Vol 2 Chapter 118: Quidditch start

　　 The morning light of Saturday sprinkled on the Hogwarts castle, like a soft hand, lifting the mysterious and hazy veil of Hogwarts.
　　 By the beginning of the sun, along with the breeze, ripples appeared on the surface of the Black Lake.
　　The beautiful song came from the bottom of the black lake. It was the song of a mermaid, like a breeze, echoing melodiously above the castle.
　　Today is the day when Hogwarts is hosting a Quidditch match, and the two sides are Slytherin and Gryffindor.
　　For such a duel, everyone is still very much looking forward to it. After all, the two academies are already old rivals, and not long ago, what can be called the hottest melee in Hogwarts in a century.
　　 Holding such a Quidditch under such prerequisites will definitely be very exciting. Gryffindor's technical genre is against Slytherin's brutal collision.
　　 Of course, this does not mean to slander Slytherin, after all, the conditions are there, technology or something, simple and practical is the best choice, isn't it?
　　 Harry woke up early on this day.
　　 He lay in bed and thought about the upcoming Quidditch game for a while. He was a little nervous, mainly because he thought that if Gryffindor lost, he didn't know what Wood would say.
　　 And I have to face another team sitting on the fastest broomstick that can only be bought in gold.
　　 He had never wanted to defeat Slytherin so urgently. Especially, Slytherin’s hunter was replaced by Malfoy, which made Harry even more...
　　 Tension? Excited? Upset?
　　 There seems to be some of these situations.
"Brother, take it easy!" Fanlin opened his eyes. He got up early for morning class, but in a state like Harry, Fanlin couldn't focus his attention completely on Professor Snape. Give him practice tools.
　　 Speaking of Professor Snape, one had to mention the magic pattern board that Snape gave to Fanlin.
　　 In fact, Fanlin had fully activated the magic pattern above two weeks ago, and his mental power had completely stabilized. At least there won't be things that hurt the innocent because the magic is out of control.
　　 And that magic pattern board, Fanlin didn't find any use. However, after consulting Professor Snape, Professor Snape used actual combat to tell Fanlin the role of the magic pattern board.
　　 When Fanlin's magic power was exhausted, the magic power from the magic pattern board made him feel very satisfied, and the magic power recovery speed was more than twice as fast as usual, which made Fanlin feel very useful.
　　 For this reason, Fanlin also deliberately went to find Hagrid and made a metal bracer for this magic pattern board, so that this magic pattern board can always play its role.
　　 Of course, no matter what, Harry's game is not as important at this moment.
"Believe in yourself, Harry." Fanlin put the crystal ball into his pocket and lay on the bed looking at Harry. "You will definitely catch the Golden Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor, aren't you? Mal? Fu's technology is not comparable to yours."
　　 "Of course!" Harry said firmly, but soon Harry became a little irritated when he thought of those broomsticks used in world competitions.
"Don't worry about this, Harry!" Fanlin seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and put his body in a big print on the bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes, "I think Wood must have a corresponding strategy. , Even if the opponent is faster than you, after you catch the Golden Snitch, the final victory must be ours."
　　 The two said without a word, each lying on their own bed, and neither of them thought about the annoying things.
　　 One after another, the other little wizards all got up. Ron was the last one. He always liked to play a game console that Van Lin gave Harry before going to bed.
　　 If it was discovered by Mrs. Weasley, Fanlin felt that a lesson would never be avoided.
　　 After a simple wash, the three of Fanlin went downstairs talking and laughing. Hermione was surprisingly waiting downstairs today, perhaps because he was worried about Harry's state.
　　 Breakfast is of course an indispensable procedure. You know, Quidditch is a tiring job, and Harry has to make sure that he has enough energy to last until the end of the game.
　　 Going into the hall, Harry began to get nervous again. Of course, Harry is not alone in this state.
Gryffindor’s long table, where Harry discovered that the other Gryffindor players did not eat with everyone, but gathered around the long and empty table. Everyone seemed nervous, and Little was said.
　　In comparison, Slytherin's team seemed very relaxed, they even laughed in the direction of Gryffindor, as if they were sure of winning.
　　 Nearly 11 o'clock, everyone started to head to the Quidditch field.
　　 The weather at this time changed from the coolness of the morning to the sweltering heat, with thunder from time to time, which made all the players feel very depressed.
When Harry entered the locker room, Hermione, Fanlin, and Roth hurriedly came over to wish him luck. The care of friends seemed very useful at this moment, but maybe it was also a burden. In short, Harry was originally The heart that was let down hangs again.
　　The players put on their gold and red Gryffindor jerseys, and then sat down to listen to Wood’s usual morale-boosting speech before the game.
　　 "Slytherin has a better broom than us." He came up with a heavy speech.
　　 "Hey, Wood, this is not good news..." Fred interrupted~EbookFREE.me~ They are faster than us..."
　　Well, maybe this is George, anyway, even if the two brothers are Mrs. Weasley, it is difficult to distinguish.
　　 "Shut your mouths, Fred, George!" Wood gave them an annoyed look, took a deep breath, and continued his speech.
　　 "No doubt. But we have better players. We train harder than them, and we fly in all kinds of weather--"
　　 "That's right!" The Weasley brothers echoed.
　　 George muttered, "I haven't really done anything on my body since August."
　　"—We will make them regret the moment they smiled. Malfoy, just bought him into Slytherin."
　　 The two brothers seem to be very motivated, of course, they have always been like this. And Wood did turn to Harry thoughtfully.
"It's all up to you, Harry, let them see that the Snatcher must have something else, not just a rich father. Get the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, Harry, because we have to win today, We are ready to win."
　　 "Don't stress too much, Harry," Fred said, winking at him.
　　 When the door to the players’ lounge opened, a thunderous sound rang, mainly blowing. Because the people of Ravenclaw and Hefpaff were anxious to see Slytherin defeated. But Slytherin's people also made some sighs in the crowd.
　　 "Come on, boys." Wood did not forget to yell, and everyone clenched their broomsticks.
　　Mrs. Jasmine, Quidditch's teacher, asked Fettering and Wood to shake hands.
　　 They gave each other a threatening look, and clenched their hands deliberately.