novelcrest Chapter 141 Quidditch Match
Chapter 141 Quidditch Match
Chapter 141 Quidditch Match (Part 1)
As they entered the dull and quiet library, they couldn't help but lower their voices.
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was sitting in front, seemingly looking at something.
"A powerful potion?" she repeated doubtfully, taking the note from Hermione's hand and holding it up.
Examining it closely against the light, as if testing its authenticity.
Finally, she nodded in satisfaction and walked proudly through the towering bookshelves.
A few minutes later, she returned with a thick book that looked moldy.
Hermione carefully took the book and put it in her bag, while deliberately maintaining a steady pace so as not to appear guilty.
Just five minutes later, they retreated back into the dilapidated washroom, where the perpetually weeping Myrtle lived.
Despite Ron's displeasure, Hermione insisted that no normal person would want to come here, thus ensuring the secrecy of the operation.
The weeping Queen Myrtle cried loudly in her private room, but she did not disturb them; neither side bothered the other.
Hermione carefully opened "The Powerful Potion," and the three of them huddled together, staring at the watermarked pages.
They soon understood why the book had been classified as a banned book.
Some of the potions had terrifying effects, and the book also contained some disturbing illustrations: a person appeared to be completely flipped over, and a witch had several arms growing from her head.
"Look here!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she found the page for Compound Herbal Remedies.
The image above depicts a person transforming into someone else.
Harry sincerely hoped that the extremely painful expressions on those people's faces were just something the painter had imagined.
"This is truly the most complicated potion I've ever seen," Hermione exclaimed as she browsed the recipe. "Grassworms, ants, sapwort, and two-eared grass," she muttered, pointing to each ingredient with her finger. "These can all be found in the student lockers; we can get them easily."
"Oh, wait, we also need powdered two-horned beast horns—those are a bit hard to find—and fragments of African tree snake skin—those are also difficult to obtain. Of course, we also need something from the person we want to become."
"Wait," Ron interrupted urgently, "What does this mean? What do you mean by something from the person we want to become? If Crabbe's toenail is in it, I absolutely won't drink it—"
But Hermione seemed not to hear him and continued to explain, "We'll think about that later; that part of the material was added last—"
Ron turned to Harry without a word, while Harry expressed another concern of his.
"Do you realize how much we need to steal, Hermione? Scraps of African tree snake skin—you don't find that in the students' lockers. What should we do? Break into Snape's private storage? I don't know if that's a good idea."
Hermione slammed the book shut.
"Okay, if you're scared and want to back out, that's fine too." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes shone brighter than usual. "You know, I don't want to break the school rules. But in my opinion..."
Threatening Muggle-born students is far worse than concocting complex potions. However, if you don't want to investigate whether Malfoy was responsible, then I'll go find Mrs. Pince and return the book right now—”
"I never imagined I'd see you advising us to break school rules," Ron remarked. "Alright, if that's the case, let's do it. But please, don't use your toenails, okay?"
"How long will it take to make this potion?" Harry asked. Hermione had calmed down by then and reopened her book.
"Well, the sap grass needs to be harvested during the full moon, and the grass worms need to be boiled for twenty days—I think if we can collect all the materials, it should be ready in about a month."
"A month?" Ron exclaimed. "By then, Malfoy will probably have bullied half of the Muggle students in the school!" Seeing Hermione's eyes gradually sharpen, he quickly added, "However, this is the best solution we can think of. Let's get started."
However, just as they were about to leave the bathroom and Hermione went to check the surroundings, Ron whispered to Harry, "If you can knock Malfoy off his flying broom tomorrow, we'll save ourselves a lot of trouble."
The next day.
Clear skies.
The sun shone brightly, as if the whole world was bathed in golden light. The sky was a deep blue, without a single cloud to obstruct the sun's rays, allowing them to shine down on the earth without restraint.
A gentle morning breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, invigorating the spirit. As the sun rises higher, its warm rays gradually dispel the morning chill, and the earth begins to warm up.
In such fine weather, the Quidditch match began.
Today's Quidditch matches consist of two games: Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw in the morning and Gryffindor vs. Slytherin in the afternoon.
The game had already started when Sean walked into the stands with a steaming cup of honey lemon tea.
Sean sat in the stands, sipping his steaming honey lemon tea, his eyes glued to the game on the field.
The golden snitch gleamed alluringly in the sunlight as it sped away from the center of the arena, eliciting gasps of surprise.
Cho Chang, as Ravenclaw's Seeker, kept his eyes fixed on the direction where the Golden Snitch had disappeared.
