Hogwarts , my sister is Hermione

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, I am Lee Jordan, and I will be the commentator for this game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. So without further ado, let the game begin!"

The entire stadium was filled with Lee Jordan's voice.

"Okay, now let me take a look at the current situation on the court, oh!

It was Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson who grabbed the Quaffle. That girl was an excellent Chaser!

By the way, here is a little tidbit for you. Alia Spinnet, Gryffindor’s other Chaser, could not participate in this competition due to some reasons, so they found Louis Gryffindor.

Ranger!”

"Yes, yes, you heard it right, that piece of gossip is correct..."

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan, a good friend of the Weasley brothers, whenever he went off topic while explaining, he would be reminded by Professor McGonagall to get back to the topic.

"The game continued with Angelina Johnson passing the Quaffle to Louis Granger, who, like Harry, was on the Quidditch pitch at the same time in the history of Hogwarts.

The Chaser - wait, wait, what did I discover, Louis Granger was coming along in leaps and bounds, and he was so nimble riding his Nimbus 2000 - he dodged the Slytherin beaters as they wandered away

The attack of the ball - wait, there was a Bludger - it was blocked by Gryffindor Beater George? Or Fred Weasley. Even if I were their best friend, I couldn't tell the difference.

Clear them both - the Bludger hit Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain, in the head - that must have hurt - oh, wait, oh! Louis Granger with the Quaffle

Rushing towards the Slytherin goal post - Keeper Blake dives over - misses - Gryffindor scores!"

The Gryffindor auditorium immediately erupted into cheers that echoed throughout the world, of course mixed with Slytherin's curses and frustration.

Seeing himself score a point, Louis was very excited. He was almost hit by a Bludger just now, but luckily he had teammates.

Thinking about it, Louis looked at George and Fred. There was no way he could tell the twins apart.

"Hey, Louis did a great job!" Katie Bell praised Louis.

"Come on!" Louis smiled and made a cheering gesture.

Then he went on to engage in fierce competition.

"Okay, here's Derrian Pousse from Slytherin, and now he has the Quaffle in his hand - he passes the ball to Flint - and oh my god, the Quaffle has been stolen by Granger.

, Gryffindor got the ball, yes, steal, this is a new word I learned, but I think it is very suitable here - Louis Granger, he dodged two Bludgers - he

Goal past two more Slytherin beaters and Adrian Pusey - and finally Blackie the Keeper - Gryffindor scores! Oh my God, Louis the Gryffindor Chaser

·Granger is so fast, it’s like a hurricane, yes Gryffindor’s hurricane!”

The Gryffindor auditorium erupted into another burst of fierce cheers. Louis was immersed in this feeling for a moment. It felt so good to have everyone cheering because you scored a goal. He had never been so happy.

Pass!

At this time, Lee Jordan's sudden voice pulled him back, "Look, what is that, the Golden Snitch! The Golden Snitch has appeared!"

Louis found that no one was taking over the Quaffle at this time, and everyone seemed to be focusing on the Golden Snitch. He immediately took the Quaffle and flew towards Slytherin's goal post.

"Harry Potter, Gryffindor's Seeker, was chasing the Snitch - and so was Terrence Higgin, Slytherin's Seeker, and both of them were chasing the Snitch - and now Harry

Leigh takes the lead - wait, what! Louis Granger shot 4 consecutive balls in the past few minutes, Gryffindor, score!"

"Wait, what happened? Marcus Flint just hit Potter, and Harry almost lost control of his broom. Unfortunately, he seemed to have it under control! This is definitely a foul..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Okay, I mean... Marcus Flint's despicable cheating just now..."

"Jordan, let me remind you..."

"Okay, okay, just now the Gryffindor player almost encountered life-threatening danger. This kind of thing is very normal in Quidditch matches, so Gryffindor's free throw was taken by Johnson, passed it around, and went to Gryffindor.

In Jay's hands, the game continues and Gryffindor continues to have the ball!"

