"Good morning! Hogwarts!" the narrator, Miss Most of Hufflepuff cast a 'loud voice spell' on herself and read the opening remarks enthusiastically, "Last night's Quidditch The odd lottery, in the end, a full 300 wizards participated, thanks to the fierce warm-up match that mobilized everyone's enthusiasm, just bought a lottery and some people almost fought-"

"Roar—" The stadium erupted into extremely strong cheers.

"But," Miss Moster paused for a while, and showed a weird smile, "there was a professor who also participated and predicted a number that no one chose, I think you all lose money! Because Merlin will definitely not stand. On your side!"

"Oh--" The cheers came from the stands, and the little wizards jokingly cooperated with Miss Most.

Professor Sprout pulled the robe of Professor Cui Laoni of the fortune-telling class next to him, "What did you predict?" Cui Laoni showed a arrogant expression, "My talent is not for me to do this kind of thing, I disdain to make predictions. ."

Professor Sprout rolled his eyes and told himself that he would be a fool if he talked to Cui Laoni again, why did he not have a long memory.

Professor Black Bat, who was sitting on the high platform, glanced at Dumbledore not far away. It was strange. Dumbledore, who usually seemed to be embedded in the headmaster's office, appeared on the Quidditch pitch today. Snape crossed his hands and changed. A comfortable sitting position, "Headmaster Dumbledore," his voice hoarse.

"Yes, Professor Snape," Dumbledore turned his head with a smile and looked in a good mood. This is unusual. Dumbledore was troubled by low blood sugar most of the morning, anxiety, and heart palpitations. Today is like Eat sugar until you are full, perhaps thanks to the "Stories of the Poet Bedou" that he put on the bedside table.

"You also bought the lottery?" The black bat looked past the head between the two and looked sharply at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Oh yes, relax once in a while."

"Gambling with divination is against Ministry of Magic law, Headmaster Dumbledore," Snape said in a long voice.

The little wizard sitting between the two felt that the atmosphere was gradually becoming anxious. Now they just want to cast the forgetting spell on themselves and continue to be cute students who don't know anything. Fortunately, Dumbledore did not let this atmosphere continue. Go on, "I don't have a divination, Professor Snape. At most, it's a dream. It's just a loose guess, far from being arrested by the Ministry of Magic."

"So what did you dream about?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"There are no losers in this game."

The voice of the narrator, Miss Most, continued, "Two days ago, the wild boar monster appeared again in the waiting room of Gryffindor, the wardrobe was destroyed, and they didn't know who did the bad thing, making them annoyed at the same time. Anger turned into motivation, into determination to win—"

"At the same time, the Slytherin team spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of Nimbus 1700. With the blessing of the new broom, they can expect what kind of miracle they will create, oh! The Hufflepuffs sent their team a gift. Fresh cucumbers, they're all looking forward to their house winning!"

Ms Sprout's face changed dramatically when she heard the fresh cucumbers.

"And in Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw is still the same Ravenclaw, it's not that easy to defeat them!" Most took a deep breath, "I'm your best commentator, Most, come with me and start this year's Quidditch competition!"

The audience boiled over, "In the first game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, what kind of surprise will the showdown of the two strong teams bring to us, please wait and see - next, please enter the game!"

As the referee, Professor Hooch stood in the center of the field, holding an old Comet 140 in her hand. Compared with the Nimbus 1700 in the hands of the Slytherins, she was simply holding a joke.

But the majesty of the referee should not be underestimated. Even if Mrs. Hooch rides a vacuum cleaner, it will not be anyone's turn to point fingers. She solemnly casts the \'loud voice spell\' for herself, "Fairness and honesty, solidarity and fraternity, friendship first, competition Second! I don't want to see another game where everyone's head is broken and they seem to be fighting a fire dragon!"

"Fire dragons are not as cunning as they are," Charlie glared at the Slytherin team, as if there were special effects of flames around him.

