Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

After Halloween, it's November.

Entering November, it means that Hogwarts Castle has officially entered winter, and it also means that the first official Quidditch match of each school year will kick off this month.

After a draw, the first game of the year is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Although the Gryffindor players didn't show it on their faces, they were actually a little unconfident in their hearts.

This is because, with the support of Draco Malfoy's rich father, all members of the Slytherin team have replaced the latest Nimbus 2001 broomsticks, whose performance is almost as good as that of the Gryffindors. Sweeping the old antiques caused a crush, and only the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave Harry can compare with them.

The batsmen, Fred and George, had scouted the enemy early, and, according to them, "the Slytherins are flying like lightning!"

Just because of Slytherin's top-notch hardware equipment, Gryffindor team captain Wood was very anxious during this time.

In order to defend the Quidditch Cup champion, whenever he had time, he pulled the Gryffindor players out to conduct a devil training that made Harry and others talk about it.

According to Fred and George's description, Wood's devil training is even more perverted than Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and dueling club!

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The first Saturday morning in November, the day the first Quidditch match begins.

Harry woke up early in the Gryffindor dormitory.

He lay on the bed for a while longer, unconsciously looking out of the window, from the high Gryffindor Tower to the distant Quidditch pitch that was still green even in winter, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Harry was a little nervous.

He was mainly thinking about what Wood, who is desperate for the defending champion, would say if Gryffindor lost; but he was also thinking about the fact that they were up against teams riding the fastest money could buy. The broom, this obvious hardware gap is by no means a little bit of technology can make up.

But when he thought of the arrogant faces of those Quidditch players in Slytherin, the incident when Malfoy humiliated Hermione as a mudblood, and the pain when Ron fell under his own slug curse...Harry never As eager as I am now to beat Team Slytherin!

His heart was churning and heaving, with his eyes open, he lay on the bed thinking wildly for half an hour before getting up, getting dressed, and going downstairs to have an early breakfast.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he found that the other members of the Gryffindor team probably had the same mood as him, and they had all come here early.

They sat huddled around the empty long dining table, each one seemed nervous and taciturn...

Eleven o'clock, the official start of the Quidditch match, is gradually approaching. Almost all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium to watch the match between last school year's defending champion and the No.2 team in the standings.

It was a sweltering and humid day, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky.

When Harry walked into the dressing room, two of his best friends, Ron and Hermione, rushed over to wish him luck.

Afterwards, he and the rest of the team changed into bright red Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms, and then sat down to listen to Wood's customary pre-match pep talk.

"Slytherin's broom is better than ours, that's undeniable," Wood said seriously, "but we sit on the broom and everyone is better than them! We train harder than they do, in all weathers I have flown in all environments, and in today's weather, if it rains, it will be an advantage for us!"

"Exactly," put in George, shrugging his shoulders. "I haven't had my clothes dry since August."

"Of course, Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and dueling club also contributed a lot." Fred added.

Wood glared at the two of them, and continued to say passionately: "We want to make them regret it and let them know that a Seeker who spends money to sneak into the team can't win the game!"

Harry nodded approvingly.

Wood was very emotional, his chest was heaving, he turned to Harry and said, "It's up to you, Harry!"

"You have to show them that a rich dad is not enough to be a Seeker. Either catch the Snitch before Malfoy today, Harry, or die on the field! Because we Gotta win today, we gotta win!"

He repeated "must win" twice, which shows how eager the Gryffindor team captain is to win.

"So take it easy, Harry," Fred reassured, winking at him.

However, the next moment, Wood turned his vicious eyes to Fred and George.

"I heard that you started another bet and re-bet Slytherin to win?" He said ferociously, "If I see that you are not working hard during today's game, see how I can deal with it." you!"

"Ah...hahaha, Oliver, how do you know?" Fred laughed, "Actually, it's all just our strategy, don't you know that slip-up—"

"Buy Quidditch instead, and the villa depends on the sea; occasionally buy a draw, and ride on the Nimbus; make a big bet on an unpopular one, surpass the big dog; buy a ball and buy a strong team, and line up on the rooftop... We are the strong team, so we can't purchase!"

"Having said so much, don't you want us to lose the game?!" Wood's expression became more dangerous.

"Stop, Oliver, Fred was just joking!" George hurriedly stood in front of Wood, holding down his clenched fist, "Actually, we deliberately released the The limelight came out..."

"Even if we both beat Slytherin, they will think that we don't have confidence in this game, and they will bet with a fluke mentality... If you don't believe me, they have already deceived half of Slytherin College. !"

George took out a book full of various bet amounts and waved it in front of Wood.

"And we only bet two Sickles on Slytherin's side. The real big players let Lee bet on Gryffindor instead of us." Fred also said.

Wood nodded in satisfaction when he saw the astronomical number "20 Galleons" behind Lee Jordan's name.

"In this case, in order to show my determination, help me put all my savings in!" Wood waved his hand, "This time, he will definitely earn a lot of money!"

Fred: "?!"

George: "Do you want to think about it again...buy football and buy a strong team, and queue up on the rooftop, Oliver..."

"Don't persuade me, I've made up my mind!" Wood said confidently.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you on the roof of the Astronomy Tower." Fred gave him a thumbs up.

"..."

Harry looked at the players who had bet heavily, and felt more pressure...

Finally, it was time for the Quidditch match to officially begin.

When Harry and the others came out of the locker room and walked towards the arena, they were greeted by loud noises.

