A little badger from Hogwarts

When Halloween passed, the forgetful little wizards quickly forgot that a giant monster once broke into the school, and returned to their original appearance, whining about the heavy homework all day long.

But objectively speaking, this is not as much as Hart learned on his own in the first year.

However, for students who have not experienced social torture, no matter how little homework they have, it is still painful.

Hart continued to wander back and forth between studies and career. He was as busy as a top, spinning around all day long.

There is not much to say in terms of academics. The third-year courses are just like that and don't require too much energy.

After hearing that Professor Phoenix was willing to help, others immediately had the idea of ​​​​showing off, but Hart stopped him in time.

However, he also knew that everyone had worked too hard some time ago, so he slowed down the progress of the research and only studied the mechanical combination of magic text.

Until the Quidditch game was about to start, Cedric, as a member of the Hufflepuff team, had to watch the game anyway, and he even took Hart with him.

"You can just go, why are you dragging me along?" Hart asked Cedric strangely: "You know I have no interest in these sports at all."

"I don't want you to end up in person!" Cedric Xiao said with emotion and reason: "It's just an atmosphere. If you go, everyone will be happier."

"Okay!" Hart rolled his eyes, thinking that Voldemort might attack Harry on the field, so he agreed.

"But I agreed, I won't play for you."

Seeing this guy's determined look, Cedric rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "Don't worry! The Hufflepuff team has lost a long time ago. Today we are just bystanders."

Cedric was surprised that Hart agreed so quickly, but then he realized that it would be fine if Hart was willing to go.

"Let's go, you'll be late if you stay later!"

Hart was not in a hurry. He said to the others: "Okay, let's go together! Just treat it as a holiday."

"Oye! Long live the holiday!"

Everyone who was fumbling with the assembly method on the workbench raised their hands and cheered, then surrounded Hart and left the Room of Requirement, going downstairs towards the court.

"Hart, sit here with us!"

When Hart came to the pitch, all the little badgers showed surprised expressions. After all, Hart was notoriously uninterested in Quidditch.

Even Lee Jordan, the commentator on stage, started to boo: "Look, who is that? Even the famous Hart Woolley is here in person. Today's game will be very intense."

Seeing their noisy acceptance, Hart raised his middle finger on the spot, despising them for trying to make him hot.

Lee Jordan simply chose to ignore it and continued to talk about Hart and the game.

"I'm really impressed by this guy!"

Hart waved his hand to indicate that he was ignoring the other party.

Cedric admonished from the side: "Oh, Jordan and the others always like to play around like this, and you know they don't mean any harm!"

"It's not malicious, but it's still very distressing, okay?"

Hart likes to keep a low profile, and this feeling of being watched by everyone makes his skin crawl.

"Okay, everyone, hurry up and find a seat and sit down!"

Hart didn't bother to pay attention to the few guys who were watching the excitement and looked around for empty seats.

Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, waved to them and said, "Hart, come to the front. There are front row seats here."

Hart didn't care whether he was in the front row or not, as long as he had a place where he could sit down and no longer draw attention to himself.

"Thank you so much!" Hart sat down next to Hermione and wiped away the fine sweat on his forehead.

Hermione looked at his nervous look and asked carefully: "You can't stand the feeling of being watched, right?"

"Yes, that's it!" Hart admitted openly, which made Hermione a little at a loss.

"I don't believe it. How could someone like you not be used to being watched?" Hermione almost showed Lu Yu's attitude.

Hart replied: "It's one thing to get used to it, but I just don't like it."

Hermione was about to argue as usual, but Hart interrupted her directly: "Look, both teams are entering the stadium."

When Hermione heard this, her attention was indeed attracted.

I saw two teams, Gryffindor and Slytherin, entering the stadium on broomsticks. In Jordan's obviously biased explanation, they made one thrilling move after another, causing everyone to exclaim again and again.

"Well, if they go through so much trouble and consume too much energy, aren't they afraid of affecting the next game?" Although Hermione watched with great interest, she habitually put forward rational thinking.

Hart scanned the entire arena, confirming that Dumbledore, Snape and Quirrell had all arrived. At the same time, he did not forget to explain: "This is called taking the lead. Although I don't know which house started it first, anyway, now It has become a part of Hogwarts Quidditch repertoire."

"Just treat it like a sideshow. The more energy they expend now, the less likely they will be able to fight when the game starts."

"Fighting?" Hermione was surprised: "Why did they start fighting?"

"Have you ever been to a football game?" Hart asked.

Hermione nodded and replied: "Have seen it, you don't want to think that the reason for their fight is the same as those fans, right?"

Hart said nothing, but nodded, indicating that Hermione understood correctly.

Thinking of the poor performance of those England fans, Hermione's favorable impression of the sport in front of her faded even more.

But no matter what Hermione thought, after Mrs. Hooch stopped the involution performances of the two teams, the game started as usual.

As soon as the bell rang, the two teams immediately collided with each other. The players in several positions were old rivals. They seemed to be fighting, biting each other and refusing to let go.

The team's two seekers flew into the sky, scanning the entire field, looking for the Golden Snitch who was still missing.

"Hart, who do you think will win?" Hermione looked at everyone flying around on the broomstick, her heart was full of envy, so she asked subconsciously.

"How do I know? I have no interest in ball games like Quidditch." Hart said while secretly observing Quirrell on the stage.

As the game became more and more intense, the game came to the match point. The scores of the two teams gradually became equal, and it was up to them to see who could get the Golden Snitch.

The host on the stage was chattering endlessly, and the people in the audience were extremely nervous.

Harry rode his broomstick freely across the arena, concentrating on looking for the Golden Snitch wandering around, hoping to win with one blow.

But suddenly, the opponent's Flint bumped into him from nowhere, almost knocking him off his broomstick. The golden snitch who had seen some signs of it disappeared again.

"This is a violation and cheating!"

Lee Jordan, who was in charge of commentating, shouted loudly, causing everyone on the court to boo this behavior.

Mrs. Huo Qi, who was in charge of the referee, separated the two teams and made the final decision.

"This is indeed a violation. If a similar situation happens again, you Slytherin will lose."

Although he was penalized points, Slytherin didn't care at all because Harry was hit hard.

"Harry, don't hold on!" The Weasley brothers all expressed concern: "It doesn't matter if you can't win, your safety is the first priority."

"It doesn't matter to me, let's continue the game!"

Harry looked at the smug expressions of the Slytherins and felt very uncomfortable. He shook his head and got on the broom.

As the whistle blows, the game continues!