The Alchemist of Harry Potter

As eleven o'clock gradually approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium.

After arriving at the Quidditch stadium, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and went directly to the commentator's stand. He will also serve as the commentator for the Quidditch game under the supervision of Professor McGonagall later.

"Let's go find a seat too." Shanna said to Albert with her head turned.

The two of them walked towards the area where Gryffindor students gathered together, preparing to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw that in the top row, someone was trying to put one with the words "Porter must win". The sheets hang up.

"It seems that our savior also has his own supporters." Albert said with a smile.

"It should be Potter's roommate. The big lion is well drawn." Shanna raised her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and smiled and said to Albert: "Gryffindor College may appear again. A genius."

Shanna did not see other senior students, which means that this banner may be the work of first-year students. Apart from Albert in their class, it is estimated that no one can achieve this level within a few months.

"Reluctantly." Albert smiled and pulled out his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted, the lion roared suddenly.

"It's better this way, isn't it." Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"You scared them."

Shanna looked at the people who were startled by the roar of the lion, and couldn't help but chuckled.

"What's the matter, how did you do it?" Ron raised his head and looked at the banner that issued a lion roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.

Not only him, but even Harry's roommates looked at Hermione in surprise.

"I didn't do it." Hermione didn't figure out what was going on either.

Amid the roar of the Lions, Quidditch players from both sides came on the court one after another, and Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously to announce the game officially began.

After some time, Angelina scored the first goal amidst the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roar of the Slytherins.

As Gryffindor took the lead in scoring, the game started to become less friendly.

Everyone is accustomed to this kind of game atmosphere, and there are always a few less friendly matches in Quidditch every year.

This time Gryffindor suffered a lot. Their pursuit hands were all girls, and they were weaker when they attacked each other privately. Fred and George were obviously not enough.

The Slytherin team quickly regained its disadvantage and began to take the lead in points.

Albert is not surprised at all. Sometimes you are not dark enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress your opponents, you can only use black methods.

Gryffindor couldn't do the former and didn't choose the latter, so when he encountered the black hand of the Slytherin team, he could only be hung up and hit by the opponent.

Amidst the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the communication bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, got up and walked to the side, angry because of the despicable methods of the Slytherin team. The Gryffindor students did not notice Albert's departure at all.

Albert found Isabel who was watching the game with binoculars in a remote corner where there were basically no people.

He walked directly over, sat down beside the girl, smiled and asked, "Do you think the Gryffindor team will win?"

"I heard people say that you think Harry Potter will catch the Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor." Isabel put down his binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said softly, "They I believe you."

"People always need a little confidence. You know, sometimes self-confidence is very important. It allows everyone to fully demonstrate their abilities, and I happen to be able to bring them confidence." Albert reached out and grabbed Isabel's hand. , Gently stroked the white palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"

Isobel couldn't help rolling his eyes at Albert.

"It can improve morale easily and effectively, why not do it?" Albert smiled and raised the binoculars hanging around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.

The savior was high in the sky, moving around looking for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

In fact, flying to high altitude is to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin team. Since Wood was reminded by Albert last time, he has been very careful to protect Harry’s safety. In his words, we don’t want you to be early. The land was attacked.

Facts have proved that this is a wise decision.

After all, Harry participated in the Quidditch game for the first time and had no idea that the Slytherin team would use those dirty tricks in order to win.

"You can always find a bunch of excuses for yourself." Isobel shook Albert's hand backhand and said softly, "However, you are right. Some methods can really improve everyone's confidence. However, I I heard that you made a huge bet on Garon that Harry would catch the Snitch and win the Gryffindor team?"

"Not a lot of gallons," Albert corrected. "Only ten gallons."

"Gambling is not a good habit." Isabel reminded kindly.

"I rarely do things that are uncertain, so I rarely lose." Albert shrugged.

"But I still don't want you to bet on certain things." Isobel looked at Albert's eyes and said seriously: "There are some things that you cannot bet on, even if the probability of losing is very small."

"Okay, I promise. You know, I cherish my life more than anyone else." Albert knows what Isobel's bet is.

The real gambler does not refer to these so-called small bets, but dare to gamble on other things, and sometimes loses nothing.

Just as the two were talking, something changed over the Quidditch field. Harry, who had just dodged a wandering ball, was speeding to dive, chasing a golden streamer away.

Yes, Harry Potter discovered the Snitch.

As Harry dived, the entire Quidditch stadium suddenly became quiet. Everyone noticed the Snitch and stood up and watched the upcoming Snitch battle.

Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgins apparently saw it too. He was even closer than Harry. However, he did not have an advantage on the broomstick. Harry had already taken advantage of the smooth 2000 broomstick. After chasing them up, the two rushed side by side towards the Snitch.

At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing. The players seemed to have forgotten what they should do. They all hovered in the air, watching the fight for the Golden Snitch.

As long as the seeker catches the Snitch, the game is over.

Harry's light wheel 2000 was faster than Higgins's sweep of the seven stars. Seeing Harry speed up again, reaching out to catch the Golden Snitch and grabbing the victory for the Gryffindor team, an accident happened~www. mtl.com~Boom, Harry felt that he was hit hard, and the broom moved sideways.

It was Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, who deliberately ran into Harry to prevent the opponent from catching the Snitch.

"foul!"

Amidst the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle to suspend the game, and she flew over angrily, sending the dog Flint scolded blood.

The latter’s face showed a successful plan. Because of the suspension of the game, the Snitch had disappeared from everyone’s sight. Gryffindor missed the chance to win the game.

The Gryffindor team glared at Flint angrily and almost swallowed him alive.

However, many students who recovered from their anger suddenly realized what had happened just now, and began to throw debris at the venue, and others drew out their wands and released evil curses at Flint, expressing protest and dissatisfaction.

"They seem...a bit excited." Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because they all bet that Harry could catch the Snitch and win the game, and Flint's move undoubtedly made Garon slip away from their hands." Albert said maliciously, "There is nothing better than just It makes everyone even more angry to get Jialong slipping through the fingers."

"Aren't you angry?" Isobel looked at Albert up and down, and asked back, "I remember you seemed to bet too."

"If nothing else, Harry should be able to catch the Snitch. His smooth 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins's sweep of the seven stars. Moreover, Harry's technique is not bad. As a savior, he is naturally lucky. So I don’t think he will lose."

"What are you all right?" Isobel couldn't help covering his mouth and laughed.

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