"Then you have to be more careful, little dragon man," Slytherin captain Mile began to send trash talk, "Why didn't your fire dragon girlfriend come to cheer you on today?"

"My fire dragon girlfriend wants to bite off your head more, stupid," Charlie snapped back, and the two teams were arguing for a while.

"Okay!" Professor Hooch touched his forehead, "I wish you all the best of luck and fully experience the charm of Quidditch in the game. Now - get on your broomsticks!"

The silver whistle blew, plus Professor Hooch, a total of fifteen brooms took off at the same time, and the game began.

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"Merlin's beard! The first collision occurred less than three minutes into the game, breaking the five-minute collision record! Slytherin Chaser Marcus Flint directly took Gryffindor's new goalkeeper Oliver Bryant. Wood slammed into the goal! God, I gotta make it clear - slamming the opposing goalkeeper into goal is no extra point!"

"Roar!" The stand where Slytherin gathered was a sea of ​​joy, until Professor Hooch flew to Flint and lectured him, but this did not make \'extrajudicial madman Flint\' have Repentance, you must know that there is no such thing as a yellow card and a red card in the Quidditch game.

"Beautiful pass!" Most clapped the table. "Gryffindor Chaser Bob passed the Quaffle to his teammates in a difficult upside-down move! Oops! He got hit by a Bludger. There--this Bludger is from Slytherin batter Trench!"

"Bob can still insist, he let his teammates concentrate on the game, but it is a pity that Flint, who was reprimanded just now, has successfully intercepted the Quaffle while taking advantage of the riot! Now he is heading towards Gryffindor's goal! "

"This third-year Flint is a star player for Slytherin. He has been on the court since the second year, and he has no bench period. He has served as Slytherin's Seeker since last year. He has also performed well in the game, and this year he has become a Chaser at such a level - it shows that his talent in Quidditch is extraordinary, and his whole person also has a rude beauty!" Mo Sturt was excited.

"Miss Most!" Professor McGonagall coughed.

"Sorry, Professor! Oh! Flint got hit by a Bludger! This time Gryffindor batter Ryan hit the ball! Revenge for Bob's hit just now!"

Ryan and Charlie high-five in celebration, but they are quickly pushed aside by the rampant Mile, who has a malicious smile on his face, "This is just the beginning."

The game lasted for two hours. Anna ate up one licorice wand after another. Her whole body smelled of licorice. She looked at the score and asked Belinda with a frown, "Is this normal? After so long, the score is still zero to zero? When will it be played?"

Belinda's voice was hoarse, because she shouted too hard just now, she raised her chin, "Of course this is a normal situation, the game between the Arrows and the Vlaza Eagles was played for sixteen days. After three days without a single goal, the score started to get anxious, and the Arrows were always behind~lightnovelpub.net~ On the last day, there was a reversal, and the Arrows Seeker caught the Golden Snitch - making the score over ten , has won the final victory!"

"By the way, my favorite is the Wimbledon Hornets, I'm a good 'stinger', and when the opposing chaser takes a free throw, we buzz loudly and distract each other. It's very interesting!" Anna couldn't feel anything interesting at all.

The commentator Moste took a sip of water. Her eyes were always on the situation on the field. She had been explaining for two hours without a break. Quidditch commentary was really physical work. At least five commentators were tired and fainted, "This game between Gryffindor and Slytherin was extremely anxious, Slytherin completely gave up the attack, they obstructed Gryffindor in various ways, really evil... ...a daunting strategy!"

"Proud Gryffindor players continue to attack under this strategy, and at this moment, the hope of victory is completely pinned on the Seekers of both teams, Charlie Weasley and Mile Pursey. !"

"Oh!" Most suddenly stood up, the water in her hand almost spilled on Professor McGonagall beside her, she pointed to the sky excitedly, "The Golden Snitch has appeared!"

Charlie and Mile rushed out at the same time.