Study Days at Hogwarts

After entering November, snowflakes began to fall from the gray sky and the weather became extremely cold.

Waking up from his dream, Albert found that the woods around the castle were covered with white snow, and the black lake was frozen with a layer of hard ice.

Everyone said that winter came very early this year, but Albert himself didn’t care much about the weather changes. Anyway, before the temperature dropped, he had already wrapped himself tightly in woolen coats and scarves, and even went to find Flir. Professor Wei has learned how to use the drying spell, and he is fully prepared for winter.

More than the cold weather, there's one thing that deserves everyone's attention: the start of the Quidditch season at Hogwarts.

Every morning, Albert could see Hagrid holding a broom and clearing the road to the Quidditch pitch for everyone in the wind and snow to prevent the road from being completely covered by snow.

As the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Charlie also entered a period of excitement at this time, and would take the time to explain tactical coordination to everyone during every training session.

George and Fred were lucky enough to escape because they were not considered official players. They also told Albert that Charlie was as harsh as a demon possessing him when he got into the situation.

Fortunately, in the last few practices, informal players have not been required to participate.

In the first game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, Charlie announced the results of the draw to everyone at the dinner table. The game will be this weekend.

All Gryffindor students hope to defeat Slytherin in one fell swoop and win this Quidditch match. Professor McGonagall also exempted everyone from homework before the game. It is not difficult to see the Dean's desire to win and his love for Quidditch.

In fact, there is another important reason why everyone is eager for a victory. Gryffindor is currently at the bottom of the House Cup points, and it urgently needs to gain points through Quidditch victory to save the embarrassing situation of being at the bottom.

If Gryffindor wins, they will surpass Hufflepuff in house points and move up to third place, approaching second-place Ravenclaw.

However, the weirdest thing is that Hufflepuff students actually hope that Gryffindor can defeat Slytherin. Ravenclaw students also support Gryffindor, which shows how important Slytherin is at Hogwarts. unwelcome.

The weather was unusually cold over the weekend, with sleet and sleet in the sky.

Albert lay in his bed and fell asleep, refusing to get up. Finally, Fred and George, who were full of excitement, lifted the sheets together and pulled them out of the warm bed.

"It's so cold. I don't want to go outside to watch the game in this kind of weather!" Albert wrapped himself in thick clothes as quickly as possible, and hurriedly used a drying spell on himself, so that the original The cold clothes immediately became dry and warm, as if they had just been dried in front of a roaring fire.

"Don't be stupid, this is a rare opportunity, let's go cheer for the Gryffindor team!" Fred jumped on the spot twice, trying to warm up his body.

"Stop jumping, it dazzles me." Albert raised his wand, poked Fred's body, and used the drying spell on him.

"Hey, what did you just do? You stopped being cold all of a sudden." Fred looked at Albert in surprise.

"Young man, magic is power. It never hurts to learn more spells." Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and said sincerely.

Fred was stunned immediately and could not adapt to Albert's style of painting for a while.

"Give it to me too."

Li Qiaodan, who had just put on his clothes and put on his winter cloak, also quickly came over and asked Albert to dispel the coldness on his body.

"And I."

It's really cold today, the temperature in the room dropped to eight degrees, and that's because there's a fireplace.

If you take the thermometer on the cabinet outside, it will probably drop directly below freezing.

By the way, it was particularly interesting when Fred and the others saw the thermometer for the first time and were shocked.

Albert was thinking about Christmas gifts for the three of them this year, so he gave each of them a room thermometer.

He put on his folding umbrella, put his telescope in his pocket, wrapped a thick towel that Daisy had knitted by himself around his neck, filled a small, flat, silver-plated water bottle with hot water, and put it in his robe pocket as a thermal bag. Albert then went to the auditorium hall with his roommates.

As soon as you walk into the restaurant, you can smell the enticing smell of grilled sausages in the air.

People at the table were chatting excitedly about the game, and everyone was looking forward to seeing a wonderful Quidditch match.

