Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

And so it was until the second week.

Before the game started, everyone in Hufflepuff became nervous and in no mood to do anything else. It was obviously the weekend, but there was no one in the common room to catch up on their homework.

The outcome of this game will determine who can get the match point and take the initiative in the finals. They cannot help but ignore it.

Harris was so nervous that he was like a wind-up toy, walking aimlessly around the lounge with a broom and repeating the precautions he had said a dozen times.

Next to him, two batters were practicing swinging their bats.

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor are the best beaters.

In order not to hold back the team, they can only use this method to slightly make up for the gap in strength.

However, Kyle felt that if things continued like this, the two of them would probably be sent to the school hospital before the game due to arm weakness.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout sent a pot of soothing sunflowers, which allowed them to save their arms.

Since Hufflepuff won the championship last year, Professor Sprout has also become interested in Quidditch.

The sunflower she brought this time is a rare plant, a bit like the three-headed dog among magical animals, very rare.

In addition to relieving mood, its flowers and leaves are also the main ingredients for making elixirs.

Kyle was a little jealous, but this was obviously not the time to make plans for Sunflower.

After finally waiting until noon, when they entered the auditorium, everyone looked over.

Surprisingly, except for Gryffindor, almost everyone in the auditorium supported Hufflepuff.

Needless to say, the people of Slytherin were more unwilling to see Gryffindor win than to lose themselves.

Ravenclaw's thoughts were complicated. Although they had a clean sheet in the last game, as long as Gryffindor fell behind by a big margin this time, they would be able to wash away their shame.

Look...it's not that we are weak, it's just that our opponent is too strong. It's the same for everyone.

It's like a test. It doesn't matter if you get a perfect score, as long as everyone else fails.

And there is no difference between a zero score and a failing grade to some extent.

For Gryffindor, this is the first time they have encountered such a one-sided support rate, and this kind of treatment is usually reserved for Slytherin.

While eating, Wood was so angry that he almost broke the plate into pieces.

"Don't care what those people say, we are the best!"

Looking at the gloomy atmosphere around him, Wood pushed away the plate of steak in front of him that had been cut into dumpling fillings, and encouraged others: "The support rate doesn't mean anything. We have to win the game and tell them who is Hogg." Watts’ best team.”

"You're right!"

Chaser Angelina also pushed away the plate in front of her, raised a glass of pumpkin juice high, and said firmly: "Then let them see who is the strongest!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two more glasses of pumpkin juice were lifted up.

"Hey, don't forget we're Gryffindor."

"This look should not be on our dinner table."

It's Fred and George.

"Yeah, you're right."

"We can definitely win!"

More and more people started to raise their glasses, and then everyone laughed, and the previous low atmosphere was instantly swept away.

Harry was among them, with his arms raised high and his face flushed with excitement.

…

After lunch, the game is about to start.

As students arrived on the Quidditch pitch one after another, the stands became more and more lively.

In the team locker room, Harris said those words of encouragement as usual.

"Captain, you have said these words eight hundred times, let us be quiet for a while."

Goalkeeper Ferro peered out of the door, took a deep breath and said: "The stands are full of people supporting us. I feel more nervous than in last year's final. What if I don't perform well...

Wait, who is that person... Oh my god, Dumbledore is here too! "

"Dumbledore?"

The locker room fell silent instantly, and everyone rushed to the door to confirm.

"Very good!"

After seeing the silver-white beard, Harris waved his arms excitedly and said, "If Dumbledore was here to watch the game, Snape would never dare to embarrass Kyle too much!"

The biggest problem that troubled him was solved at once... This made Harris feel relaxed.

Soon, the door to the locker room was opened, and the players lined up to walk to the field.

"Look, the Hufflepuff players are entering!"

Li Jordan's voice was remembered in the stands.

"They are the most vocal team. Their strength is no worse than Gryffindor. They defeated Slytherin's Ravenclaw in the last game and couldn't even get a single point in front of them."

By belittling two teams that support Hufflepuff at once, Li Jordan's intention to provoke is simply too obvious.

But his words were soon drowned out in a chorus of boos, as snack packages and multi-flavor beans rained down at him, along with several pairs of shoes.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand and gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Oh, sorry Professor McGonagall, I was just telling the truth."

The boos around him got louder.

Even Snape, who was the referee, gave Li Jordan a hard look and wondered if he should be allowed to enjoy Kyle's treatment the next time he went to Potions class.

Li Qiaodan felt cold all over for no reason, as if he was being targeted by something terrible.

Seeing that he had offended the public, he did not dare to bring in private goods anymore and began to explain in a formal manner.

"This commentator is very good at making people's mentality. It will be very ugly if we lose, and it will also become a stepping stone for Gryffindor."

On the field, Cedric whispered.

"It doesn't matter, just win."

Kyle said with a smile: "As long as we also give Gryffindor a zero point, he will not say such things next time."

"Then I have to catch the snitch as soon as possible."

Cedric smiled too.

Soon, the captains of both sides shook hands, Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle, and the game began.

Kyle took advantage of his broom and grabbed the Quaffle first.

Harris followed him tacitly, and the two of them rushed towards the Gryffindor goal post.

Angelina and Spinnet wanted to intercept it, but their broomsticks couldn't catch up with Nimbus 2000, so they could only follow from a distance.

A Bludger hit by Fred was easily dodged by Kyle.

Kyle, who came to the scoring area, pretended to pass the ball to Harris on the left, then threw back and threw the ball towards the right goal post.

The cheers in the stands stopped, and everyone stared nervously at the Quaffle.

Only Li Qiaodan was still explaining quickly:

"Kyle threw the ball...it was a fake again...Wood could...beautifully, Wood saw through his trick, the ball was blocked, and now the initiative comes to Gryffindor!"