Mostly the sound of cheering, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but also the booing and booing of the crowd from Slytherin's students .

Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch judge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared menacingly at each other and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily.

"Listen to my whistle," cried Mrs Hooch, "three...two...one..."

"All—" the whistle sounded.

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, and they were welcome to take off. The fourteen team members jumped up into the leaden gray sky together, and each came to their respective positions that had been rehearsed countless times.

Harry, as the Seeker, flew higher than all the players.He squinted and looked around, looking for the shadow of the Snitch.

"Are you all right, Scarhead?" Malfoy called in a mocking voice.

He rode the Nimbus 2001, shooting under Harry like an arrow, seemingly showing off the speed of his new broom.

Harry didn't have time to pay attention to Malfoy, he was under a lot of pressure in this match, and he just wanted to find the Snitch as soon as possible.

Just then, a heavy black Bludger flew towards Harry suddenly, hitting him hard on the head.

He narrowly missed it and felt the ball brush his hair as it flew by.

"Really, Harry!" George said in shock as he flew over.

Bat in hand, he galloped past Harry, ready to hit the Bludger on the Slytherins.

I saw George hit the Bludger hard at a Slytherin player on the opposite side, trying to knock him off the broom.

But what Harry and George didn't expect was that the Bludger suddenly changed direction midway and flew straight towards Harry again.

Harry hurriedly lowered the broom, narrowly avoiding it again.

George slammed the Bludger at Malfoy again.However, like a boomerang, the Bludger spun around again and went straight for Harry's head.

Harry felt something was wrong, so he speeded up instantly, and flew to the other end of the arena with a whoosh.

Yet he could hear the Bludger still whizzing after him.

'How is this going? ' thought Harry in amazement.

Fred poised to go, waiting for the Bludger at the other end.Harry jerked his head down, and Fred slammed the Bludger with all his strength, sending the Bludger across the field.

"Good shot! It's all right now!" Fred shouted happily.

Yet again he was wrong.

The Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted to Harry, and once again chased him and flew towards him, and Harry had to speed up and escape desperately.

It began to rain gradually in the sky, and big drops hit Harry's face and splashed on his glasses.

According to Wood, this situation is beneficial to Gryffindor who has experienced training in all weathers, but Harry is not happy at all.

Under the cover of the raindrops, he couldn't understand other situations on the field at all, so he could only reluctantly focus on avoiding the Bludger that had been surrounding him.

"The Slytherins lead, sixty to zero."

The regretful voice of commentator Lee Jordan rang out on the Quidditch pitch.

Apparently, the Slytherin team's latest broom had its effect, and the Gryffindor players couldn't stop their fast break at all.

Meanwhile, the crazy Bludger was still doing its best to knock Harry out of the air.

In order to protect Harry from being knocked down by the Bludger, Fred and George are now flying close to his left and right, so that Harry can only see their arms that continuously hit the Bludger, and there is no hope of finding the Golden Snitch. , let alone grab it.

"Someone has tampered with this Bludger..." Fred also found out what the problem was. He frowned and murmured as he vigorously knocked the Bludger away, which was launching a new round of attacks on Harry.

"We need a timeout," George said, nodding.

He held up his hands and folded them in a gesture to Wood, while he and Fred stopped the Bludger from breaking Harry's nose.

As a qualified captain, Wood obviously caught his signal.He gestured to Mrs. Hooch to stop the game.

"All--"

Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew.

Harry, Fred, and George descended to the ground, still dodging the maddened Bludger.

"What's going on?" Wood came over with a broom on his shoulders and asked suspiciously.

Harry was flying too high, and the raindrops were too heavy, and Wood didn't see anything wrong with him.

"We were scored consecutively, and our side couldn't organize an effective offense at all." He complained, "Fred, George, when that Bludger prevented Angelina from scoring, where did you go? Could it be?" You really want to make money off those two Sickles who countered Slytherin?"

"We were twenty feet above her to stop another Bludger from killing Harry, Oliver," said George angrily. The whole game, it kept ramming around Harry, not chasing anyone else!"

"Maybe the people from the Slytherin team tampered with it." Fred speculated, "or like last year, a dark wizard like Quirrell sneaked into Hogwarts and wanted to kill Harry. unfavorable!"

"But those Bludgers have been locked in Mrs. Hooch's office since we finished training last time, and they were all fine at that time..." Wood said anxiously, "I'll try to see if I can ask Mrs. Hooch Request to replace a Bludger."

He walked over to Mrs. Hooch, anxiously explaining what Harry had just been up to.

Then Mrs. Hooch nodded, and brought the Bludger over for an examination.

"I can't see what's wrong with the Bludger." She checked it inside and out, then shook her head, "The flight path of the Bludger is completely random, and there have been rounds around a Bludger in previous games The example of people flying, maybe you think too much, right?"

"But, Mrs. Hooch..." Fred wanted to defend himself, but was interrupted by Mrs. Hooch.

"Your timeout is coming, can you continue the game?" She looked at her watch and said seriously.

"Listen." Harry shook his head at Fred and George. "You two are flying around me non-stop. I have no hope of catching the Snitch! You should go back to the other team members." , I can deal with that wild ball myself."

"But we can't just watch you die!" George said excitedly.

The conscience of the Wesley twins couldn't make them abandon Harry, even if it cost twenty Galleons.

Just when the few people were about to argue, a voice sounded with great interest——

"It seems that you have some trouble here?"

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