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That Ravenclaw student needs to be taught a lesson!
How can he stay in Slytherin after being humiliated like this?
"Uh-huh."
Crabbe and Gore nodded awkwardly, without saying a word.
...
Meanwhile, Maurice walked over to the audience where Ravenclaw was gathered.
He sat behind Qiu Zhang.
The second-grade girl even gave Morris some candy, which greatly increased his favorability towards her.
With a candy in his mouth, Morris's unpleasant mood vanished.
People from our own college are better.
Cho Chang seemed to be a Quidditch enthusiast, constantly analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams with Maurice and Marietta Eckmore beside him.
Especially Gryffindor, who have a new Seeker this year, Harry Potter.
"And what about Ravenclaw?" Maurice asked curiously.
He was more interested in his own team than in other colleges.
"..."
Qiu Zhang was silent for a moment before speaking, "Last year was not bad, but this year the most crucial player, the Seeker, suffered a minor injury, and there are also two newcomers..."
"In short, as long as there are no regrets in the competition, that's fine."
Morris nodded.
It seems the situation isn't very optimistic.
No regrets?
He always felt that this statement had a self-deceptive connotation.
Finally, eleven o'clock arrived, and the competition started on time.
As the whistle blew, the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams entered the arena.
Hogwarts doesn't have many students in one house, yet they can still put together a team of seven... Quidditch is really popular.
Chapter 59 Harry's Tactics
Quidditch is a great game—that's what Morris would say.
But in reality, he had no idea what was happening on the field.
At that moment, he finally understood why most of the students around him were carrying binoculars.
"Look!" Cho Chang exclaimed excitedly, holding up his binoculars. "Harry Potter is breaking through! They're going to... Oh, too bad, they're stopped by the wandering ball."
"..."
Morris didn't speak. He only saw red and green colliding in the air and then quickly scattering, making it impossible to tell who was who.
He could barely recognize the smallest of them, Harry Potter.
Is this Quidditch?
Sure enough, he didn't really enjoy watching these kinds of matches.
But perhaps taking the stage personally would be a different story?
He might give it a try if he has the chance in the future.
The usually quiet Cho Chang seemed like a different person when watching Quidditch matches, becoming extremely active and acting as a part-time commentator for Maurice and Marietta.
"Hmm, Slytherin's Seeker made a beautiful feint! Ah, he missed."
Cho Chang suddenly put down her binoculars, turned to Maurice, and said, "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Her eyes sparkled, and she looked a little excited. "I watched the Quidditch World Cup with my dad before, and that was a real spectacle. Even high-difficulty moves like the Lansky feint could be done easily by those professional players. You must go and see it if you have the chance."
Morris didn't know what Lansky's feint was, but...
"Uh…" He pointed to a figure in mid-air and asked hesitantly, "What kind of feint is that?"
"What's wrong?"
Qiu Zhang picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Harry Potter was gripping his broom, twisting and twitching violently in the air, as if riding a bull in heat.
He even spun around in the air several times, each time turning 360 degrees.
"That's strange," Qiu Zhang frowned and pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Could it be a new tactic? To…to attract the enemy's attention? To disrupt their line of sight?"
Morris nodded thoughtfully.
That makes sense.
Look at the Slytherin line; several people have already stopped what they were doing and are staring intently at Harry, who is dancing in the air.
"That's brilliant tactic," Morris thought.
But the thought only lasted a short while.
Because Harry was out of control for a full five minutes high in the air.
In those five minutes, after the Slytherin players reacted, they scored an unknown number of goals.
The stands were filled with whispers, and many people even stood up.
What exactly is being done?
Finally, Harry suddenly stopped his bizarre dance moves and made a long downward dive.
Morris could clearly see a golden light flash past him.
Then, Harry landed on the pitch, almost rolling down, landing on all fours.
Although the posture was a bit awkward, but...
"I caught the Snitch!" Harry shouted, raising his right hand high above his head.
With the whistle blowing and commentator Lee Jordan's passionate announcement, the game ended.
Gryffindor's victory.
Upon seeing this, Morris nodded in admiration.
Harry, you bastard.
Pretend that the broom has gone out of control to lower the guard of all the enemies, then seize the opportunity to capture the Golden Thief in one fell swoop.
Is this your purpose?
Sure enough, the savior is quite capable.
If it were him, he couldn't have made such a dangerous dive.
Qiu Zhang, seemingly still in a daze, muttered, "What kind of tactic is this...?"
Even though Harry caught the Golden Snitch, she still felt something was off.
...
After the Quidditch match ended, Maurice had intended to congratulate Harry.
But as soon as the match ended, Harry pulled Hermione and Ron away in another direction, their destination likely Hagrid's hut or the Forbidden Forest.
Therefore, Maurice had no choice but to return to the castle alone.
"Awooo—Awooo—"
As we approached the castle, familiar calls came from not far away.
He followed the sound to the side of the castle, looked up, and saw a black figure—no, no, there were two figures.
In mid-air, a jet-black owl was flapping its wings, its two claws gripping a...cat?
The cat was twisting and turning frantically, but it couldn't break free.
The scene seemed somewhat eerie.
But Morris was already used to it.
Because these are his two pets, the Undead Cat Canned Food and the Undead Owl Fireworks.
The bird and cat wobbled and spun in the air before landing in front of Morris.
Calling it a landing is actually a bit inappropriate.
Because the canned food was roughly thrown down by the fireworks.
"Meow—"
The black cat let out a shrill scream in the air, rolled twice on the grass before regaining its footing, and bared its teeth at the owl still hanging in mid-air.
The firework gracefully folded its wings, landed on the low fence beside it, shook itself, and angrily turned its head to the side.
Morris sighed. "Silly cat, did you mess with the fireworks again? How many times have I told you, no fighting!"
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