to call the broomstick placed at the door of the office over, and then fly down from the chandelier on the broomstick.
Fred and George undoubtedly received some severe criticism from Wood.
Finally, amid the laughter of the Wesley brothers, Wood's serious warnings and passionate encouragement, and the cheers of the audience in the stadium, Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and then walked towards the cheering stadium.
The Quidditch game is finally about to begin!
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