Harry Potter's Dharma

Today's auditorium was completely filled with chatter and discussion. Almost every student's face was filled with excitement. For wizards, Quidditch was like the NBA and the World Cup. Its attraction could not be described with the word 'terrifying'. Any wizard who had even the slightest interest in sports would not be able to resist the attraction of Quidditch.

Once they saw Zheng Fan, the eyes of the Slytherin students lit up.

"Sir!

Do your best!

Beat those cowards from Gryffindor! "

"Slytherin will win!

Zheng Fan will win! "

"Let them have a taste of our power!"

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan shrugged. He was still not used to this kind of atmosphere. It was not a problem for him to take the initiative to stir up trouble, but for him to accept everyone's cheers, he still needed some practice.

Sitting at the dining table, Zheng Fan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. The enthusiasm of these students when it came to Quidditch was terrifying. He thought that it was crazy enough for him to pull his team members out to train during class, but he did not expect these students to be even crazier than him.

No wonder the team members did not have any negative emotions when they were pulled out for training after being cursed by him. Perhaps to them, being able to train more was a happy thing.

Looking at Zheng Fan's expression, a few of the Quidditch players laughed. Today, they were the emperor of the academy. No one would make things difficult for them. And Zheng Fan's slightly embarrassed expression was no doubt a catalyst for their good mood.

"Captain, why didn't I see you this shy when you beat up the class leaders in front of all the students?" Derian said proudly.

Zheng Fan glanced at him and laughed coldly.

"Derian, remember this. If you don't get 50 points today, you'll know the next time we train."

After saying that, Zheng Fan began to pour himself some milk. Milk with honey, and a sandwich with grilled sausages. Breakfast was just too perfect.

At this moment, two figures appeared behind Zheng Fan. It was Hermione and Penello, who had accompanied her.

Under everyone's gaze, Hermione's face was flushed red as she handed a small crystal pendant to Zheng Fan.

"A good luck charm. Although it's just a muggle thing, I hope you can accept it."

Zheng Fan hurriedly took it and looked at Hermione with a serious face.

"Thank you for your token of love, Hermione. I'm suddenly filled with motivation."

"You …" Hermione helplessly covered her face and sighed. "Do your best. Many people in our academy support you. Although this doesn't mean that everyone supports Slytherin … Anyway, everyone is watching you. You must not embarrass yourself!"

"Don't worry, who am I? Even if Billy did something embarrassing, I wouldn't do it."

Hearing this, Billy, who was sitting next to Zheng Fan, expressed his hurt.

In the whole team, except for Zheng Fan, it was not their first time participating in the competition, so as a whole, they were not nervous at all. Everyone ate their electric rice happily as their classmates cheered them on.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, was not so lucky.

Under everyone's gaze, the newly appointed ball seeker, Harry Potter, was sitting at the dining table with a look of despair on his face.

His good friend, Ronald Weasley, kept piling food onto Harry's plate. He thought it was delicious, but in fact, it was so oily that it made Harry want to vomit. "Eat some!

Harry!

You must eat some!

Gryffindor's hope of victory, the hope of defeating Zheng Fan, all depends on you. You must win! "

His words undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Harry. Harry, who already had no appetite, heard his words and looked at the pile of fish and meat in front of him, lost his appetite even more. Just then, Wood happened to pass by. Seeing the situation, he smiled and came over. "What's wrong? You're so nervous that you can't eat?"

As he spoke, he took a few slices of bread and put some lettuce, eggs, and tomatoes on it. He originally wanted to put it on Harry's plate, but when he saw the pile of meat on Harry's plate, he frowned and put it in Harry's hand.

"Eat some of this. You'll feel better."

Harry gratefully took the sandwich and stood up. "I'll eat while I walk, Wood. Everyone is preparing. I can't fall behind."

As he spoke, the two of them walked to the arena together.

Looking at Harry's back, Ronald gnawed on his drumstick and showed an angry expression. Recently, he had felt that Harry and he were becoming less and less sincere. They were clearly friends, weren't they?

But why did it seem like Harry had more friends now?

He, Ronald, was Harry Potter's best friend!

If this special status was replaced by someone else, would he still be special in school?

The younger brother of the twins?

The younger brother of the head prefect?

God, what's the use of these?

Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a little annoyed.

At eleven o 'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school had gathered in the stands around the Quidditch stadium.

Many students even brought binoculars.

The seats were directly lifted into the air by magic, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game clearly.

367 Slytherin and Gryffindor. The students from the two participating academies had come up with their own means of cheering. Under Malfoy's lead, the students from Slytherin had made quite a number of huge banners. It was as easy as flipping one's hand for a bunch of rich kids like them to buy something like that.

James, the head prefect, helped raise the banners and said, "What about Flint?

Although he's retired, he's still the one who knows Quidditch the best. He should be the commentator for us. Look at the commentator hired by Professor McGonagall. One look and you can tell that he's biased towards Gryffindor. "

Hearing this, everyone started to look for him.

"I don't think Flint is here. I haven't seen him anywhere.

"That's strange. Could it be that he felt embarrassed and decided not to come?" The students of Slytherin were puzzled.

On the other side, outside the players' lounge of Gryffindor, a person came.

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There was a traffic jam today. I'm too tired to write after going home. As usual, I'll write on weekends.

Shame, shame …