Louis held the Quaffle in one hand and held the broom tightly in the other. He was about to try to score again when he suddenly felt that he seemed to be unable to control his broom.

His broom was shaking, as if it was resisting something under his control. He frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, and looked at the teacher's desk.

Professor Quirrell was reciting a spell. He found that Snape also noticed his situation and moved his mouth. He felt a little relieved.

But with his current broom, he shouldn't be able to score, so he passed the ball to Angelina Johnson.

But at this moment, he found that he couldn't control the broom at all. His broom flew higher and higher, trying to throw him out.

This made Louis very painful, because the Quaffle was snatched by Slytherin just now and successfully scored. He cursed in his heart: Damn Quirrell, shouldn't you be casting a curse on Harry's broom? Why is it me?

Suddenly, he found that the broom seemed to stop shaking and he could control the broom again!

So he immediately controlled the broom, successfully grabbed the Quaffle from among the Slytherin players, and once again staged a wave of hurricane operations.

When the scoring was completed, Louis looked at Harry and saw one of his hands dropped on the broom, and it seemed that he was about to fall the next moment. The Weasley brothers had already come under Harry, planning to wait for Harry to fall.

When he caught Harry, he thought for a moment and looked towards Hermione. Now only Hermione could help him solve this trouble.

Hermione held the telescope and saw Harry's situation. She frowned and felt something was wrong. She looked at Louis again, only to find that he was also looking at her, and his mouth seemed to be saying something.

That's... Qi... Luo?

Hermione immediately searched the crowd with a telescope, and soon found Quirrell's figure. He was mumbling something. Wait, Professor Snape was also mumbling? What's going on?

Her mind was a little confused, and she thought about what Louis and Ron had said before, about the flying lessons, and what Louis said just now, and she decided to believe her brother.

So she secretly went behind the professor's chair and cast a small fire magic on Quirrell's robe.

The flames burned for more than twenty seconds before Quirrell discovered it. The professor was somewhat panicked and helped Quirrell put out the fire.

At this time, Harry also found that his broomstick seemed to be back under his control.

At this moment, a golden thing flew before his eyes.

After seeing Hermione leave, Louis felt relieved and went to grab the Quaffle alone. However, without the cover of his teammates, his scoring efficiency was greatly reduced, but it can be said to be pretty good.

In the time just now, he scored a total of 3 goals, and most of the time he scored goals while walking alone with at least 3 people behind him. It was thanks to the speed rune.

But just as he was dazed, a bludger flew from nowhere, and he narrowly escaped by lying on the broom.

Just when he was trying to find out who had called the Bludger, he suddenly heard a whistle.

"At the end of the game, Harry Potter got the Golden Snitch! He got 150 points! Oh my god, I suddenly discovered something. Slytherin didn't get a single goal, but Gryffindor got 100 points.

! They scored 10 goals!" Lee Jordan explained excitedly, and at this moment, Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and whispered to him a few words.

Lee Jordan was even more excited: "Oh my God, I got the latest news. Louis Granger alone scored 9 goals! He really deserves the title of Hurricane I gave him! Just like

A hurricane wiped out Slytherin!"

"Wow! Granger, hurricane! Granger, hurricane! Granger..."

Gryffindor cheered again!

And everyone called out Louis' surname and title in unison.

Listening to Lee Jordan's praise and the cheers of the entire college, Louis felt a little bit carried away. Hurricane? It's a good title, but I think Lightning might be more suitable for me.

Thinking about it, Louis looked at his broom and smiled.

…

After the game, Louis immediately approached Professor McGonagall: "Teacher!"

Professor McGonagall stopped walking back, with a smile on her face, and looked at Louis with even more caring eyes:

"Louis, what's the matter? I think I will agree to whatever you ask for now."

"Teacher, my broom lost control for a while during the competition. Harry's broom seems to be in a similar situation!" Louis said.

Mag's face suddenly became serious: "What's going on? Please tell me in detail."