The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

May 3rd, Saturday.

Quidditch finals this school year.

The opponent is the Ravenclaw team.

The prelude to this crucial game is not peaceful. When some students meet in the corridors and auditorium, they will say harsh words to the other college to intimidate the other team. The classic nursery rhyme "Weasley is Our King" reappears. Castle, but the version sung is different.

Ron heard different reactions from different versions, either with a proud expression enjoying the attention, or with a nervous face and pale face, and trembling fingers.

Despite this, considering the strength gap between the two sides, the audience generally reached a consensus: Gryffindor will retain the championship.

Thanks to Draco Malfoy's withdrawal from the team, Slytherin's new seeker is mediocre, and the Hufflepuff team's new lineup is still in the running-in period. In the first few games of this school year, the Gryffindor team All were won by big scores, and the court scores were weighted and converted into college points, resulting in almost no suspense in the College Cup.

Ravenclaw had only one way to reverse the situation, and that was to win the Quidditch championship with a 300-point lead.

The chance is very slim, after all, there are no winning or losing odds in underground handicap.

The Ravenclaw team has been at the bottom for a long time. It is not as good as Slytherin, whose tactics are fierce and unscrupulous, not as good as Hufflepuff, who cooperates and plays steadily, and not as good as Gryffindor, who dares to fight and fight hard. What's even more fatal is that the handover of new and old players is in a mess. New players join in the new school year, and it takes a season to complete the running-in. At the end of the year, old players graduate and leave, and the process is repeated the next year.

Chambers replaced Samuels, Bradley replaced Ingleby, and then captain Roger Davis graduated and left. In the blink of an eye, even Qiu Zhang was graduating.

The two teams entered the stadium and greeted each other.

When Harry shook hands with Qiu Zhang, he couldn't help but look in a daze when he saw the gentle but resolute oriental face.

"Don't underestimate us!"

Qiu Zhang chuckled softly, letting go of his right hand and holding the broom handle again. His thick black hair was tied into a high ponytail behind his head. He was wearing a Ravenclaw uniform, blue and bronze intertwined. The robes were hunting, and he looked somewhat heroic. The meaning of sassy.

"come on."

Harry responded dully, after all, their chaser Ginny was beside him, looking at him with a smile, but her eyes were a little unkind.

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the two teams took off into the air, Quaffles and Bludgers were flying around, and broomsticks carried the players through the air.

Harry and Qiu Zhang did not fight, but wandered around the field separately, each looking for the hidden Golden Snitch.

All the players in Ravenclaw were holding their breath. They were in surprisingly good condition. Every position was performing beyond normal performance. There was a reverse pass to score, and here they immediately organized an eagle-headed offensive formation to catch up.

The heavy bat was rounded and hit the Bludger, making a dull and cheerful sound.

You can see the Quaffle moving back and forth between the players at every moment, and the two sides are constantly exchanging ball rights.

The deafening cheers were like a tidal wave, rising and falling one after another.

"Bang!!"

The Quaffle poured into the scoring ring at a tricky angle.

The flying eagle wing flag is a bit cool.

Loren, who was sitting in the back row of the audience, sighed in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that the offensive and defensive game had ended, and the Ravenclaw players were whistling and flying back. The Gryffindor players were not discouraged. They gathered near the ring, bumped fists with each other, teased the goalkeeper and captain, and immediately launched a counterattack formation.

"Congratulations to Ravenclaw for scoring again. The current score is 110 to 110. Ravenclaw tied the score..."

Loren lowered his head and said to Hermione next to him: "This new Hufflepuff commentator is so boring, his voice is mediocre, and his commentary has no highlights. Alas, Luna did a good commentary in the last game, so why was she fired? What a pity..."

Hermione didn't bother to talk to him, the commentator who was banned for life.

...In the bathroom, the sunlight shines through the stained glass, making mottled light spots on the wall, bright and brilliant.

The cheers from the stadium reached the castle, leaving only a vague noise.

Draco Malfoy's ears twitched slightly. He faced the mirror and held his hands on the edge of the pool. His head was lowered. He looked slender and thin in a white shirt.

Myrtle's blue and transparent head poked out from the wall behind her, a pair of eyes looked at him from behind thick white round glasses, and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Water drops dripped into the pool, making an ethereal ticking sound.

"Don't be like this..." Myrtle suddenly panicked. She had always cried in front of others. This was the first time someone cried in front of her. She was a little overwhelmed. "Tell me what it is, and maybe I can help you. Even if I can't do it, I can still find my friends..."

"That's enough."

Draco took a deep breath: "The matter of my coming here must be kept secret and must not be revealed."

"All right……"

Myrtle responded softly. She could understand this feeling. She was bullied when she was alive. She was always alone and could only talk to the mirror in the bathroom.

Draco turned on the faucet, poured a handful of cold water on his face, rubbed the water droplets away, and felt the coldness of the lake water, and he gradually calmed down.

He raised his head and looked at the mirror. The hazy water mist condensed on the mirror. It was white and blurry. He couldn't see the face of the person in the mirror clearly. Draco showed a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Myrtle, you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you familiar with this castle?"

Myrtle felt a little strange, not knowing why he asked that, but still answered: "Yes, Myrtle has been in Hogwarts for decades. Myrtle is familiar with every place in this castle, towers, dungeons, kitchens, common rooms..."

"What about the principal's office?"

"Professor McGonagall doesn't let ghosts go there, but Principal Dumbledore never minds. I occasionally go to him to discuss the lines of the play. Did you watch the last Halloween performance? The hymns in it were written by Mr. Dumbledore. He is very accomplished in this area."

"..."

Draco's breath hit the mirror, and the water vapor gradually condensed into small water droplets. His voice was very light, almost whispering: "I have a request."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Draco looked at the mirror in front of him, and the water droplets flowed down in streams. The blurred mirror surface gradually became clear, and the face reflected in the mirror also became clear, but it was divided by water marks and looked fragmented.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Myrtle repeated.

Draco's eyes gradually cleared up, and he slowly exhaled: "It's okay, I wanted to ask if Headmaster Dumbledore was in the office, but now I don't need to, I'll go find him directly."

"Oh, are you confused, he's watching the final at the Quidditch stadium."

"Yeah, I'm really confused, sorry."

"It's okay, we're friends."

"..."

Draco walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the monster statue slowly.

When he passed the corridor with open windows, he heard long cheers coming from a distance, and it sounded like Gryffindor had won.