Chapter 490: Underdog Gryffindor

Most likely because of George, Fred left Hogwarts, and their good friend Lee Jordan always seemed weak when he was the commentator.
With less enthusiasm, he reported the roster of the two teams for today's game.
In the center of the venue stood Mrs. Hooch, who always had broken hair.
After the game starts.
The Gryffindor players attacked Ravenclaw with unstoppable momentum.
Ravenclaw never thought that Gryffindor would choose this kind of almost dead start, and the rhythm was instantly disrupted.
Tired of dealing with the Gryffindor attack, they turned their eyes to their captain for help.
Captain Ravenclaw flew in the air, scanned Gryffindor's player status back and forth, pondered for a moment, made a gesture to focus on defense, and did not follow Gryffindor's footsteps.
Wave after wave of Gryffindor offensive, like a mad lion.
In terms of momentum, the Ravenclaw team has been firmly suppressed.
Jordan's explanation couldn't help but get excited.
In the field, the audience exclaimed from time to time, which proved that Gryffindor scored again and again.
Harry squinted, the sun shining brightly on his face.
The surrounding sound is noisy and lively, but it is more conducive to being sleepy.
During half-dreaming, some different voices pulled Harry's thoughts back.
The voice came from the first grade and the second grade. They had the expression "This baby is angry" on their small faces, and they expressed their dissatisfaction.
Because a huge body is squeezing over.
They had to turn sideways, like wheat seedlings overwhelmed by the flood.
Hagrid's huge bearded face smiled at them, very embarrassed.
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"What time is it?" Harry asked, yawning.
The shoulder on the left side was a little heavy, and it was Astoria's small head snuggling up. She was also asleep, her lips moved slightly, and she was still dreaming about something.
Hermione on the right looked attentively, she had never been interested in this, and she didn't know what happened this time.
"It's been more than half an hour," Hermione said, staring at the center of the field.
Gryffindor's offensive has clearly slowed down.
Each of them was tired, panting, flushed and sweaty.
In contrast, the members of Ravenclaw seem to be strong and powerful, and they have plenty of spare energy.
The balance of dominance began to slowly tip towards Ravenclaw.
Visible to the naked eye, Gryffindor players, both offensively and defensively, are stretched.
"It's not a good situation," said Harry.
In the sky, Angelina narrowly avoided a Bludger that was hurling towards her, her hair was scattered and stuck to her sweaty face.
Her eyes did not stare at the initiator, the Ravenclaw batter, but stared at the Gryffindor Seeker, as if to eat people.
It's not just her, the other members of Galan Fanduo are glaring at their Seeker.
According to the plan, they worked hard.
By this time, the strength is almost exhausted, and it is really about to be unable to hold on.
If Seekers don't catch the Snitch and give them that brief but invaluable rest to recover, they can expect this to be the worst Gryffindor loss ever, and the rest of the game , they will be bullied at will by Ravenclaw.
What Merlin said in a sentence: We can score goals in a hundred ways, so that you can't play, but you have nothing to do.
The Seeker faced the expressions of his teammates and was about to cry. Why are you looking at me like this? Do you know that I am under a lot of pressure?
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Hagrid moved in one direction, squeezing students all the way.
For some reason, Hagrid's expression was rather heavy and depressed.
"No," Harry groaned softly.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked.
"nothing."
Hagrid came to Harry's seat.
"Harry," he whispered, "can you come with me? Right now, while everyone's watching."
"Uh... can't wait, Hagrid?" Harry said reluctantly, as if he really loved the game. "Can't you wait until the game is over?"
"No," Hagrid said. "Time is of the essence, Harry, it must be now...while everyone is looking the other way...please."
Hagrid's nose was bleeding, and both of his eyes were blue and sad.
"If it's to take care of your brother, can't you?" Harry sighed deeply. Hasn't that pink toad in Umbridge disappeared? Hagrid won't be in danger of being fired, how could he still appear? this thing.
Hagrid looked surprised. "How do you know it's Grapp's business?"
What can I say, I can say that this is self-consciousness as a transmigrator?
"Guess, I saw the giant in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said nothing.
But in Harry's puzzled eyes, Hagrid shook his head sadly and sobbed: "I don't mean to ask you to take care of my brother, but... I'm going to send him away, and the Ministry of Magic will send someone to pick him up later. "
"I miss him so much... I want you to be by my side when I send him..."
