Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 223 The game begins!
After an early breakfast, Harry and the others sat nervously and taciturnly at the empty Gryffindor table.

Even the Slytherin Quidditch team.

No one was in the mood to say a word.

As eleven o'clock approached, all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch pitch. On the way, they could also see strange wizards wearing various robes (mostly black robes). Depending on the situation, they were Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

These wizards scanned the students of Hogwarts, shuttled against the flow of people, and seemed to inspect all suspicious things around them.

They had cold faces and solemn expressions, and they did not exchange words with each other.

Only when the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, did these black-robed wizards go up to them, and introduced the security work arranged to the Minister of Magic and other department officials.

In addition, there are Lucius Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, the reporter of [Daily Prophet] (McGuffin saw that Rita Skeeter was also among them, as well as reporters from other tabloids)...and some little wizards (Quidditch team) parents also came with Fudge and the others.

These outsiders arrived at Hogwarts in a huge Thestral carriage.

This behemoth, as big as a small house, was taller than a grown man just because of the wheels of the carriage.

It is conceivable how spectacular the carriage landed on the lawn, and how cool it was, attracting the attention of all the little wizards.

Where no one else could see, McGuffin could see the front of the huge chariot... Dozens of Thestrals were tied to dozens of reins, and they were pulling the carriage forward.

After watching the unusually spectacular giant magic carriage for a while.

McGuffin followed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the dressing room of the Gryffindor team.

The weather didn't look very good, it was gloomy, damp and cold shrouded the entire stadium, and there was faint thunder in the air.

A gust of black wind rustled the trees in the Forbidden Forest not far away.

"This damn weather..." Fred complained angrily.

The heavy curtains of the locker room were blown high by the strong wind, and the howling wind from outside messed up everything here.

... The blackboard that Wood used to describe the tactical arrangements was easily scraped down by him.

Through the gaps raised up and down from the door curtain, they all saw that there were no empty seats on the stage,

Officials from the Ministry of Magic seem to have come a lot,
George, he even saw his parents - Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were also chatting with the parents of other students.

"FK! Can't we have better weather? My clothes haven't been dried since August..." George Weasley said angrily.

The bad weather, the much-watched game, and the crowds of spectators outside, all of these made the staff of the Gryffindor Quidditch team extremely nervous and sensitive, and any unexpected situation made them extremely irritable
The tactical blackboard was still lying on the ground, and Wood couldn't help it up (the wind kept blowing it down).

Those red arrow icons marking the location of the Gryffindor team were still dangling around on the blackboard.

In fact, Wood knew that what he said was already commonplace, dozens of times if not hundreds of times, and all the team members almost vomited after hearing it.

He just used this to relieve the tension deep in his heart.

But looking at the dejected faces of other people, Wood suddenly understood that the most important thing now was to boost morale.

"Slytherin's brooms are better than ours," Wood said after pondering for a while. "It's undeniable, but our players are better than them... We train harder than them. We train almost every day in today's weather conditions, and we are used to the harshness of the storm..."

He glanced at McGuffin, "...and because of McGuffin's proposal, we have cast [Rainproof Curse] and heat preservation spells on our robes, glasses, and gloves...so we have an advantage in this game..."

"not to mention……"

Under Wood's signal, McGuffin pulled out a flat cello-like box in the corner of the dressing room, and took out...

An exotic broomstick.

Appears to be the same size as a normal broom.

Glittering and trembling slightly, without any support, it hangs in mid-air smoothly.

The most eye-catching thing is that the tail is no longer the branch-shaped broom tip, just like the mini model, it is composed of three thicker and two thinner car exhaust pipes.

The faint blue flames spewed out slowly, making a subtle roaring sound.

Broom, ... no!

It should be said that this magical flying device... the texture of the body is very smooth and clean.

It looks stunning.

Nothing like the original prototype.

"Cool!" George and Fred exclaimed together.

Harry also had to admit from the bottom of his heart that the MacGuffin completed this time... well, it was very exquisite, and it looked no less than the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, but could it still be called a flying magic broom?

He said with doubts in his heart.

