"Hi, Harry!"
"Good luck in today's competition."
"Harry, you're the best!"
"Come on, Harry!"
Along the way, he dealt with the enthusiastic Gryffindors with a confident smile. When he arrived at the dining hall, Wood and the others were already half full.
"Harry, you've got to eat more, it's the most important game today.”Wood placed a cup of thick black tea in front of him and added a lot of toast and sausages to his plate.
"Thank you."
Harry took a sip of the black tea. The deep and slightly astringent taste made his eyes curl in satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Wood."
"The Quidditch Cup must be ours.”
George and Fred waved their knives and forks, and the two students sitting next to them moved their chairs aside in unison.
George said to Colin, who was looking at Harry admiringly,"Kid, when we get the trophy later, I'm going to take a few pictures of it and send it to Charlie-that guy always laughs at us for not even touching it.”
Colin held the camera and said excitedly,""Alright, I'll do it. Can I take a photo with it too?"
"Of course." Fred agreed, beaming as though the trophy had already been handed to him.
After breakfast, they went to the locker room for the final tactical commentary. Half an hour later, the players of both teams went on stage. The stands burst into applause. The lively atmosphere in the bustling stadium made the players 'emotions soar.
Wood and Davies shook hands in a friendly manner, and Madam Hooch released all the balls.
The whistle blew, and Harry soared into the air on his broom, a cool breeze blowing across his face and calming his heart.
In the noisy stands, his companions were pulling a beautiful flag bearing the words Gryffindor Winner in magical ink.”，The large letters shone brightly in the sunlight.
Autumn? Chang flew around the pitch, looking up from time to time at Harry, who was flying the highest, as if trying to gauge where he was looking.
The Ravenclaws were more gentle, and they cooperated with each other quite well, and Davies commanded them well. Ten minutes later, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had both scored sixty points. George and Fred hit a Bludger at the same time, and it hurtled toward Davis, knocking his broom askew. Davis spun a few times on the spot and landed shakily on the ground.
"Beautiful double attack! Weasley smashed Davies 'broom with a Bludger, he needs a new one, Johnson throws the Quaffle into the unguarded hoop, Gryffindor scores... Bale's got the Quaffle again, ah, she's tied up by Quirk, what a shame..."
Harry made a leisurely turn, then suddenly zoomed left. Zhang Jin followed closely behind him. When she was about to get close to him, he suddenly stopped, turned the broom around, and flew back.
Grabbing the struggling Snitch, Harry's mouth curled up and he raised his hand to the roaring cheers.
"... Harry's got the Snitch! Gryffindor won! We won the trophy!"
Li? Jordan was so excited that he jumped up and shouted.
Everyone in the stands stood up, and the entire stadium was in an uproar.
Under the warm sunlight, a handsome young man with black hair and green eyes looked down at the cheering crowd with a calm smile. His long robe was blown up by the wind, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Harry was at peace, and his mental state showed signs of improvement. He knew that now was not a good time to comprehend, and since he was not in a hurry, he let nature take its course and let go of the mysterious feeling that had just flashed by.
Wood flew to his side, hugged his neck, and sobbed unscrupulously.
"We won!"
The team landed on the ground, and countless people rushed down from the Gryffindor stands to carry them high on their shoulders.
Harry felt rather uncomfortable being bounced around on a pile of arms, praying that they would calm down a little after a few more championship trophies.
Dumbledore smiled and handed the huge Quidditch trophy to Wood. Wood said "thank you" with tears streaming down his face and took Harry to hold it together. George and Fred bumped each other now and then, grinning from ear to ear. A few girls who were still sobbing were pushed to the middle and waved to the audience.
The applause was thunderous, and Colin was desperately pressing the shutter with a silly smile on his face.
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That afternoon, Gryffindor had a great celebratory feast in the common room. The room was filled with all kinds of snacks, large bottles of fruit juice, and butterbeer. George and Fred had brought in a great deal of firework, and the ceiling was now covered in dazzling sparks.
Everyone was laughing loudly, and Wood was still crying. Harry had been hugged by almost everyone, and a few of the older sisters had left lip marks on his face, making him blush with embarrassment. After taking countless photos, his smile stiffened a little, and he grumbled in his heart that Colin had brought too much film. Then he remembered that it was his own suggestion.
When they had enough, Harry finally broke away from the crowd and retreated back into his dormitory. Dobby had already left. He changed out of his cream-stained clothes, threw them into the basket, cast a Cleansing Charm on himself, exhaled, and fell back into bed.
(Shadow-I'm so tired. How can a competition be so tiring?)）
(Think about how they're feeling right now, Gryffindor hasn't won a trophy in a long time.）
(I'm starting to regret winning. It'd be best if they could be more rational this time next year.)）
(Don't get your hopes up.)
(I think so. Dumbledore didn't even react to the discovery of the Horcrux. Was he going to destroy the Horcrux and not go to the Chamber of Secrets?）
(Probably not. Even if the Chamber of Secrets was no longer open, he would not allow a thousand-year-old Basilisk to hide in the school.）
(Why aren't you making a move yet? You're so slow. I can't wait any longer.)）
(You promised not to take any more risks.)
(Yes, yes, I promise, this is just a show.)）
(Humph, I hope so.)
When it was time for dinner, the excited students walked to the dining hall in twos and threes. Harry and Neville were talking about the match as they walked, when Professor McGonagall called out to him in a corridor with a slightly unnatural look on her face.
"Harry-"
He stopped in his tracks." Professor?"
"Er-Professor Flitwick's been working on a new charm lately, and he'd like to borrow that Sneakoscope of yours.”
Director, has anyone ever told you that you're really not suited to lie?
What a lousy excuse.
Harry put his hand into his pocket, took a small, delicate silver bell from his bracelet, and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
"Is this it?"
"Yes." Professor McGonagall looked relieved, took the Sneakoscope, and hurried away.
Harry was confused. It was only a Sneakoscope, and he had brought it out to deal with the Bludger, which he had forgotten he had until Professor McGonagall had mentioned it. He didn't use any of the Cultivators 'spells on it, and at most cast some simple defensive spells. How did he attract their attention?
It was really strange.
Soon, he found the answer at the dining table.
He picked up the tender steak and put it into his mouth without changing his expression.
As expected of a Potioneer, the colorless and odorless sleeping potion was perfect-why couldn't Madam Pomfrey learn that? The original effect of this medicine should be to improve the quality of sleep, right? With the drug strengthened, the students would be able to sleep soundly at night. They might not be able to wake up even if the bed was torn apart.
No wonder it took away his Sneakoscope. The drugged food was also within its detection range, right? Fortunately, others did not carry such things with them often. Otherwise, they would really have a headache.
"Wow, Harry, isn't this the dessert you made last time?”said Neville happily, pointing at the beautiful, intricate pastries on his plate.”
"Yeah, eat more if you like it.”
With the students down, Dumbledore's going to make his move tonight?
He was curious how they would open the secret chamber.
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