However, there was a sense of tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The tables of both parties were right next door, and verbal conflicts were inevitable. The lack of a real fight showed that everyone was restraining themselves and intended to keep the real duel on the Quidditch pitch.

"Charlie, come on." Albert and his friends also came to Charlie's side and sent blessings to this group of familiar friends.

"By the way, Charlie, have you found a substitute?" Mark suddenly asked.

"Substitute?" Albert asked doubtfully, "Will this game last for a long time?"

"There are always exceptions. We have old grudges with the Slytherin team. Even if some players graduated last year, the relationship between the two sides is still very bad, and some conflicts on the court are inevitable." Jack glanced at Slytherin. At the dinner table, he explained to Albert, "So, we need some substitute players. Of course, the other side also needs them."

Albert felt something was wrong with this. He remembered that substitutions of players were not allowed during the Quidditch match.

"We found it." Charlie patted Mark on the shoulder and comforted everyone, "Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey will also go to the game. If she is injured, she will be cured quickly."

When Albert heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Why did these words sound like he was going to the battlefield?

Will the two teams fight on the court?

At eleven o'clock, all the teachers and students of the school held umbrellas and braved the weakening sleet to go to the stands of the Quidditch pitch.

The audience was not only the teachers and students of Hogwarts, but also some wizards who loved Quidditch, who braved the bad weather and came to Hogwarts to watch this Quidditch match.

Yes, Hogwarts sells tickets to its Quidditch matches.

When Albert came to the Quidditch field, he saw some wizards from outside the school. They were all wearing thick cloaks, holding umbrellas in one hand and binoculars in the other, sitting in the seats of their respective graduation colleges. Waiting for the game to start.

It can only be said that there are not many entertainment activities in the wizarding world, but there are many people who like Quidditch. It is said that tickets for each game are sold well.

Of course, the range of activities of these outsiders is limited to the Quidditch pitch, and the distance from the Quidditch pitch to Hogsmeade is not too far.

Fred and George chose their seats not far from the Gryffindor locker room. Albert was a little puzzled. If you want to see the game clearly, the view from the top is undoubtedly the best.

However, the Weasley brothers simply replied, "Perhaps, we can also come in handy."

Albert directly understood this sentence to mean that during the game, a batter may need to be replaced?

However, he thinks this possibility is low.

Although the weather was a bit rough, watching the game with everyone still felt quite atmospheric. It was like watching a movie or watching a game in front of the computer, which is completely different from going to a cinema to watch a movie or going to the stadium to watch a game.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, as soon as the Gryffindor team wearing red Quidditch uniforms entered the field, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause. When the Slytherin team, wearing green Quidditch uniforms, entered the field, they were greeted with a burst of boos and applause.

"It seems that our Slytherin team is not popular with everyone!" Ravenclaw's commentator raised a microphone and joked loudly.

The next moment, he was responded to by boos from the Slytherin audience.

Albert never doubted that if the school did not separate the seats of the four major colleges, there might be a chaotic fight during the game.

Mrs. Hooch from the flying class will be the referee. She is standing in the middle of the court, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides to enter.

"Listen, I want everyone to play the game fairly and honestly," Mrs. Hooch said loudly as players from both teams gathered around her.

The words were magically expanded enough to be heard by all the spectators in the venue.

In fact, Mrs. Huo Qi's words were specifically directed at certain people from the two teams.

"I feel like the captains of both sides are trying to crush each other's hands." Albert moved his monocular and focused his gaze on Charlie, who was shaking hands with the other party. He felt a little want to laugh.

Try vigorously when shaking hands. There are people everywhere who like to play this trick.

"Charlie asked me specifically before for advice on how to use force when shaking hands." A familiar voice sounded next to him. Hagrid, holding a big umbrella and binoculars, sat down next to a few people.

Before the game started, Albert could feel that he was full of energy. I was afraid that the game would not be as simple as he imagined.

Fifteen broomsticks rose into the sky after the whistle sounded.

The game officially begins.

A few minutes later, a stunned Albert dared to pat his chest and promise that this was definitely the dirtiest football game he had ever seen.