In an instant, McGuffin was squeezed into the outer circle by members of the Quidditch team, and they gathered in a circle to discuss continuously.

At least Wood's goal was achieved, and everyone's attention was diverted from the upcoming game.

The members of the Quidditch team relaxed.

"Was the MacGuffin originally made as a miniature device?"

"If it wasn't for the nickname 'Fartfire', I would definitely be the first to take a ride on it..." George 'Goose Goose Goose' said with a smile.

"..."

——Crack!

"OK OK."

"The game is about to start!" Wood clapped his hands. "In addition to our players being better than Slytherin,...we are also more experienced than those lazy guys in severe weather such as violent storms. Not to mention the technology, even the equipment has the secret weapon provided by McGuffin...If the situation is not right, I will suspend the game and choose someone to use this new flying broom!"

But the faces of the other Quidditch players, especially the witches, were a little unhappy when they heard this. It seemed that these people were still concerned about putting the title of 'Fart Fire' on their heads.

Wood said directly, "You can't refuse... We must win this game!"

"I have tried it in advance, the speed of this new gadget... I can only say that it can determine the outcome of the game..."

"No matter what, after the MacGuffin match, I think your name and the reputation of this broomstick will resound throughout the wizarding world and the entire Quidditch field... Your invention has changed the rules of the game!"

Everyone moved out of the way, allowing McGuffin, who had squeezed outside, to show his face.

Wood's flattering words made McGuffin very embarrassed.

At this time, bursts of cheers came from outside, and the game was about to start.

"Okay, don't mention it, next, it's ours."

Wood cleared his throat and said, "Guys!"

"Gentlemen!"

He looked at the other Angelina Johnsons, Aaliyah and the other women on the team, and said, "Ladies!"

"You know what we have to do!"

"...let the Slytherin Quidditch team know that a rich daddy can't win!" Wood continued.

"Yes, teach that little villain Malfoy a lesson..."

"Yes, we're going to make Malfoy regret spending money to get on their team."

George and Fred yelled and yelled.

(The atmosphere outside is becoming more and more lively and noisy, and the cold and humid air has been completely dispelled)
Wood pressed his hand to let him finish speaking, his chest heaved with excitement.

"We knew we had to win and we definitely would!"

"Victory—is ours!"

Everyone shouted at the same time, Harry felt his blood rushing and steaming all over his body, he couldn't wait to get out of here, start the game, and catch the Golden Snitch.

When everyone on the Quidditch pitch yells Gryffindor (and the Slytherin team too), they come out to the field, and McGuffin is here to guard the new broomstick.

(He made an agreement with Wood, no matter what... there will be a chance for this magic broom to appear)
……

Gryffindor's current stands are packed to the brim...the referee's bench, the scoreboard, and even Lee Jordan and Professor McGonagall have all moved here.

Now, Professor McGonagall is teaching Lee Jordan a lesson.

"Jordan, there is the Minister of Magic in the stands today, as well as other officials of the Ministry of Magic, and the reporter of the [Daily Prophet], if you make a joke last semester, you will make Hogwarts and Gryffindor's house suffer a little shame in front of so many people!"

"You have to spend all the Sundays this semester in confinement... All homework is doubled... If you don't pass the grade in any subject in the final exam, you are ready to repeat the grade!"

Increasing the price again and again made Lee Jordan's complexion layer upon layer gray.

In the end, it was like being covered with a lime mask.

Sympathetic!

But the guy quickly returned to normal and rejuvenated.

It didn't take long, amid the cheers, Lee Jordan announced through the amplified voice of the magic microphone - the teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin entered the field respectively.

The two teams finally walked from their respective locker rooms to the middle of the field, where Mrs. Hooch was standing as the referee.

"Come out, come out!"

"There are so many people this time, isn't it?"

Ron shouted excitedly to Seamus next to him, and Neville stood up and waved his arms.

At the same time, boos and boos were heard from the opposite Slytherin stand.

They responded by booing and booing the Slytherin team.

There was a mess in the stands.

But Professor McGonagall ignored it, and she couldn't suppress the excitement now.

The Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts has never been so 'popular'.

Hagrid and Hermione stood together, each holding a brass telescope, looking for Harry.

