HP Dawn Night

When we arrived at the foyer, there were already many people in the auditorium. The Slytherin Quidditch players were sitting together. Don saw it, and he stood up calling out our names and waving to us:

"Malfoy, Zabini, Snape, here!"

"Why is he shouting?"

"Maybe you guessed that we want to get away with it in a low-key manner?"

"Hey, let's go obediently, otherwise Montague's face will be bad again."

The first game is coming soon, and none of us want to fight with the captain at this critical moment.

"I'm over there." Pansy pointed to a direction and walked there.

We went and sat down beside Pusey and Pritchard.

"Guess who the Gryffindor keeper is this year!" Pusey joked with us in a good mood.

"Ron Weasley?" I guessed wildly.

"One point for Slytherin! That's right!"

This time I was surprised: "You're kidding, Pusey!"

"I didn't," pleaded Pusey. "Honestly, we were all taken aback when we saw him this morning." By "we" he meant him, Montague, and Warrington.

"This world is crazy." Blaise sighed at the right time.

"Does Gryffindor know we're coming?" Draco asked.

"We weren't spotted when we came to scout this morning, but their captain spotted us a few minutes ago when everyone marched in together." Pusey said while poking Montague with his elbow, " Hey, what did that girl say to you?"

Montague leaned over to us with a smug smile and vividly described the scene just now: "The captain named Angelina Johnson came over and asked us what we were doing, and I replied 'come to see your training', she Pissed off, called me a foul, and then I told her that since they wanted to practice on the Quidditch pitch, they had to be prepared for spectators, or they could go somewhere else where they wouldn't be disturbed - like lounge!"

Montague and Warrington laughed gruffly, and the three of us laughed in agreement.

"Brilliant, Montague," Draco complimented dryly.

"You should have seen Weasley training alone this morning," Warrington laughed. "Don't look at him sneering at that time, I wonder what his expression will be this afternoon?"

"Weasley still trains alone?" Even Blaise couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh, of course it's not a formal individual training," Warrington waved his hand, "it's Potter. How could they be good brothers?"

This sentence caused Montague's applause to giggle again: "Potter - he will know after the first game that his name can't cover Weasley at all!"

"Shh! Here they come." Puse pointed to the entrance.

Johnson must have told her team to ignore the uninvited spectators in the stands, but the Gryffindors were still distracted by the deluge of screams and jeers.

"Yo! Another red-haired Weasley." Montague whistled to draw everyone's attention to Ron Weasley. "Look at our new Gryffindor prefect. Hey, Potter! How dare you It's a shame to get beaten by Weasley, isn't it?"

Ron must have heard what Montague said, he looked like he was going to get angry, his whole head was a fiery red, Potter stopped him, whispered something in his ear, desperately trying not to let him shout at Slytherin Yell—or it would be an even bigger laughing stock.

"The Weasley twins seem very calm." I was not surprised to find that Fred and George ignored Montague's words at all.

Blaise smiled slightly: "Oh, no, I think Montague must be unlucky."

We smiled knowingly, and Draco turned his head: "What are you talking about?"

With Pussy beside him, I don't want others to hear our comment on Montague: "It's nothing, I'll tell you later."

At this time, Montague called Draco: "Hey, Malfoy, I remember you hated that Potter and Weasley? This is a great time, they dare not refute a word!"

In the past, Draco must have been eager to fire at Potter and Weasley, but now he must be as reluctant as I am to have any Gryffindors (especially Potter and Weasley) conflict.

"Well, after four years, I have nothing to say to them." Draco watched Weasley get on the broom with contempt, and refused Montague's request without a trace.

"I don't know when you became so timid." Montague noticed Draco's refusal, and he said viciously.

"What the hell is that Weasley riding?" Warrington said loudly, his voice reaching everyone's ears as clearly as a horn, "how could someone cast the Flying Charm on such a musty old piece of wood? ?”

The Slytherins laughed, and the Gryffindors took to the skies, taking to the skies.I'd say they've done a pretty good job at this point with very little outside interference.

But after a few minutes, things are not quite right.

"Hey, Johnson, what's the matter with that hairstyle of yours?" Montague first challenged the captain, "Why would someone want to make himself look like an earthworm has come out of his head?"

Based on this, under the instigation of Montague, Slytherin gradually let go of his courage.When Ron Weasley started to catch the ball, the Slytherins booed loudly - he was obviously not able to ignore the booing like other players, and in fact he didn't catch any balls at all.

"Hey, Potter, how's your scar?" Warrington called. "You really don't need to lie down and rest? You must have been out of the hospital for a whole week, and this time it's a record. right?"

The Gryffindor players started passing drills, and Ron missed another ball.We can hear Johnson shouting angrily at him.

"You can't blame him, Johnson!" Daphne Greengrass' voice suddenly came to mind, "His broom is so muddy, it probably slowed down his reaction speed!"

When Ron rose to pass height again, it was hard to tell whether his face or the Quaffle was more red.

"I can hardly stay here any longer," I whisper to Blaise.

He was watching Gryffindor pass the ball: "Me too, it's embarrassing."

The third time, Ron finally caught the ball, but he passed it too hard and it hit Katie in the face. I saw a nosebleed running down her face, and the Slytherins in the audience cheered.

One of the Weasley twins flew over to Katie, while Johnson directed the team to prepare to release Bludgers and Snitches - and the real training began.

"Weasley's usual performance shouldn't be so bad, right?" I couldn't help asking.

"It shouldn't be, otherwise how would he join the team."

"Potter?"

Blaise smiled: "Johnson is not Wood, she is not so easy to talk to."

"But if this is Weasley's true level on the field, then our chances of winning have at least doubled," Draco said.

"You don't look very happy?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, no one likes opponents who are too weak." Draco stretched, "They're back."

When the whistle blew, Weasley revealed a bigger problem.

"Why does he always stop there?" I shaded the sun and looked at Weasley, who was in front of the middle goal.

"The keeper has to look at the Chaser and keep moving around." Draco also noticed Weasley's problem, "but he keeps moving for no apparent reason."

"Either move when you have to guard a hoop, or circle around three hoops. What's going on here."

The Slytherins screamed and jeered at Weasley, and Johnson blew the time-out whistle.

"I watched the first game of Gryffindor," Blaise said regretfully.

Weasley's face was as red as a beacon tower against the blue sky.

Three minutes later, the whistle sounded again.It wasn't Weasley's fault this time, it was Katie, whose nosebleed hadn't stopped for some reason.

"It's terrible, can Gryffindor still win?" The Slytherins also left, and they sang "Gryffindor lost badly, Gryffindor lost badly" and returned to the castle happily, The four of us deliberately delayed until the end, and Pansy caught up. She was obviously frightened by the unbearable training just now.

"To be honest, if Weasley can't adjust his state, I'm afraid Gryffindor will lose the first game completely."

Originally, I thought Slytherin's team was regressing this year, but I didn't expect Gryffindor's lineup to be even more vulnerable.

At this time, Montague who was walking in front suddenly turned around: "Hey, three, show me the highest level in next week's training no matter what. If anyone in Gryffindor dares to come and watch, we must let them see up to our level!"

"Will Gryffindor come?"

"Unless they're crazy—there's no way they'll come!"

The author has something to say:

By the way, I don’t know when I will be able to touch the computer again, so this time I tried my best to collect five manuscripts, and I still published the manuscripts on weekends. I hope I can come back and continue to collect manuscripts before the depositor dies~QAQ