days at Hogwarts

Chapter 714: The good commentator has changed again

Saturday, May 3rd.

The Quidditch final of this school year.

The opponent is the Ravenclaw team.

The prelude to this crucial game was not peaceful. When some students met in the corridors and the auditorium, they would say some harsh words to the other house to intimidate the other team. The classic nursery rhyme "Weasley is Our King" reappeared in the castle, but the version sung was slightly different.

Ron had different reactions when he heard different versions. He would either look smug and enjoy the attention, or be so nervous that his face turned pale and his fingers trembled.

Nevertheless, considering the difference in strength between the two teams, the audience generally reached a consensus: Gryffindor would retain the championship.

Thanks to Draco Malfoy's withdrawal from the team, Slytherin's new seeker is mediocre, and Hufflepuff's new lineup is still in the running-in period. In the first few games of this school year, Gryffindor won by a large margin. The scores on the field were weighted and converted into house scores, resulting in almost no suspense in the House Cup.

There is only one way for Ravenclaw to turn the tide, and that is to win the Quidditch championship with a 300-point lead.

The chances are very slim, after all, underground bookmakers do not set odds for winning or losing.

Ravenclaw has long been at the bottom of the league, not as good as Slytherin, who is aggressive and reckless, Hufflepuff, who is well-coordinated and steady, and Gryffindor, who is brave and aggressive. Even more fatal is the mess of the handover between old and new players. New players join in the new school year, and it takes a season to get used to them. At the end of the year, old players graduate and leave, and the process repeats itself the next year.

Chambers replaced Samuels, Bradley replaced Ingleby, then captain Roger Davis graduated and left, and in the blink of an eye even Qiu Zhang was about to graduate.

The two teams entered the field and greeted each other.

When Harry shook hands with Qiu Zhang, he saw that gentle yet resolute oriental face and his eyes became dazed for a moment.

"Don't underestimate us!"

Qiu Zhang chuckled, loosened his right hand and grasped the broom handle again. His thick black hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of his head. He was wearing the Ravenclaw team uniform, which was a mixture of blue and bronze. His robes fluttered, giving him a heroic look.

"come on."

Harry responded sullenly. After all, their Chaser Ginny was right next to him, looking at him with a smile, but her eyes were a little unfriendly.

At the whistle of Madam Hooch, both teams took to the air, with Quaffles and Bludgers flying everywhere and brooms carrying the players through the air.

Harry and Qiu Zhang did not fight, but wandered around the venue separately, each looking for the hidden Golden Snitch.

All the Ravenclaw players held their breath and were in amazingly good shape, with every position performing beyond their normal level. One side scored with a reverse pass, and this side immediately organized an eagle-head attack formation to catch up.

The heavy bat was swung in a circle to hit the Bludger, making a dull and pleasant sound.

At every moment, the Quaffle could be seen flying back and forth between the players, with possession of the ball constantly changing between the two sides.

The deafening cheers were like the tide, one wave after another.

"Bang!!"

The Quaffle flew into the scoring ring at a tricky angle.

The flying eagle-wing flag is kind of cool.

Loren, who was sitting in the back row of the audience, felt emotional in his heart.

Looking up, a round of attack and defense has ended, and the Ravenclaw players are flying back, whistling. The Gryffindor players are not discouraged, and they gather near the ring, bump fists with each other, tease the goalkeeper and captain, and immediately launch a counterattack formation.

"Congratulations to Ravenclaw for scoring again. The score is now 110 to 110. Ravenclaw has tied the score..."

Loren lowered his head and said to Hermione beside him: "This new Hufflepuff commentator is so boring, his voice is mediocre, and his commentary is also unremarkable. Alas, Luna was commentating well in the last game, why was she fired? What a pity..."

Hermione didn't bother to pay attention to him, the commentator who was banned for life.

…In the bathroom, the sunlight shines through the colored glass, casting mottled spots of light on the wall, bright and brilliant.

The cheers from the stadium reached the castle, leaving only a faint noise.

Draco Malfoy's ears trembled slightly. He faced the mirror, leaned on the edge of the sink with his hands, and lowered his head. He looked tall and thin in a white shirt.

Myrtle's blue, transparent head poked out from the wall behind him. She looked at him from behind thick white round glasses and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Drops of water drip into the pool, making an ethereal dripping sound.

“Don’t be like this…” Myrtle was a little flustered. She usually cried in front of others, but this was the first time someone cried in front of her. She was a little overwhelmed. “Tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help you. Even if I can’t do it, I can still go find my friends…”

"enough."

Draco took a deep breath and said, "My coming here must be kept secret and must not be disclosed."

"All right……"

Myrtle responded softly. She could understand this feeling. She was also bullied when she was alive. She was always alone and could only talk to herself in the mirror in the bathroom.

Draco turned on the faucet, scooped a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. He rubbed off the water droplets and felt the coolness of the lake water. He gradually calmed down.

He looked up at the mirror. The mist condensed on the mirror surface, making it blurry and blurry. He couldn't see the face of the person in the mirror clearly. Draco showed a thoughtful look: "Myrtle, you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you familiar with this castle?"

Myrtle felt a little strange and didn't know why he asked that, but she still answered, "Yes, Myrtle has been in Hogwarts for decades. Myrtle is familiar with every place in this castle, the tower, the dungeon, the kitchen, the common room..."

"Where's the principal's office?"

"Professor McGonagall doesn't allow ghosts to go there, but Headmaster Dumbledore never minds. I occasionally go to him to discuss the lines for a play. Did you watch the last Halloween performance? The hymns in it were written by Mr. Dumbledore. He is very accomplished in this area."

"..."

Draco's breath blew on the mirror, and the water vapor gradually condensed into small water droplets. His voice was very light, almost whispering: "I have a request."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Draco looked at the mirror in front of him. Water droplets flowed down in streams. The blurry mirror surface gradually became clear, and the face reflected in the mirror also became clear, but it was divided by the water marks, and looked fragmented.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Myrtle repeated.

Draco's eyes gradually cleared up and he exhaled slowly: "It's okay. I originally wanted to ask if Headmaster Dumbledore was in his office, but now there's no need. I'll just go find him directly."

"Oh, are you confused? He's on the Quidditch pitch watching the final."

"Yeah, I'm really confused. Sorry."

"It's okay, we are friends."

"..."

Draco walked out of the bathroom and towards the monster statue, his steps slow.

As I passed the corridor with open windows, I heard long cheers coming from a distance. It sounded like Gryffindor had won.