Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"What are you kidding, Potter?"

A Hufflepuff Quidditch player behind Cedric said suspiciously, "You Gryffindors basically haven't won any games this year, so how can you prevent Sto What about Tring's score?"

"That's right! I just hope that you don't lose too much to Slytherin." Another little Hufflepuff wizard said in a mocking tone, "As long as you can lose within [-] points, we will Then you can thank Merlin loudly!"

Harry frowned, looking at the little wizard.

Harry recognized him as a second-year student, named Ernie MacMillan, who seemed to be a pure-blood nobleman, and he had been quite high-profile when the two houses were in class together.

"Come on, Ernie." Cedric interrupted McMillan's taunt, and turned to look at Harry, "Harry, thank you for your kindness, but I believe we can defeat Stanley with our own strength. Come to Tring."

He declined Harry's surprising idea.

"But Slytherin's broom is Nimbus 2001," said Harry.

The Hufflepuffs fell silent.

In fact, they also knew that the Hufflepuff team had a certain gap with Slytherin in strength, and most of the matches against Slytherin usually lost more than they won.

Most of the badgers in the whole group are upright and humble. Under the "foul flow" style of the Slytherin team, they can't let go of their hands and feet, and they often use the so-called "Transylvania fake moves" by them. Such methods give blows.

The "Transylvanian Feint" is a Quidditch technique in which you pretend to hit your opponent's nose to confuse them.

But the Slytherin feint of hitting an opponent's nose with a Bludger is never too real, and when the bat actually hits the opponent's face, they I often justify that I didn't catch it, I missed it...

So, basically after every game, the poor little badgers were all bruised and swollen.

So if possible, they are not willing to face the Slytherin players who will definitely chase points desperately.

If there was already a point difference of more than 200 points between them before the game, then the Hufflepuff players just need to do a good job of defending, and there is no need to worry about the Slytherin players playing tricks...

"All--"

At this moment, the whistle for the game preparation was blown.

Harry nodded to Cedric, then mounted his broom and flew directly from the stands into the air over the Quidditch pitch.

The Gryffindor players didn't react too much to his lateness or what he had just done, just casually glanced at the Seeker, as if he was just a man to fill the gap and let the game go. Unrelated personnel who can start.

Only Wood added a few words after seeing him,

"Harry, I don't expect you to catch the Snitch anymore, and even if you could catch the Snitch, we don't have the energy to fight Slytherin for 150 points. "

If it was the usual weekend games, with Wood's attitude of not admitting defeat, he would fight for the slightest chance of winning even if his hope was slim.

If Harry had any hope of catching the Golden Snitch, then he, a training madman, would definitely order the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team to fight Slytherin, even if it lasted for three days and three nights. Try to make up for the 150 point difference, and wait until you surpass Slytherin by 150 points before letting Harry catch the golden snitch that represents the end of the game.

Because they can only get tickets to the finals if they surpass Slytherin by [-] points.

But at the end of the day, the game was held shortly before final exams.

They are going to take the more important final exam in a few days. There is no need to waste the two days of rest, exhaust all energy, and compete with a hope that is so small that it is almost invisible. to the end of the game.

As the captain of course, Wood knew this well, so he sighed and said desolately:

"You try to entangle Malfoy and prevent him from catching the Snitch so early... At least we can't lose so ugly."

Harry gave his captain a deep look, and nodded slowly.

The start whistle blew, and all the Quaffles and Bludgers went up into the sky, and the Snitch was long gone.

Hearing the whistle, Harry flew to a very high position in an instant, overlooking the entire Quidditch field from afar.

"Damn it, didn't I ask Harry to pester the opposite Seeker?" Wood cursed secretly when he saw Harry's actions, "Forget it, leave him alone, and leave the rest to us. Fred , George, cover Angelina!"

"Got it, Captain!"

"No problem, Captain!"

Even in the face of this kind of game with no chance of winning and no future, Fred and George still maintained a playful smile and replied funny.

The game was on the verge of breaking out like a war, and the players of the two teams quickly became entangled together!

High in the sky, Harry didn't care about his captain's questioning mood. He squinted his eyes and carefully scanned the entire field with a serious attitude that he hadn't had in the whole semester, just like an eagle flying in the air looking for prey ...