"Aha! Harry's there!"

"But the McGuffin is missing... Didn't it mean that there is his new broomstick?" Hagrid asked, stroking his beard with a questioning expression, temporarily putting down the brass binoculars from his hand.

"He's in the dressing room, guarding the broom!" replied Hermione.

"What good is that..."

At this time, the arena was full of voices, and even bigger cheers erupted, drowning Hagrid's words.

——The game is about to start!

……

Wood and Furtling held on for a long time as if they were about to crush each other's hands.

After Mrs. Huo Qi repeatedly shouted, they let go of their hands, stared at each other with threatening eyes, and returned to their positions.

"Listen to my whistle," cried Mrs Hooch, "3-2-1!"

--call out!

The red Quaffle was thrown high, and fifteen broomsticks shot up into the leaden sky.

--Game start!
……

The roar of the crowd echoed throughout the stadium.

Mrs. Weasley 'had to' speak so loudly that Mr. Weasley could barely hear him.

"That's Harry, . . . and George, Fred!"

"Those two are my sons!"

"Oh! I know, what are you talking about!" Mr. Weasley asked strangely with a puzzled look on his face.

Mrs. Weasley blushed, and she turned to stare at Mr. Weasley to the left.

The hideous face like a dragon for a moment made Mr. Weasley shut up immediately.

"Oh, I know the twins... and Ron Weasley..."

"Then you are Mrs. Weasley?"

"I heard that you have a very good relationship with Harry Potter..."

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's voice came from the right, his blue pupils looked at Mrs Weasley, his dazzling white teeth gleamed as he spoke.

After finishing speaking, he showed a very 'perfect smile' to Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes-yes... Yes, that poor kid, very polite... We even took him to live in our home this summer vacation... After all, Ron is also his good friend, so he won't be alone..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was much softer, and even her breathing slowed down.

— Cough cough cough!

It caused Mr. Weasley to clenched his fists and coughed continuously. It was so severe and violent that he almost coughed out his lungs.

Mrs. Weasley was very dissatisfied inside, but she didn't show it...

He just moved his arm while talking to Professor Lockhart, and at the same time sneaked a hand at his wand.

In the dark, a flash of lightning went down the seat and hit Mr. Weasley directly.

"what!"

With a strange cry, he jumped up directly.

"That's Mr. Weasley, what's wrong with him! Are you all right!"

Gilderoy Lockhart asked repeatedly.

"It's okay! It's okay! My leg has a little cramp...it's numb!" Mr. Weasley lowered his head, he couldn't face his wife's 'leaking' anger from time to time.

"So you are the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who gave Ron the wand!"

Mr. Weasley seemed to have only just recognized Gilderoy Lockhart,

With a grateful expression on his face, he stretched out his hand across Mrs. Weasley from the other side, and shook hands repeatedly in thanks.

"Thank you very much!"

"You are so kind! We just want to teach Ron a lesson, and hope that he will have a better memory and not cause trouble...I didn't expect you to give him a new wand..."

"And after all the trouble he's given you to lick..."

"It's nothing, I also learned a lesson during the cataclysm at Hogwarts... Don't underestimate everyone, even a small wizard can bring big troubles... Although it is not worth mentioning to the adventures I have experienced... But small troubles can also make me fall!...Hahaha! Eh..."

Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't keep his smile a little bit. He wanted to pull his hand away, but found that Mr. Weasley was holding him tightly.

Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic and held Gilderoy's hand until he leaned over and squeezed the disbelieving Mrs. Weasley into his seat sideways.

He switched positions and then let go of his hand.

Mr. Weasley contorted his expression (Mrs. Weasley's little revenge behind his back), while talking to Gilderoy Lockhart... how Ron, Harry, and other Weasley wizards behaved in school.

……

Small theater: McGuffin was a little flustered in the locker room. He suddenly remembered that there was a "terrorist attack" in the game in the original plot.
——The out-of-control Bludger should be gone!
Since Dobby didn't stop them from coming to the school, and the Chamber of Secrets didn't open now... Harry shouldn't be attacked by the Bludger.

(End of this chapter)