Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Today is Saturday, the Quidditch final between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

It’s almost holiday time, and almost no one subscribes to the Daily Prophet. Most of them wait to read it when they get home next Monday.

In addition, in order to ensure that Harry Potter was in a peaceful mood, until it was almost 11:30 and the game was about to start, Harry Potter still didn't know that his godfather had already appeared in the Daily Prophet.

Ryan and Hermione were sitting in the farthest seats, preparing to watch the game.

Not far away, a figure attracted Ryan's attention, that was Sirius Black!

He sat at the front, looking hungrily at Harry who was still making preparations on the ground.

Perhaps to hide it from others, he was wrapped in a black wizard's robe that could hide his entire body.

But Ryan can still see the difference in him now.

In this morning's Daily Prophet, Sirius's face was thin and haggard, surrounded by unkempt, dark and long hair.

Now, Sirius's hair has become shorter, his whole body is clean and tidy, and his cheeks have become plump, which makes him look younger, closer to the photo in the Daily Prophet when he was still at Hogwarts.

With Mrs. Huo Qi's order, the two teams on the field flew into the sky together.

Throughout the game, in addition to the wonderful performance of the players during the game, another tall figure also attracted the attention of other spectators.

He howled like a wolf every time Ravenclaw scored a goal or Harry Potter directed the players.

This made commentator Li Jordan couldn't help but mention this suspicious, unknown senior student.

However, Professor McGonagall didn't react at all. Normally, she should pay great attention to discipline on the field.

Today, Professor McGonagall seemed to have lost her soul, not focusing on Quidditch. Some people speculate that this may be related to the fact that Slytherin has not been able to win the Quidditch Cup.

No matter whether he wins or loses, Slytherin is only in second place. Professor McGonagall's long-cherished wish that Slytherin not win the Quidditch Cup has already been achieved, so she doesn't care.

But only Ryan knew that it was because of the arrival of Sirius, one of her favorite students.

The wolf howls he made from time to time and Harry who looked the same as James Potter on the field reminded her of the past.

If another tall decadent young man and a short rat-faced young man came, and Harry's clothes were changed to Gryffindor clothes, she might become even more distracted, and might even fall off the high platform.

This competition ended quickly. After facing Voldemort, Harry felt that his observation and reaction skills had improved to a whole level.

He even saw the Golden Snitch at the beginning of the game.

If it weren't for the constant interference from the Weasley twins, he might have gotten the Golden Snitch long ago.

However, Fred and George were not Slytherin students after all. They did not dare and would not attack Harry directly, which allowed Harry to get the Golden Snitch after 20 minutes of the game.

Harry was flying above the crowd, and there was a strange ringing in his ears.

He clutched the little golden ball, which flapped hopelessly between his fingers.

Then he sped towards Roger, almost blinded by his tears, and he grabbed Harry's neck and sobbed wildly into his shoulder.

Dennis and Woody bumped into Harry, and Harry felt like two big things were pressing against him.

Then came the voices of Phoenix, Henry and now-named goalkeeper Herrault: "We won the trophy! We won the trophy!"

The Ravenclaws hugged each other and descended, screaming until their voices were hoarse, and then returned to the ground.

Wave after wave of sky-blue crowds supporting them surged past the barriers onto the pitch.

Countless hands rained down on their backs.

Harry felt a swarm of noise and human bodies surrounding him.

He and the rest of the team were then lifted onto the shoulders of the crowd.

He saw Hagrid waving a sky-blue wreath - "Amazing Harry, amazing!" At this time, he was no longer crying like yesterday (after learning about Voldemort's existence), but his eyes were still red and swollen.

Captain Johnny, who couldn't get through the crowd, jumped up and down like a madman, all dignity forgotten.

Ron and Draco were struggling to squeeze in front of him. They were so excited that they couldn't speak, but they were just smiling.

At this time, Harry walked towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting, holding the huge Quidditch trophy in his hand.

Harry took the trophy that Roger handed to him with sobs and raised the trophy high. Then a wolf howl suddenly sounded, making Harry almost pull the trophy down.

Harry looked closely and saw that it was a guy wrapped in black robes. He looked like he was a seventh-grade student. Could he be the goalkeeper Eero, or a friend of Dennis and Woody?

They were also in seventh grade. Thinking of this, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, it is their last game. Next school year, captain Henry, batsmen Woody and Dennis, and Eero, whose name has just been learned, will all be gone.

Harry had no choice but to hold back the slightest bit of reluctance, put on a smile, and walked to the trophy display room surrounded by the crowd, laying down their glory.

They weren't going to take it back to the lounge, and since it was going to end up here, it was better to put it here now, which was the best display of their honor.

Just as Harry was about to return to Ravenclaw's dormitory, a noise not far away caught his attention.

"Boy! Give me the mouse!" the black-robed man said in a crazy tone.

It's Ron! The black-robed man pointed his wand at him!

Just as Harry was about to take out his wand to stop him, wands stretched out from all around. It was Ravenclaw, no, there were students from other colleges.

"What are you going to do! Don't point your wand at the Weasley children!"

Percy and the Weasley twins were particularly angry, as they had already lost the game.

"What are you doing?"

"Put down your wands!"

At this time, Professor McGonagall came over. She looked anxious, thinking that it was because of Ravenclaw's victory that Slytherin started a fight.

"Oh, Sirius, what are you doing?" Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall said in an especially friendly tone.

"He's trying to steal my Scabbers!" Ron said indignantly.

"Is he Sirius?" Draco said in surprise, then stared at the mouse lying on Ron's shoulder. At this time, Ron had already grasped it tightly, and it was about to drill under Ron's neck in fear.

"Rat? Could he be——" Professor McGonagall showed a surprised look and took out her wand.

"Yes, he is the traitor!" Sirius took off his black robe, revealing his distorted face.