He sees Fred and George probing each other with "Transylvanian feints" with Slytherin's Marcus Flint; Angelina carries the Quaffle through a Another defense, another stop by a burly Slytherin; Wood stood nervously in front of three Gryffindor round balls, watching the Quaffle pass back and forth from a distance... Outside the arena, two delicate chairs were placed alone on an audience stand dedicated to professors, and two professors who were rarely seen in this arena appeared on the seats at the same time.

Dumbledore sat comfortably on one of the chairs, admiring the fierce competition; while Dracula was holding a black parasol, leaning on the railing around the auditorium, looking at the audience with interest. The ever-changing Quidditch situation on the field.

All the sights came to Harry's eyes.

Under the bright sunlight, he completely discarded distracting thoughts, squinted his eyes, and looked at every suspicious place through the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly, an abnormal golden reflection quietly emerged from the corner of the eye.

Harry turned his head sharply, turned his broom and flew towards the golden reflection.

Slytherin's Seeker Malfoy saw Harry's move, and flew towards his position with crazy speed.

The speed of Nimbus 2001 is obviously improved compared to the old version of Nimbus 2000. Whether it is the acceleration efficiency of linear acceleration or the limit speed, Malfoy is much faster than Harry.

But Harry naturally had his own way.

Harry made several light turns in the air, easily throwing Malfoy behind him, who was only good at sprinting with speed, and almost crashed him into a goal post.

When Malfoy was played dizzily, Harry suddenly accelerated and swooped towards the place where the golden light appeared!

"My God, I saw it, Harry really found the Snitch!" On the Quidditch commentary stand, the commentator Lee Jordan watched this scene in disbelief, and shouted excitedly, "After a game of silence The best Seeker of the year, is he finally going to return to his original level?!"

The entire Quidditch pitch seemed to be silent for a moment, and all eyes were on Harry.

And there was no obstacle in front of Harry, only a small golden ball stuck in the air.

"Everything-"

Ms. Hooch blew the whistle that signaled the end of the game.

Harry raised the golden snitch in his hand high, showing a long-lost happy smile.

In the end, the score on the scoreboard was fixed at 160:10, directly opening up a huge gap of 150 points for Slytherin.

From this point of view, the whimsical idea he proposed with the Hufflepuff players before the game has actually come true!

The entire Quidditch pitch was boiling!

The little wizards of Gryffindor, who hadn't had any enthusiasm for watching the game for a long time, were desperately waving the red flag representing the college and shouting Harry's name.

Professor McGonagall no longer had a serious look on his face, but instead wiped the corners of his eyes with emotion; Dumbledore showed a relaxed smile, nodded to Dracula, and happily stuffed another sizzling honey into his mouth sugar.

Dracula also hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he was quite satisfied with Harry's performance, and he didn't let him come to watch the game with Dumbledore on such a sunny day.

The commentator Lee Jordan, who was sitting in the commentary seat, was reluctant to leave the seat for a long time, still analyzing the meaning of the game with endless interest——

"Let us congratulate Gryffindor in advance, for winning the No.3 Quidditch Cup this year!"

"I believe everyone knows that as the defending champion of last season, the Gryffindor team performed very poorly this season. As the youngest and most potential Seeker ever, Harry Potter take primary responsibility.”

"But today's Harry gave me a different feeling, as if the confident best player from last year walked back from the moment he won the Quidditch Cup!"

"It's a pity that if he could get back to his current state earlier and win a few more games, maybe Gryffindor could get a ticket to the final again... Unlike now, he can only win a few games with The ranking of No.3 in a competition year will come to an end."

Lee Jordan spoke passionately and regretfully at times, occupying the microphone and unwilling to leave. It was not until Ms. Hooch was about to clean the arena that she reluctantly gave up her commentator seat.

At this time, Harry also had no time and energy to care about Lee Jordan's commentary. He was surrounded by his team members, and everyone was asking him what he had figured out. It's as powerful as medicine.

Harry smiled and responded to the jokes and inquiries from his teammates, and finally felt the atmosphere that he hadn't felt in this team for half a year...

Talking and laughing, they flew down from the sky, passing the stands where the Hufflepuff and Quidditch players were.

Harry took the time to give a thumbs up to Cedric's direction.

Cedric smiled knowingly and gave Harry a thumbs up back.

Next, they can finally face the final exam with confidence!

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