The ghost ball was first grabbed by Jack. Under the cover of his teammates, this acrobatic pursuer cleverly used the reverse pass tactic to gain ten points for Gryffindor.

However, in order to prevent the Gryffindor Chaser from scoring, Slytherin's beater chose to collide with Jack, causing the two's broomsticks to deflect several meters.

"Foul! Foul!" A wave of anger erupted from the audience, swallowing up the sleet above their heads.

"Slytherin committed a deliberate collision!" the commentator shouted loudly. "Unfortunately, their plot failed to succeed. Gryffindor took the lead and scored ten points. Now, the ghost ball is awarded to Gryffindor by Mrs. Hooch."

The game continues...

"Is this normal?" Albert asked Hagrid loudly, ignoring the shouting roommates around him.

"It's not normal." Hagrid turned his head and said to Albert, "However, in recent years, the competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin has been full of tension."

After the announcer called out Gryffindor's score, Hagrid clapped vigorously.

"The smell of gunpowder?" Albert returned his gaze to the court. He felt that it was not the smell of gunpowder, but full of explosives that could explode at any time.

"Gryffindor scored another goal and took the lead by twenty points." The commentator was obviously not qualified, but Albert liked this guy's preference for Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor team took a twenty-point lead in a short period of time, which made the Slytherin team very angry, and they began to grab the ball at all costs.

When Mario was preparing to pass the ball, his broom was kicked by someone and suddenly shook violently. He had to grab the broom with both hands to prevent himself from falling. Robbed.

However, as revenge against Slytherin. When Mark passed by Slytherin Seeker Marcus Flint, Mark suddenly made a mistake in his fake move and punched the opponent directly in the nose, making the unlucky Seeker's head fall back. Started to have nosebleeds.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were each awarded a penalty kick by Madam Hooch.

The game continued in this chaos, and almost every few minutes, Mrs. Hooch would blow the whistle to announce that someone had fouled again.

This almost drove the referee crazy.

Albert took out his water bottle and drank a sip for himself, and began to denounce the Slytherin students with everyone.

There was no other way, but Slytherin's Locke actually hit Erin on the back of the head with a stick, and even claimed that he thought her head was a bludger.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle again, and the ghost ball fell into Jack's hands again. The chaser cleverly avoided the interception and made a sharp turn towards Locke. The ghost ball hit the face of the astonished batsman at a very fast speed. After bouncing back, it was picked up by his teammates who were flying from below.

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"Ah, I'm sorry, the view is not very good, I saw the wrong person, I'm so sorry." Jack apologized to Locke falsely, and then flew away on his broom without waiting for the other party's reaction.

Although the Slytherins below shouted foul, Madam Hooch did not blow the whistle, treating it as a normal pass.

However, the target of the pass was a Slytherin beater. It can only be said that the Gryffindor Chaser took the initiative to give up his own advantage, which does not seem to be a foul.

As for hitting the opponent's face with the ghost ball, Locke himself didn't have to dodge.

At this point in the game, even Professor McGonagall had no time to stop the commentator's extreme remarks. The Head of Gryffindor waved his fist in the sky angrily.

Because just now, when Charlie was about to catch the Golden Snitch, Slytherin's chaser Montague suddenly bumped into him, causing Charlie to almost fall off the broom and lose the chance to catch the Golden Snitch.

Although Gryffindor received another ten points, this result could not calm the anger of Gryffindor supporters, and some people began to throw objects on the field in protest.

Gryffindor also returned the favor. After Monta brought the ghost ball into Gryffindor's scoring area, he was slapped in the face by Wood, which made him dizzy and almost fell off his broom.

"Free throw!" Madam Hooch yelled at Wood, furious. "I don't remember any rule that allows attacking the chaser."

"Sorry, I was too excited and accidentally made a mistake." Wood looked apologetic, as if what just happened was just an accident.

In the audience, Albert felt that there was something wrong with this game. It was definitely the rudest game he had ever seen.

Could it be that this is the legendary Quidditch?