Hagrid said intermittently.
It turned out to be such an ending, Harry was surprised, and at the same time realized Hagrid's psychology.
Hagrid's temperament is no different from that of a child, but he has to send off his younger brother. At this time, he only needs someone to be by his side to make him less lonely, which is the greatest comfort to him.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go." Hermione said apologetically, she really didn't know why she cared so much about today's final.
"It's okay, Harry can go," said Hagrid.
"I'll go, I'll go." Astoria whispered excitedly, it turned out that she had already woken up.
"Then let's go," said Harry.
So Harry and Astoria turned sideways and walked out along their row of seats, and the people in Hagrid's row were once again a row of crumpled wheat seedlings.
"I'm so thankful for you to do this, thank you both, really," Hagrid whimpered as they walked up the steps. "I don't know how hard it would be otherwise..."
When he stepped on the grass, the Quidditch pitch behind him suddenly burst into huge cheers.
Harry looked back and saw that the players flying in the sky were slowly descending.
Hagrid said: "Someone must have caught the Golden Snitch. I don't know which lucky school it was."
"Hagrid, what's going on?" Harry asked.
They passed the rookie Zhuan Zhuan Zhuan Station, which had many couriers on the shelves, and then walked to the grass in front of Hagrid's hut, just about to cross the grass towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
"On the way." Hagrid went in to get his wand as he passed the hut, and went straight to the shade at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where he picked up a crossbow leaning against a tree.
It seemed that although Hagrid was allowed to use the wand, years of habit still made him feel that using a crossbow was faster and safer.
"Are we going deep into the Forbidden Forest?" Astoria asked.
"Hmm." Hagrid shook his shaggy head.
Astoria's eyes lit up, and trot followed Haig into the woods that covered the sky and into the green shadow.
"Hagrid, why are you carrying a weapon?" Astoria asked curiously.
"Just in case," Hagrid said, shrugging his broad shoulders.
"But in some classes, we entered the Forbidden Forest to learn about magical creatures, don't you bring any weapons?" Astoria said incomprehensibly.
"Yeah, because never before has we walked so far," said Hagrid.
"Also, Firenze's tribe is in trouble, and he can't help me when I'm in danger." This sentence was said to Harry, who had seen Firenze.
"What happened to the centaurs?" Harry asked.
Hagrid sighed deeply: "Don't worry, it's not the external danger, it's their internal contradiction."
"They seem to have quarreled over a different opinion. All centaurs have recently returned to the tribe and stopped patrolling."
Harry and Hagrid thought differently, and he didn't think it was a small problem.
Once internal conflicts break out, they are often a hundred times more serious than external dangers.
Because it is a difference of concept, just like water and fire are incompatible, it is often necessary to shed blood and tears.
But it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't ask again.
"Although their centaurs are brave and good at fighting, they are too reluctant to communicate with the outside world."
"When Firenze and I first met, the centaurs felt like they were going crazy."
"Half of the tribe's centaurs rushed to him~EbookFREE.me~ wanted to kick him to death, we ran around the forbidden forest for a long time...Even though we have known each other for decades, the other centaurs have not treated me well. face."
"It's 1996, and the thinking is still so backward, this race will be eliminated by the times sooner or later." Harry said.
"Dumbledore said something similar. It seems that the general trend is like the wheels of a wheel rolling forward, and all the pebbles that try to block the road will be crushed into slag." Hagrid scratched his head.
"Usually only villains say things like that," Harry said.
"geigeigei..."
Hagrid smirked and quickened his pace.
The more they walked into the Forbidden Forest, the more weeds grew on the path, the denser the trees, and the darker the light seemed to be at dusk.
They passed the glade where Hagrid had introduced them to the Thestrals, and soon after, they went further, then strayed from the paths trodden by various creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and began to turn left and right among the trees, towards the dark Forbidden Forest Center.
There are dense tangle of thorns, branches and bushes all over the place.
Hagrid struggled to get through those obstacles. The ubiquitous cobwebs hung on his robes, and his body was tight. After a while, Hagrid's arms and legs were covered with tiny holes. and scratches.
Harry shook his head speechlessly.
What about magic? What about your dignity as a magician?
Harry stretched out his arm, a small piece of the Elder Wand from his sleeve, pointing forward.
In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible behemoth rushed over, ploughing everything, and all the thorny branches branched off to reveal a broad road.
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