The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The broom had not been used for a long time, and there was a thin layer of dust on it. Tom sat in an armchair in the common room and wiped the dust off with a rag. Of course he could use magic, but he didn't want to do that today, and the process of wiping the broom a little bit made him more peaceful.

Today's game, he wants to win. Although he was only a substitute, although he and the team had not practiced together for more than a year, and although the outcome of the game had no effect on him, he woke up in the morning and came with a broom. After the common room, he felt he still wanted to win.

He was curious what the mysterious reward of the system was. More importantly, he is about to fly in the sky for at least an hour in the rain, so he can't be a failure, right?

Come here, let's fight seriously.

Sweeping Qixing was wiped clean by him, and he also applied a layer of wax, which looked like new.

Although this broom is very old, it is a "sweep seven stars and reform". Professor Flitwick has optimized this broom so that it is no longer an ordinary and outdated broom, but a weapon that Tom can rely on. .

Tom had just finished cleaning his broom when he felt something rubbing against his leg, and as soon as he bent down, he picked up Crookshanks as he passed by.

"Aren't we doing well today?" He patted Crookshanks on the ass.

"Meow~" Crookshanks moaned comfortably.

"That's good." Tom started stunned, taking Crookshanks in his arms and reclining in the armchair.

Cats, people, stoves, armchairs. It would have been a great Saturday morning if not for a game.

After a while, other teammates of the team also appeared in the lounge one after another. Captain Rich stuffed him with a waterproof Ravenclaw shirt. The whole team changed their uniforms together before walking towards the auditorium downstairs.

The seven members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team appeared together in the auditorium with great momentum, and overwhelmed the Gryffindor team more than one end: they came to the auditorium sporadically to eat, and they did not Wear a team uniform. So the Richie Seven immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of applause from the long table of Ravenclaw Academy, mixed with a few cheers.

This caused Wood, who entered the auditorium behind the Ravenclaw team, to be in a dilemma for a while. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and face other people's gazes and quickly walked through the auditorium and came to the table in his academy. When he sat down, he saw Tom in the seven, which made his jaw drop.

"It's just some fancy tricks, and Ravenclaw will do these little tricks." Arya comforted Wood, but Wood obviously cared more about Tom.

"I didn't expect Yodel to get involved. Didn't he quit the Quidditch team long ago?" He said to himself a little uneasy: "Is he the secret weapon of the Ravenclaw team?"

"No," Fred and George answered in unison, "we saw Roger from Ravenclaw go to the school hospital last night, probably injured, and he was still in the hospital this morning, which means that Tom was a temporary replacement."

Hearing this news, Wood's frowning brows suddenly loosened, and he instantly relaxed. But soon he realized something was wrong.

"Last night I watched the dorm you walked into, and you didn't come out until I went to bed - how did you know that Roger was injured?" Wood suddenly found a loophole in the words of the two.

Fred's expression froze on his face - they knew it because he and George had a magical map called Marauder's Map that could see where everyone was at Hogwarts, and he had seen it with his own eyes yesterday. Roger was brought to the infirmary with Rich and Madam Pomfrey, and Roger was still lying in the infirmary this morning.

This item, the Marauder Map, is not enough for outsiders! If it is said that he and George went out late at night and heard about it, not to mention how they knew the news, just the fact that he dared to stay up late before the game and go out is enough to make Woodson tear them apart.

So he was completely unable to explain his sources.

"Eat first!" He picked up a piece of bread and ran away.

In any case, Fred still brought good news, which made Wood's appetite a lot better, and managed to eat two slices of bread and a few slices of bacon. Before games in the past, Wood was often too nervous to eat.

The number of people in the auditorium gradually increased, and even Hermione came out of the lounge with the furry Crookshanks in her arms. Today, she wears a hat that can wrap her hair in, and a thick robe that covers almost every inch of her body-she looks like she has been rectified hundreds of times due to complaints. The next two-dimensional character modeling, that is, wrapping a military coat can be a little more conservative than her dress.

"Giveyoufive!" She gave Tom a high five, holding Crookshanks' cat paw.

"Hope it brings you good luck—no rabbit feet, just cat claws," Hermione said with a smile. Rabbit feet are believed to be good luck talismans in many parts of Europe, Africa, and the Americas, and rabbits who could talk would certainly refute this.

"It's time to go." Richie glanced at the time, drank the broth and bread in the bowl, stood up, and took his players to the stadium.

The popularity of Quidditch can be seen from today's weather and stadium attendance - Hogwarts is an open court, and spectators have to use umbrellas to watch the game on rainy days! As a result, in today's weather conditions, the audience on the court was still packed. On his way to the stadium, Tom could see a steady stream of students walking towards the stadium with umbrellas.

The rain was heavier than in the early morning, and the raindrops were crackling on the ground, and even forming a curtain of rain over the edge of the little wizards' umbrellas~www.wuxiamtl.com~The weather is terrible," Tom looked at the sky that showed no sign of clearing. said.

"This is a good thing, the worse the weather, the greater our advantage." Seeker Albert looked at his clear face mask and gloated a little: Now the Gryffindor players, I'm afraid they have become scumbags, right?

really.

Wood didn't turn his head around and didn't think of equipping the players with waterproof cloaks, and now they were trudging through the rain. Everyone was soaking wet.

Harry looked up at the sky, and felt extremely frustrated: it seems that since the beginning of this summer vacation, everything has not been going well for him, and there is no good weather even for Quidditch.

This weather is exactly the same as his mood.

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