Saturday morning, Quidditch match day.

Harry came to the auditorium early due to being too nervous.

Although Ron has been by his side to persuade him to relax.

But when he thought that all the people in Slytherin were using the fastest brooms that money could buy, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

And when he actually arrived at the auditorium, he found that the other members of the Gryffindor team were huddled around the long table with Lee Jordan, who was the student Quidditch commentator, talking and laughing, without any nervousness at all.

"Ah! Harry is here!"

George spotted Harry at a glance.

He took two steps forward and hugged Harry's neck, then brought him in front of everyone and said:

"Lee Jordan has great news for us!"

"Marcus Flint was seriously injured by our Master Shafiq and is receiving treatment in the school hospital." Fred continued, "Poor Slytherin team, they are going to be doomed!

"

Ron couldn't help but exclaimed:

"This is so cool!"

Harry asked:

"Then who is their current captain?"

"It's Master Shafik! And now he's not only the captain of the Slytherin team, he's also the Seeker!" George said with a smile, "He injured Marcus Flint, and Snape let him

When he became captain, he said that if he lost, John would be asked to clean the women's bathroom.

I know it's silly and funny, but it's definitely good news for us.

After all, as far as I know, Master Shafiq is still a Quidditch novice. I even heard that he doesn't even know the complete rules of Quidditch.

Against Harry, he probably wouldn't even be able to fight back!

That means we will definitely win!”

After George finished speaking, Fred and other Gryffindor team members beside him burst into laughter.

"Okay everyone, now is not the time to celebrate!" Gryffindor captain Wood said, "Harry, don't underestimate your opponent, and don't underestimate your opponent! You must be in the best condition!

Either catch the Golden Snitch before Shafiq does, or die on the field, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win!"

That's what it says.

But Wood also had a smile on his face when he spoke.

Obviously, he also felt that Gryffindor had a chance to win this game.

The Gryffindors around him were even more happy when they heard this.

Under this atmosphere, Harry's nervousness relaxed a lot.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.

It was a hot and humid day, with faint thunder in the air.

Harry and others first went to the locker room to change their equipment, and then walked to the arena.

They were greeted by a din of noise.

Mainly cheers, because both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but at the same time, boos and boos from the Slytherin crowd could also be heard.

Of course, they also saw the Slytherin team led by John.

But unlike what they expected, no one in the Slytherin team looked nervous or depressed at all.

On the contrary, these people seemed even more proud than before when Marcus Flint was around.

Even Draco, who had been robbed of his position as Seeker, held his head high.

"With John here, you will definitely lose this time! Scarhead!"

Draco's disgusting voice suddenly sounded.

This made Harry stunned for a moment.

And when he realized that Scarhead was talking about him, Harry immediately became angry.

He was about to retort when he heard the Quidditch referee Mrs. Hooch shout:

"Stop arguing, captains of both sides quickly shake hands!"

John and Wood immediately stepped forward and shook hands.

The rest of the people on both sides of the team were glaring at each other threateningly.

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

He always felt that if Slytherin dared to be so arrogant, he must have some other trump card.

"Listen to my whistle," Mrs. Huo Qi said, "three...two...one..."

The crowd roared with excitement, welcoming them to take off, and the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.

Harry didn't have time to think too much and controlled the Nimbus 2000 to soar into the sky.

He wants to fly higher than everyone else in the first place.

Because only by occupying the commanding heights, he could better find the traces of the Golden Snitch.

However, as soon as he started, another figure blocked him directly in front of him at a faster speed.

"ah--"

Harry was so frightened that he screamed.

Then he discovered that the man in front of him was actually John.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"I...I'm okay, you..."

Harry wanted to ask John why he went back to beat Marcus Flint, but before he could ask, the cheers from the Slytherin stands could be heard in his ears.

"Slytherin's chasers threw the Quaffle into the goal! They scored 10 points! Merlin's on, it's only been two minutes! But you can't blame them, Nimbus 2001 is too fast

Really! What a damn tycoon!"

Commentator Lee Jordan was also shouting using amplifying spells.

Professor McGonagall's scolding could be faintly heard from behind, seemingly asking Lee Jordan to pay attention to his manners.

This scene made many viewers laugh.

"This is an accident!" Wood shouted at Harry, "Concentrate on your own business, Harry, we will keep it safe here!"

Hearing what Wood said, Harry felt anxious.

He knew very well that Wood was comforting him.

Trying to fight against Nimbus 2001 just by relying on Gryffindor's sweeping seven stars is simply a daydream!

The scores will definitely get bigger and bigger after that!

'So, I must end the game as soon as possible!'

Harry said to himself in his mind, and then speeded up again, trying to search for the Golden Snitch.

However, as soon as he picked up his speed, John rushed out from the side again and stood in front of him.

Harry gritted his teeth and began to change directions continuously in an attempt to get rid of John.

But no matter how he turned or performed any difficult aerobatics, he could not get rid of John.

John could always use extremely high acceleration to come out from various weird angles and accurately block in front of him, while maintaining a safe distance to ensure that the two of them would not collide directly.

Under his pressure, Harry could only speed up and slow down, being teased like a mouse being played by a cat.

Harry was completely stunned.

He now wanted to question George and Fred.

Is this what you call a newbie who doesn’t even fully understand the rules of Quidditch?

John's flying skills are clearly better than his genius seeker!

Isn't this a scam?

"Harry! We're here to help you!"

Just as Harry was thinking about it, George and Fred arrived.

With a roar, two figures rushed straight into the killing ground where John and Harry were fighting, blocking John one after another.

At the same time, a flash of gold also crossed Harry's field of vision.

This stimulated Harry to become more alert.

Before he could thank George and Fred for their help, he sank and dived towards the golden light.
To be continued...