Everyday Players at Hogwarts

The game was in full swing, and the Ravenclaw players were "accidentally" hit and hit by the Bludger from time to time.

But they all gritted their teeth and persisted, trying their best to avoid every Slytherin player around them, trying to get a chance for Captain Johnny to shoot while preventing Slytherin from scoring.

Harry saw it clearly, and suddenly, he saw Slytherin Seeker Terrence suddenly rushing straight in one direction.

Golden Snitch?

Harry could only follow closely.

However, what greeted Harry was a Bludger flying from his side.

"Harry, get out of the way." Even though the Chaser Henry rushed over, he was knocked down heavily and hit his head.

Harry looked to the side and saw that it was Slytherin's Beater Bol, and Terrence in front of Harry stopped, and he didn't see the Golden Snitch at all.

Bol and Terrence smiled at each other, they were intentional and premeditated!

"Cheating!" Ron stood up.

"Send him off, referee! Red card!" Gryffindor's Dean Thomas shouted, completely forgetting that this was not football.

Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle and the game was temporarily over.

Bol fouled, Ravenclaw took a penalty kick, but Harry knew that it would not hurt Slytherin at all. If Harry was knocked down, the Golden Snitch would almost belong to Slytherin. With 150 points, what would a penalty kick mean?

The Slytherin players in the crowd laughed.

Henry was caught by the cushion that Professor McGonagall had created with Transfiguration, but he could no longer participate in the game.

Just when everyone was nervous, a man came over from the stands. It was Roger.

"Captain, let me play!" Roger had tears in his eyes, "Captain, I want to play Quidditch."

"Johnny, just like Davis, we can't lose." Henry murmured.

Then, he was knocked down by Professor McGonagall with a Stunning Spell and was carried to the school infirmary.

"Well, we must not lose this time." Captain Johnny nodded.

"Everyone, do you believe me?" Roger continued, and the others nodded. After all, it was now, and Roger's tactics had helped them win once.

"Harry, and everyone else, I, Johnny, and Phoenix will follow the Slytherin chasers in a while to prevent them from scoring."

"Dennis, Woody, you two will entangle the beaters."

"Our next goal is to entangle them and give Harry a chance to find the Golden Snitch."

"If someone attacks Harry, we will just put down the task at hand and help Harry block it." Roger concluded.

With a whistle, the game continued.

"After the despicable and evil Slytherin committed a foul, Ravenclaw's Chaser Henry was substituted and replaced by the former acting captain Roger Davis. Ravenclaw took a free throw. Good! The ball went in! - Now Slytherin and Ravenclaw are 60:10 - Montague got the Quaffle - What's going on? The Ravenclaw players are tightly entangled with the Slytherin players."

A golden stream of light flew past Flint's ears, and Harry saw the Snitch. He was excited and dived down,

Chasing the golden stream of light.

Slytherin's Seeker Terence Higgins also saw it.

The two ran side by side towards the Snitch - Ravenclaw players broke away from their original entangled opponents one by one, blocked Terence's way, and blocked possible attacks from other directions for Harry.

The Slytherins wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Then Harry stopped diving,

He raised his arms in victory, and the Snitch was tightly held in his hand.

The stands were boiling.

At the same time Harry caught the Golden Snitch.

Bang!

Terrence hit the Ravenclaw goalkeeper hard. You know, the goalkeeper is often the strongest among all the players. Although Terrence was considered a big guy among the seekers, he still fell heavily to the ground, and the goalkeeper, whose name Harry didn't know yet, just rubbed his shoulders and grinned.

The game ended in this chaos.

"Ravenclaw fouled. Is the goalkeeper who left the goal still called the goalkeeper?" Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling indignantly, but it was completely ineffective - Ravenclaw did not violate any rules, and Lee Jordan was still shouting the result of the game happily - Ravenclaw won by 160 points to 60 points.

However, Harry didn't hear this.

He returned to Hagrid's cabin with Ron and Draco, and the host was making him a cup of strong tea.

But the strange thing was that when they first arrived at the cottage, all the curtains were drawn tightly, even though Hagrid was not at home just now.

The cottage was suffocatingly hot.

Despite such a warm and sunny day, there was still a blazing fire in the fireplace.

"Hagrid, what is that?" Ron pointed rashly at the fireplace. When Hagrid poured tea, he saw a big black egg lying in the middle of the fire, under the kettle.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot to block it!" Hagrid pulled off a handful of his beard.

"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg. You, no, Hagrid, how did you get it - it's rare, really rare." Before he knew it, Malfoy had squatted by the fireplace, looking at the dragon egg obsessively.

"You know a lot!" Hagrid didn't pretend not to see Draco anymore.

In his eyes, Slytherins are all bad people, and his father is a Death Eater, which makes him the worst of the bad people.

But someone who knows so much about dragons, and even loves them, must be a good person. Why am I like this?

Discriminating against others, isn't that the same as Slytherin? Hagrid thought as he talked to Draco about hatching dragon eggs.

"Listen, I saw it in "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit" - the content is very comprehensive. The eggs should be placed in the fire because their mothers breathe on them. After it hatches, feed it a bucket of brandy and chicken blood every half an hour." Hagrid took out a book under his pillow and gestured to Malfoy. He still didn't want to call Draco by his first or last name.

"Brandy? No, no, no, that shouldn't be the case. Brandy will only make the flames of the hatched dragons more vigorous and more aggressive."

"Tsk tsk, forgive me for being blunt, just this wooden house you live in." Draco frowned, but he didn't care about Hagrid calling him "you", he did the same.

Instead, he felt that this rough guy didn't get such a precious dragon egg.

"Is that so--" Hagrid took out a quill and wrote it down in a notebook that was no bigger than his palm. He was about to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by Ron.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" Ron also squatted by the fireplace and squeezed Draco with his body, looking jealous. After all, he knew Hagrid first. "It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"I won it." Hagrid said, "I was drinking in the village last night and playing cards with a stranger. To be honest, the man probably wanted to get rid of it."

Draco frowned. During this time, Harry persuaded Hagrid to pay attention to it. This is illegal, but Hagrid didn't listen at all. He fiddled with the fire while humming a little song happily.

He continued to ask Draco some questions from time to time.

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