Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

Quidditch pitch.

In appearance, the stadium at this time is similar to the arena of ancient Rome.

In the center of the arena is a square grass field, and the four sides are stepped into auditoriums.

At this time, more than 1000 little wizards were watching the Academy Cup Quidditch final from above.

The innermost circle is occupied by the four colleges, and one of them is distributed on one side.

In the vacant seats behind them, the little wizards in the outer court were not qualified to sit on them.

However, they can watch the game from a further back stand.

This is one of the few activities in Hogwarts that young wizards from the outer courtyard can participate in.

Uh... an event that you can watch.

The game has started for over an hour.

The two sides in the final are the teams from Gryffindor House and the team from Slytherin House.

Gryffindors are naturally passionate and athletic, and they naturally ride brooms as fast as possible.

Even, they will boldly do some thrilling fake moves or dangerous moves that they think are handsome.

It caused the exclamation of many young wizards present.

Slytherin, they are calm, and most of them have family inheritance.

They learned some knowledge systematically since they were young, which naturally included Quidditch skills.

Their solid skills make their flying speed worthy of Gryffindor.

But they didn't do some thrilling moves to claim victory.

Sufficient resources allow them to have a lot of resources to practice some tactical coordination.

Sometimes the wonderful teamwork also makes the eyes of the little wizards present shine again and again.

It can be said that this is a contest between a personal show and team assistance.

"Oh, look at that! That's a feint in the Sweeping Corporation ad display, where Robbie the Gryffindor Chaser flicks past Pete the Slytherin Keeper, and Gryffindor gets ten points. The score is one hundred than eighty."

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"Brilliant teamwork, Slytherin Chaser Geer got the Quaffle, his beater mate Thor covered him with a tricky shot and Gryffindor keeper Rona had to back off or else There's a good chance he'll be kicked out of the game."

"Congratulations Slytherin, catching up with ten points, the score is one hundred to ninety!"

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At the commentary booth, a few young wizards wearing sky blue or bright yellow sideline wizard robes were spitting all over the place to give explanations.

Whenever one player finished explaining a ball, he would switch to another player. Taking advantage of the gap, he could take a good breath and drink water.

The confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin, coupled with various martial laws in the school and pressure from the outside world.

Let both pairs of players play super long.

If the advantages of the two sides are combined, this will be a game no less than the World Cup.

Of course, such a large-scale activity cannot be done without a professor.

Horace Slughorn, a balding middle-aged man as fat as a giant elephant.

He was also jumping up and down on the edge of the rostrum with an excited expression.

Under his gaze, if you lose.It will not satisfy your vanity.

"Daniel! You have a brain like a monster, look at me and widen your eyes, hurry up and find the snitch!"

However, Daniel, who was flying in the field, kept waving his hands when he saw his dean jumping around.

I thought I was saying hello to myself.

While passing over the head of Horace Slughorn.He smiled and waved his hand in greeting.

If you can't catch the snitch, go back and wait for me!

Horace Slughorn growled inwardly.

Offstage, Slytherin seats.

"Tom, if you're Seeker, we've won!"

Beside the gentle-looking Tom Riddle, a blond fan looked at him with adoring eyes and said.

"Thank you, I will join the team next year, you can watch me perform."

Listening to Tom's gentle words, watching Tom's charming smile.

The heart of the little witch in front of her was pounding.

Walk into the passageway of the Quidditch pitch.

There are a lot of people here.

Watching the lively scene in the field.

That bird was Fox, who had disappeared for a long time. It looked smaller than last year, but the sense of magic power was much stronger than before.

"Albus, what on earth are you asking us to wait for? And, what about Brant?" Galatea Meles, an old man with gray hair and eagle eyes, is also a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Some time ago, Fox brought them Dumbledore's letter.

Let them drop what they're doing and stay at Hogwarts today.

After waiting for so long, Dumbledore didn't say what he was going to do, wouldn't it just let them watch an entertaining Quidditch match?

Ignoring the battlefield on the eastern coastline?

Galatea Meles is the oldest and most senior professor here.

He was the first to blame Dumbledore for wasting his time here.

Dumbledore sighed and turned around.

At this time, although his face was full of sadness, his eyes were glowing with a clear blue light, without any dull look.

As he turned around, his arms waved, and the metallic luster reflected between his fingers.

The Golden Snitch was caught by Dumbledore when it passed by here.

Galatea Meles, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Bernice Leslie, professor of herbalism, and Tarak Rudd, director of the Protection of Magical Beasts and Outer School.

When they saw this light, they all showed puzzled expressions.

After all, Galatea Meles had experienced more, and the old man immediately realized it.

"What happened to organize the students here for protection?"

A wry smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"If my guess is correct, Brandt will soon implement his plan."

"Brant? What plan?" Mrs. Gentle, Bernice Leslie looked puzzled.

Tarak Rude's pupils dilated suddenly, and he stammered out a few words: "Brant, he betrayed Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Impossible! Brant..." Before Bernice Leslie could finish speaking, Dumbledore reached out and stopped her.

"I'll go to Horace to stop the game and put all the students on alert. You build a Super Armor Charm first. Brandt, he's here."

As soon as the words were finished, a golden red light flashed.Dumbledore and Fox on his shoulders disappeared in front of everyone.

The professors looked at each other in blank dismay. Suddenly, Galatea Melles turned her head.

On the horizon, there was a black cloud and airflow rushing towards this side.

He raised his hand to signal forward to let the other professors see the anomaly.

"Let's go, Dumbledore won't be aimless. Even if it's not Brant, we have to protect the students."

After speaking, he stepped to the side.

Bernice Leslie and Tarak Rudd glanced at each other, each chose a side, and walked towards that side.

Here near the rostrum, Horace Slughorn was apparently in charge.

Dumbledore, he was going to fight the enemy.

The task of myself and others is to protect the students.