HP Dawn Night

As the cold air went all the way south, Hogwarts ushered in the first Quidditch game of the school year - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

"What time is it?" We practiced until it was dark that day, and when I stumbled off the broom, I realized that the sky was already dark, and Pansy was no longer in the stands at some point.

"I don't know." Blaise landed next to me, shaking off his gloves.

"On the day of the competition, we must perform better than today." Montague jumped down, walked over and told us very seriously, "Everyone should perform at the highest level, understand?"

"Yes." We answered in unison.

"Tomorrow afternoon we have the last training session, and we are not allowed to ask for leave for any reason. Professor Snape has pre-leased the court for us in advance, and we must not disappoint him or our classmates." Montague looked at the sky, "Today That's it, see you at the same time tomorrow."

We hurried up the steps leading to the foyer, dinner was over, and students poured out of the auditorium in twos and threes.People who knew us saw us, half surprised and half curious about our training situation, and many Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students also came over to wish us good luck.

Pansy was also among the crowd, holding a plate full of bread and snacks in her hand: "It's too late, there's only these left, I'll get some for you."

"Thanks." I picked up a croissant from the plate, "I'm curious how Gryffindor training is going."

"Not much." A voice cut in, and Theodore abruptly joined our conversation, "Johnson is very dissatisfied with Weasley's condition. He plays inconsistently, and when he makes mistakes, his level will plummet." , and there is still a gap between him and Wood's ability, it is said that many people think that he joined the team because of Porter's glory."

None of us have commented on this, but Weasley's out of shape is certainly good news for Slytherins.

"It's a good thing, thank you for the news, Theodore." Draco thanked Theodore politely.The latter shrugged and turned away.

"Montae's under a lot of pressure?" Pansy asked.

"Yeah, I've never seen a captain train the day before a game," Blaise said. "I guess he's driving himself crazy."

"After all, everyone secretly compares him to Flint in their hearts."

"And he's graduating next year. If he doesn't perform well this year, he won't have a chance to recover." Draco said, weighing the broomstick in his hand, "Tomorrow we still have to perform well. Montague would get mad—I think personally."

"Agreed. He has been very angry recently." He was so big that he connived at the Slytherin students to secretly use tricks on Gryffindor, such as casting a few curses and imitating their playing movements... It was childish, but it really made him Gryffindor was not happy.

"Merlin bless us." I whispered.

Merlin was probably too busy, anyway he didn't hear my prayers.The next day's training was a complete mess, mainly because of the unfavorable weather. There was a heavy rain, and we were all unprepared and drenched in the cold.

"I hope it won't be so cold tomorrow." When I returned to the bedroom covered in mud and water, Pansy said while helping me to heat up the fire while looking at the turbulent lake.

"I just hope it doesn't rain—Ah!" I sneezed hard.

"Are you okay?" Pansy turned her head, "Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey to get some medicine?"

"It's okay." I sniffed, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be fine after a night of sleep, don't worry."

But when I awoke the next morning, I was horrified and dismayed to find that I was in a dazed, dizzy state.

"Nine times out of ten, you have a cold." Pansy threw the clothes on my bed regardless. "Change quickly, we have to go to Madam Pomfrey."

This time I have no objection, because when I put on my shoes, I suddenly felt dizzy. It seems that the rain yesterday made me suffer from a bad cold: "You really sound like my mother."

"If only you would have listened to me last night," Pansy grumbled.

"Severe cold, I suggest you stay here and rest for a day." Madam Pomfrey handed me a glass of smoking medicine.

"No," I flatly refused before Pansy could speak. "I still have a game today. There are no substitutes on the team."

"I've always thought that Quidditch was pretty harmful." Madam Pomfrey took the empty glass and looked at me disapprovingly, "As the school doctor—"

"I'll come back after the game to take my pills and rest," I pleaded, "but not now."

Her lips were pursed together, but she didn't refuse my proposal.

Today's temperature dropped a lot, I had to temporarily put on thicker gloves.But luckily there was no rain.The grass was covered with frost, the icy wind knifed my cheeks, the mountains around Hogwarts were capped with snow, and it was clear and cold.

