Harry potter catastrophe

Today's game is over, tomorrow it will be Gryffindor versus Seth Lytherin.

Everyone on the stage began to leave, the students and teachers went back to school, and the rest of the spectators went back to Hogsmeade. Hogwarts does not provide accommodation for people other than students and teachers.

But Sirius stayed, and Hagrid had a place for him to live.

The Gryffindor students gathered around the players to celebrate and cheer. Harry had already seen Sirius and pushed through the crowd and ran over.

"That's great!" Blake said with a smile, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I was so nervous at the beginning." Harry let out a deep breath.

"Okay, stop talking here and come to me." Hagrid greeted, he couldn't wait to let Blake visit his new house.

The other Gryffindors cheered and welcomed Wood and the others back to the common room. Judging from their appearance, they were probably going to have a small party.

This night I played with Hagrid until almost curfew before returning to the dormitory. Tomorrow's game starts in the afternoon, leaving enough time to rest.

"Hey, Seamus, where have you been?" Ron took off his coat. It was warmer inside the dormitory than outside. "I wanted to ask you to go to Hagrid's new house with us."

"I don't want to go near the Forbidden Forest." Seamo replied calmly.

It was a bit deserted to sit in the dormitory for half an afternoon. Originally, he wanted to go down and celebrate with Dean and the others.

But their second-year circle was all talking about Harry, and he didn't want to participate.

After thinking about it for half an afternoon, I still felt that there was no need to be so stiff. Carney just invited casually, but he was overreacting.

"Indeed, I don't want to enter the Forbidden Forest. I think I still can't overcome my fear of spiders." Ron's fear of spiders not only did not weaken after passing by, but also increased.

"Whenever you can kill spiders and mow grass like Carney, you won't be afraid anymore." Harry looked very refreshed.

Don't worry about tomorrow's game at all, just make the original plan and catch the Golden Snitch quickly to win.

Today's easy victory immediately went to his head, and Hagrid's Hut also received a lot of praise from his godfather.

"Come on, who doesn't have time to practice such destructive spells and delve into various techniques." Ron felt that going to school is to learn common sense knowledge and future employment knowledge.

"Ha, maybe Carney wants to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Ron said, Defense Against the Dark Arts does require proficiency in various attack magics.

"It's not bad to be an Auror," Harry said, "but you have to be excellent in Potions."

"Aurors and school teachers are both free. Being a free wizard is the happiest, so what kind of job can you find?" Carney has no intention of looking for a job.

Of course, Carney is talking about the wizarding world.

He can definitely go home and inherit the family property. Isn't it popular now that he doesn't inherit the family property and works hard outside, and then he is forced to inherit the family property later.

If you want to cause trouble, wouldn't it be fine if you inherited it from the beginning? It won't be a big deal.

"Master Carney is young and rich. He really doesn't have to work." Ron sighed and said with envy. The beautiful house of the Carney family is still fresh in his memory.

"Go and write your homework." Carney threw the homework book over.

"Hey~" Harry and Ron then remembered that they still had homework. They had completely forgotten about homework.

"I want to write tomorrow." Ron looked at the homework book and felt extremely rejected.

"Me too." Harry was not in the mood to do his homework at all.

"Then you will write tomorrow morning, if you can get up." Carney ignored them. Whether they could get up or not, their expressions were clear.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They were the last two people in the dormitory to get up. It was obvious whether they could get up or not.

"Eh~" Two more sighs.

After Carney washed up, he saw two fellow students who were immersed in copying homework. This homework was a drop in the bucket for him, but Harry and the others, who were eleven or twelve years old, were much more.

This is the homework of primary school students in the past, but there seems to be very little homework after school in foreign countries. Harry and Ron may not have experienced the hardship of homework.

"Come on!" Carney encouraged before going to sleep.

The next afternoon.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

"Slytherin!"

There are only two voices on the Quidditch pitch, one louder and one smaller.

This shows that Slytherin is indeed not very popular, and the other two houses are cheering Gryffindor together.

Click, click, click.

"Colin, stop taking pictures, take pictures of Harry later." Ron pulled Colin, who was holding a camera next to him and taking pictures.

"There are too many people. It's so spectacular. It turns out there are so many people in the school. I want to take a photo to show my parents." Colin clicked toward several stands.

His camera yesterday was sent out for photo development, so he will take more photos today and make up for what he didn’t take yesterday...

Quidditch Lounge.

"Everyone, just in case, I have prepared a plan B." Wood thought carefully about Ravenclaw's tactics all night and came up with a better idea.

Wood greeted the players and expressed his thoughts.

"Our current base score is 330 points, Slytherin is 290 points, and we are four goals ahead. We can completely refer to Ravenclaw's later tactics..."

"It's about to come out." Hagrid paid attention to the stadium. The lounges of the teams on both sides opened, and the teams flew out neatly on broomsticks.

"Harry!" Hagrid waved his big hand and greeted Harry.

Harry raised his arms towards them as he flew by, and many Gryffindor girls cheered.

"Let me just say, friendship first, competition second." Mrs. Hooch would always add this when Gryffindor and Slytherin compete.

These two houses are too prone to accidents, and the games with the most injuries are between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"The Bludger takes off, followed by the Golden Snitch, and the Quaffle takes off—the game begins!"

Angelina was the first to bear the brunt, and she was one step faster than Slytherin, hugging the Quaffle and spinning it 360 degrees to avoid the Slytherins who were also rushing towards her.

The Gryffindor team immediately started to pull away. Unlike before, the people were very dispersed.

If the person carrying the ball is surrounded by Slytherins, others will not be able to assist him in time, and the ball cannot be passed too far away.

"Angelina scores a goal and Gryffindor gets ten points!"

Angelina's quick goal made it difficult for Slytherin's goalkeeper to defend. It would be really difficult for Slytherin to win if it relied mainly on technique.

but.

As we all know, Slytherin did not rely on technology in the past few sessions, but there were no violations, just normal routines.

However, those methods used in the academy competition are not easy to pass up. The Quaffle was used by Marcus a lot when he joined the team.

Gryffindor has suffered a big loss. For Slytherin games, every time you give me a goal, we return a goal.

Except for Angelina's goal in the opening game, the two sides did not score another goal.

Except for Angelina's sudden breakthrough in the first goal, Gryffindor has always played very conservatively and defended, resulting in many goals being intercepted.

It is very difficult to score goals without the cooperation of the players. Slytherin did not care what tricks Gryffindor played and rushed in several times with the Quaffle.

Fortunately, Wood stopped them all. He wouldn't have been able to stop the ball otherwise.

Marcus shot a Bludger and flew toward the knocker, followed closely by the Quaffle, and Wood had no way to start.

George and Fred holding sticks were not nearby, so they could only score goals. If he was knocked unconscious, Slytherin's goals would be even more difficult to contain.

"Marcus Flint scores a goal and Slytherin scores ten points!"

Marcus shook his hand at Wood and showed a successful smile.