This Hogwarts isn't normal.

One goal, two goals, three goals.

The game is approaching half an hour, and no matter where the Quaffle appears on the field, Vincent will knock it out of the field.

Davis' mentality was a bit broken, so he pulled another chaser to form a triangle with Egil.

Unfortunately, the effect is not very great. It can only delay a little bit of time, but cannot affect the ending of the Quaffle being knocked away.

As an audience member, Draco really wanted to sing a song, but thinking of his dean's "order", he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Another ten minutes passed, and the anxious Davis finally succeeded in touching the Quaffle.

The next second, Vincent flew over at an extremely terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Quaffle was thrown towards the Gryffindor goal.

Just as Wood was about to defend, it was suddenly caught by a big hand.

"Wayne stopped the Quaffle, is he finally going to score?"

Under countless pairs of expectant eyes, Vincent threw it up and swept it with the tail of his broom.

The Quaffle, which flew nearly two hundred feet outside the court, was thrown back onto the court by Mrs. Hooch.

The pressure on the Ravenclaw team was increasing.

He could obviously hit the goal, but he hit the ball off the field every time.

The first one to collapse was the extremely timid Egil.

"Captain, why don't we admit defeat?"

"No!" Davis chased Vincent with determination.

Egil clenched his fists as if he was infected.

To score, just 10 points is enough.

Once they get started, their momentum will come back.

The speed of his six-star sweep increased to the extreme, and he circled behind Vincent one step ahead of Davis.

"Give me the Quaffle!"

This hysterical roar made the audience and players focus on him.

Fred and George looked at each other, silently looking at a flying Bludger.

With a "Peng" sound, Egil received a heavy blow on the back of his head.

If he hadn't been wearing a protective helmet, he would probably have suffered a concussion at least.

Without thinking, Vincent threw away the Quaffle and grabbed him with both hands.

Davis caught the ball and threw it out, and then looked at Egil who was holding his broom steady.

Without this pull, maybe he wouldn't have fallen.

Wood in front of the goal hugged the Quaffle firmly, "Fred! George!"

The twins who almost caused disaster made faces at him.

The game continues.

Egil seemed to be a different person, and several times he almost blocked the Quaffle flying out of the field.

Davis was a little distracted.

The team has always been a unit, and he shouldn't be too obsessed with winning.

Mrs. Hooch is right.

"Harry caught the Golden Snitch, game over!"

180:0

After many years, Gryffindor finally won the championship trophy again.

Wood cried bitterly and hugged Harry excitedly.

"I originally thought I wouldn't be able to win the championship until graduation, Harry."

He looked towards Vincent who was shaking hands with Davis in a friendly manner, "Wayne, come here quickly!"

Vincent let go of his hand with resistance on his face, "That's what Wood is like, he married himself to Quidditch.

"It's quite interesting." Davis chuckled, "Wayne, I have to thank you for saving Egil."

"I just don't want my teammates to make big mistakes."

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously, "We will become stronger next year."

"We'll see." Vincent flew towards Wood reluctantly.

"Captain, I——"

"Come on, let's go together."

Egil's timid little face was full of energy.

In this game, Gryffindor gained victory and Ravenclaw also grew.

Mag in the stands wiped the tears from his face.

It's because of this that she loves the sport of Quidditch so much.

Grow through failure and keep growing.

Even if there is no victory, every player will gradually become stronger.

…

…

The castle at Hogwarts tonight belongs to Gryffindor.

The entire auditorium was decorated with red and gold decorations, and even the dinner was red.

Fred and George got a bottle of red wine from somewhere and were uncorking it secretly.

"Here's to the great victory!"

After taking a sip, both of them choked on the bitter and strong wine.

"Merlin, do so many people really like to drink this crap?"

Across a long table, Draco shouted "bumpkin" loudly, but finally sat down.

Although he has never drank before, he still has a basic understanding of wine.

If they drink it directly from Kaifeng, no matter how good the wine is, it will taste bitter.

To put it more elegantly, it is called taste, and only those who don’t understand it call it drink.

George pushed the cork back on the bottle and held it to Cedric at the next table with a look of disgust on his face.

"You want me to take the blame again?"

"No, no, no, I gave this to you."

Cedric quickly put it back in George's arms, "Do you believe what you said?"

"Uh-I don't believe it."

On the way back, George was caught by Percy.

Possession of red wine must be severely punished!

With the addition of Fred, the whole auditorium became agitated.

Vincent enjoys his dinner quietly.

"There are still 27 days until the exam, and I have to start reviewing from tomorrow." Hermione put down the tableware in her hand.

She seemed to be suppressing her urge for food.

You need to do the same amount of exercise as you eat.

This will further compress the review time, and ultimately lead to grades that are not up to expectations.

"It's only 27 days, it's not too late to review in the last week." Lavender added a large plate of pork chops.

"Look at Lockhart, he allocates his time very well, and he publishes a new book every year."

Hermione's momentary discomfort returned to normal, "He has persisted for 9 years, and I believe this year will be no exception."

"Oh, Merlin..." Lavender put down the knife in his hand, "You are simply a devil!"

Among the girls, Lockhart seems to be quite popular.

The reason is that in the past week, major newspapers have begun to introduce some of his deeds in detail.

Boys just stopped reading after reading the title, and some even unsubscribed directly.

"The Quibbler" is a breath of fresh air, but the content in it is too weird.

The text is either written in reverse or written in magic runes.

Only Lavender likes both.

"Exams..." Vincent held his chin.

"What's wrong?" Neville looked towards the ceiling, "Is there anything there?"

"No, I'm just wondering who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is."

"Isn't it Snape?"

"It's better to be him." Vincent suddenly laughed evilly, "Do you think he cast this curse?"

"Uh--" Neville shrank his neck back, "If you can't get it, you will be destroyed?"

"Not really."

"That's right."

Based on Snape's personality, he really doesn't look like someone who would cast a curse.

"I heard it was cast by the mysterious man." Alfred whispered over, "He wants to prevent the birth of anything that may threaten his existence, so--"

He didn't say the rest of the words, but Vincent knew he was referring to Harry.

Voldemort has this motive, and he is indeed the biggest suspect.

...

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------Digression-------

Transition chapter, the first grade will soon end.