Madam Pomfrey's medicine is very effective, at least when I took the gloves and hurried back to the auditorium, my nasal voice has improved a lot, but I vaguely feel like I have a fever - not serious, but the dizziness in my head The feeling didn't lessen in the slightest.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco keenly sensed something was wrong with me.

I calmly avoided the hand he stretched out to test the temperature of my forehead: "I have a little cold, but it's okay, just now Madam Pomfrey said that I can compete as usual today."

Pansy glared at me, but somehow she didn't catch my lie.

"It's really cold today, it must be a tough battle." Blaise poured steaming black tea into everyone's cups, "Let's do our best."

"How's Gryffindor?" I asked.

"Weasley is not well, Potter and Granger are trying to comfort him." Draco motioned me to look at the Gryffindor long table, Weasley sat in the middle, Potter and Weasley left one Surround her right.

"Parkinson, wear this." Montague blocked my view, and he threw Pansy a crown badge, "Every Slytherin student must wear this, except for the team members." He said in an imperative tone He instructed, "As for the song, you can just sing along later?"

"What song?" Pansy asked without knowing it.But Montague ignored her.

"Look at the badge," I said.

Pansy turned the badge over and engraved a line of words on it - Weasley is our king

"That's not a good thing to say," Blaise said.Many Slytherin students have happily worn their badges on their chests.

"Pansy, don't wear it," I warned him. "Let Monty be stupid, let's not get involved."

She nodded obediently and stuffed the badge into her pocket.

After the others left one after another, we stood up and left the auditorium.The sky is a uniform pearly white, meaning visibility is good and the sun isn't too harsh.This is a huge advantage over cold air.

Montague had changed and was talking to the others, I put on my jersey and gloves, the noise outside was getting louder, people were pouring into the Quidditch pitch to watch this grand game.

"I saw the state of Gryffindor today, and Weasley is like mud that can't support the wall." Montague said smugly, "Do you hear the singing outside? That's a little bit we gave Weasley small gift."

He holds up a finger.The singing outside gradually became clearer, but I still couldn't make out what it was singing. I only heard the sound of countless legs climbing up the stands, and they were getting louder and louder in my head.I took a step back and slumped down on the chair.

"Vio?"

"are you OK?"

"What's wrong with her?" Montague asked, frowning and staring at me.

Draco answered for me: "Cold."

"Oh," Montague snorted indifferently, "Snape, don't let a little illness affect your performance. You know this match is very important, right?"

"you--"

"I'm fine." I gently tugged on Draco's sleeve to signal him not to confront Montague, "Maybe Madam Pomfrey's medication has taken effect. Just let me take a rest."

"I'm afraid you don't have much time to rest." Montague said coldly, "It's time to blow the whistle."

I declined Draco's and Blaise's help, and grabbed the broom and stood up.Montague looked at me with a cold look: "Don't hold back, Snape. I don't want our team to produce a 'Weasley'."

Both Draco and Blaise's faces were sullen, and I didn't take Montague's words.

When we stepped out of the locker room into the blinding sunlight, we were greeted with thunderous applause, cheers, whistles and muffled singing.

"Both captains shake hands!" Mrs. Hooch shouted.Montague stepped forward to join Gryffindor captain Angelina Johnson, who seemed intent on snapping off her fingers.I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to see a metal reflection in the Slytherin area of ​​the stands. "Get on the broom..." Mrs. Hooch put the whistle to her lips, and I tried to focus on the game to get rid of the dizziness in my head.

The whistle blew, fourteen players soared into the air, and Potter and Draco simultaneously began to fly around the field in large circles, while Blaise and I followed the agreed tactics - Montague asked us to control the game. Walking the ball, one entangled the Gryffindor Bassman, the other to interfere with the Chaser - Blaise darted head-on at one of the Weasley twins, darting up and out of the way just as the two were about to collide. And I'm chasing another Bludger, Johnson has got the Quaffle, and Warrington and Montague are going forward to intercept.

The cold wind poured into my collar, which miraculously cleared my mind a lot. I grabbed the cue and went straight after the Bludger. I know Montague doesn't like me, but I will never lose face in front of him. .

The author has something to say:

Montague's enthusiasm for Quidditch is actually just to prove that he is no worse than Flint, but I always feel strangely that he is also a little stupider than Flint [what the hell]

happy reading~