She rode on a flying broomstick, her movements light and agile, as if she were one with the wind. Sunlight shone on her, giving her a golden halo, making her look like a Valkyrie on the battlefield.
it's beautiful.
Sean exclaimed in genuine admiration, saying he felt that just watching Cho Chang eat might make him eat two plates of strawberry dumplings, a British specialty. (In fact, he ate one last night and threw up.)
The wind whistled past Qiu Zhang's ears, her long hair fluttering in the wind, intertwining with the trail of the flying broom to create a beautiful picture.
She seemed to become one with the wind, dancing in the air to its rhythm, each turn and each dive appearing so natural and fluid.
Time flew by as Sean watched intently, and the game reached its climax.
The batters and chasers from each team engaged in fierce battles in the air.
Sean thought the Eagles and the others were much more civilized than the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match that was about to begin that afternoon.
Their physical confrontations were like child's play.
He even suspected that if both teams hadn't been on flying broomsticks, they would have actually bowed to each other before the confrontation.
However, Qiu Zhang was not affected by the others. For the Seekers, the progress of the game had little to do with them. At this moment, she only had eyes for the glittering thief.
She skillfully maneuvered her flying broom, drawing graceful arcs in the air as she attempted to intercept the crucial golden thief.
Whenever Qiu Zhang approaches the Golden Thief, cheers erupt from the audience.
However, catching the golden thief was no easy task; it seemed to have a mind of its own, always slipping away from Qiu Zhang's fingertips at crucial moments.
But Qiu Zhang did not give up. With her keen sense of the wind and superb flying skills, she launched attacks on the Golden Snitch time and time again.
Compared to Cho Chang, Hufflepuff's Seeker was far inferior.
If Sean remembers correctly, he is... Cedric Diggory?
When Sean saw Cedric riding a flying broomstick, chasing after the Golden Snitch behind Cho Chang, his eyes widened.
Isn't he a batter?
When did you become a Seeker?
No! That was the first thought that popped into Sean's head.
Sean felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of what might happen in the future in the original story.
He didn't want to see Cedric and Cho Chang, both Seekers, develop a fierce mutual respect and then quickly progress to the point of falling in love.
He had to do something.
Although Cedric is a good boy and I respect him.
However, prevention is always better than cure.
So Sean took out his little black notebook from his pocket and wrote:
I suggested to Professor Sprout that Cedric is a natural hitter and that playing him as the Seeker would only waste his Quidditch talent. I strongly recommend that he return to the hitter position and shine for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
After writing this, Sean made a large crease at the bottom of the page to prevent himself from forgetting about it.
To make himself aware of the crease, he unusually put the notebook into his pants pocket—so that he could feel its heavy weight underneath when he walked.
He also took a double precaution.
He wrote the words "Book of Life and Death" on the palm of his left hand with the fountain pen he always carried with him.
Yes, that's right.
The Book of Life and Death was the term he privately used to refer to that book.
However... looking at Professor Sprout sitting in front of him, he felt that his actions were unnecessary.
So he gently patted Professor Sprout on the shoulder.
As the other person turned his head in confusion, he revealed what he considered to be his most amiable and radiant smile, and said sincerely, "Professor, I think Cedric..."
Meanwhile, Sean and Professor Sprout were talking.
The competition was gradually drawing to a close.
After being specially trained by Sean, Cho Chang's flying skills and speed were far superior to Cedric's.
Sean believes this has nothing to do with the system's "tutoring" or the Nimbus 2001 he gave to Cho Chang yesterday.
It was entirely due to the joint efforts of him and Qiu Zhang.
Finally, in the final moments of the match, Qiu Zhang successfully caught the Golden Snitch with a perfect dive and a precise catch.
At that moment, the entire stadium seemed to freeze, followed by thunderous applause and cheers.
A victorious smile spread across Qiu Zhang's face as she held up the Golden Snitch and waved to the audience.
Sean also put down his tea, which he had finished long ago, and stood up with Teacher Sprout to applaud Cho Chang's victory.
Qiu Zhang's gaze swept back and forth across the faculty seating area with a tense and anxious look. Her eyes revealed a sense of expectation and longing, as if at this moment, the whole world had stopped, and only her search continued.
Finally, her gaze settled on a familiar figure; the person was in a corner of the faculty seating area.
Standing quietly.
Qiu Zhang's face immediately broke into a bright smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.
She finally saw the person she wanted to see. At that moment, a faint blush rose on her cheeks, like the sunset glow or a newly blossoming peach blossom.