Harry Potter's Dharma

"Who is it?" Hearing the knock on the door, Wood went to open the door curiously. Then, he could not help but show an angry expression.

"Marcus Flint?

What are you doing here? "

Hearing Wood's suddenly raised voice, the Gryffindor players rushed out of the lounge. They looked like they were going to start a fight immediately. Everyone had been angry with Flint, the former Quidditch captain of Slytherin, for a long time.

This guy was a human-shaped monster. He never played well when he was playing. He always used various loopholes in the rules to knock people down. Several students were knocked down by him and did not want to play Quidditch anymore. This matter had made Wood angry for a long time. If it were not for the fact that the game was about to start, he would have gone up and fought with Flint.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Flint broke into a wide grin, revealing his jagged teeth. "Hehe, do you feel so pressured just by looking at me?

Gryffindor's little chicks. "

"Say that again!" Wood was furious. He took off his jersey and threw it to the side.

Looking at the red-faced Wood, Flint smiled. "Forget it. I'm not here to have a conflict with you today. I just want to tell you something."

Hearing this, the Gryffindor players frowned and looked at him.

Tell us something?

Tell us what?

"A little letter about Zheng Fan, 990.

“ Zheng Fan?

We are very clear about his strength, and he doesn't like to win by fouling like you. I'm very happy that he can become the Quidditch captain of Slytherin. "Wood's mouth twitched. He did not hide his disdain for Flint.

Flint narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous look, but then he adjusted back.

"How much do you know?

I can only tell you that you know too little. Let me tell you something that is really useful! "

In the locker room, the players changed into the green and silver Slytherin uniforms. Zheng Fan was particularly satisfied with this uniform. It was the uniform and the hat. It was really good.

Seeing the players put on their uniforms one by one, Zheng Fan clapped his hands.

"That's great, lads. Logically speaking, I should say something to encourage you, but after thinking about it, I don't think there's much to say. We're definitely going to win today. The question is, how many points can we beat Gryffindor?"

"Captain, you seem to have set a flag." Someone raised his hand and said.

Zheng Fan glanced at it. It was the goalkeeper, Brage.

"Then to make up for my flag, Brage, you have to guard the goal. If you miss a ball, I can only put you on top of Hogwarts Castle."

"I think what you said before was too good. There was no flag at all." Brage's face was full of tears.

The only person in the team who was more nervous was Higgins. As the ball seeker, he was particularly stressed. There was no need to think about scoring with the Ghost Fly. With Zheng Fan, the other side would definitely be strong. But with the Golden Snitch, his level was only average. What if Harry Potter was really talented? What should he do?

Moreover, the biggest source of pressure was actually Zheng Fan. His team's captain was able to catch the Golden Snitch in just two minutes when the sky was almost dark and there was a strong wind. If he lost to Gryffindor in the Golden Snitch, the consequences would be unimaginable …

Zheng Fan noticed Higgins' situation, but he had nothing to say. He couldn't say that he would be the ball seeker and they would be in charge of the position temporarily. That would be too childish.

In the continuous cheers around the stadium, the players of the two teams walked out of the locker room together. Mrs. Hooch was the referee. She stood in the middle of the field, holding her flying broom in her hand and waiting for the players of both teams.

Zheng Fan walked in front of the team and looked at Gryffindor's team from afar. The corners of his mouth raised into a smile.

He remembered that in the original work, Gryffindor's ability was still very good. It seemed that he could look forward to a little.

However, when he saw the expressions of the Gryffindor players, Zheng Fan felt a little strange.

Why were these people looking at him as if he was an evil spirit?

When did he provoke them?

The players gathered around Mrs. Hooch. The gray-haired lady looked at the lineup of both teams and showed a satisfied smile.

"I'm very happy to see that today's game seems to be conducted in a more fair manner. Zheng, welcome to the Quidditch team."

Slytherin's batter burst out laughing. Mrs. Hooch's words were very explicit. Wasn't she saying, "Your former captain, Flint, would not play fair? It's great that he's not here anymore."

When the Gryffindor players heard this, their expressions became better.

"Everyone, please ride your flying brooms."

When they heard Mrs. Hooch's words, everyone rode their own brooms. Zheng Fan also rode his very modern silver broom. When they saw Zheng Fan's cool broom, the Gryffindor players showed a curious expression.

The fact that he could bring it into the stadium meant that it was a proper broom. There was no problem with it. But the design was too cool. How many adjustments did Zheng Fan make to his broom?

While they were thinking about these useless things, Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle with all her might.

Fifteen flying brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky!

As soon as they rose into the air, Angelina Johansson, Gryffindor's ball chaser, rushed forward like a flying ghost ball. She had a confident smile on her face. Although Flint had just betrayed Slytherin and told them a lot of information about Zheng Fan, she believed in her own skills and experience. The gap between them could not be made up by mere talent!

In a flash, she rushed in front of the ball. She smiled proudly and reached out to grab the flying ghost ball.

In the next second, a black shadow swept past.

Angelina was stunned and subconsciously looked back. She saw a silver-green gust of wind sweep across the entire stadium in an instant. It was as if it had teleported directly to Gryffindor's goal!

Wood roared and opened his hands to intercept the ball.

Zheng Fan, on the other hand, just threw it lightly and turned to leave.

Whoosh!

The ball brushed past Wood's fingers and fell into the goal.

"Slytherin has scored!"