The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The broom had not been used for a long time and had a thin layer of dust on it. Tom sat in the armchair in the common room and wiped away the dust bit by bit with a rag. Of course he could use magic, but he didn't want to do that today. The process of cleaning the broom bit by bit made him feel calmer.

He wants to win today's game. Although he was only a substitute, although he and the team had not practiced together for more than a year, and although the outcome of this game had no impact on him, he woke up early in the morning and came to the scene with a broomstick. After the common room, he felt like he still wanted to win.

He was curious about what the mysterious reward of the system was. More importantly, he was about to fly in the sky in the rain for at least more than an hour. It couldn't be because of a failure, right?

Now that you are here, let’s have a serious fight.

He wiped the Sweeping Seven Stars clean and applied a layer of wax, making them look as good as new.

Although this broom is an old model, it is the "Sweep Seven Stars Modification". Professor Flitwick has optimized this broom so that it is no longer an ordinary, outdated broom, but a sharp weapon that Tom can rely on. .

Tom had just finished cleaning the broom when he felt something rub against his leg. As soon as he bent down, he picked up Crookshanks who was passing by.

"Are we doing well today?" He patted Crookshanks' butt.

"Meow~" Crookshanks moaned comfortably.

"That's good." Tom held Crookshanks in his arms, reclined in the armchair and stood in a daze.

Cats, people, stoves, armchairs. It would have been a fantastic Saturday morning if not for a game.

After a while, other teammates of the team also appeared in the lounge one after another. Captain Richie handed him a waterproof Ravenclaw robe. The entire team changed into their team uniforms before walking towards the auditorium downstairs.

The seven members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team appearing together in the auditorium were so impressive that they overwhelmed more than one of the Gryffindor team: they came to the auditorium to eat in scattered pieces, and none of them were there yet. Wear a team uniform. Therefore, the Rich Seven immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of applause from the long table in Ravenclaw House, mixed with a few cheers.

This put Wood, who entered the auditorium behind the Ravenclaw team, in a dilemma. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and quickly walked through the auditorium under the eyes of others, and came to the table in his own college. After he sat down, he saw Tom among the seven, and he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"It's just some fancy little tricks. Even Ravenclaws can do these tricks." Aria comforted Wood, but Wood obviously cared more about Tom.

"I didn't expect Yodel to get involved. Didn't he quit the Quidditch team a long time ago?" He said to himself uneasily: "Is he the secret weapon of the Ravenclaw team?"

"No," Fred and George replied in unison, "We saw Roger from the Ravenclaw team entering the school hospital last night. He might have been injured. He is still in the hospital this morning. That means Tom was a temporary replacement."

Upon hearing the news, Wood's frown suddenly relaxed, and he relaxed instantly. But he soon realized something was wrong.

"I watched you enter the dormitory last night, and you didn't come out again until I went to bed - then how did you know about Roger's injury?" Wood suddenly found the loophole in the two people's words.

Fred's expression froze on his face - they knew this naturally because he and George had a magical map called the Marauder's Map, which allowed them to see the movements of everyone in Hogwarts. Yesterday he saw it with his own eyes Richie and Madam Pomfrey took Roger to the infirmary, where Roger was still lying in the infirmary until this morning.

But the Marauder's Map is not something that outsiders can appreciate! If he and George heard about it when they went out late at night, not to mention how they knew the news, just the fact that they dared to stay up late before the game would be enough to make Woodson tear them apart.

So he was completely unable to explain his sources.

"Let's eat first!" He picked up a piece of bread and ran away.

No matter what, Fred brought good news, which improved Wood's appetite a lot, and he successfully ate two slices of bread and a few slices of bacon. In the past, Wood would often be too nervous to eat before games.

The number of people in the auditorium gradually increased, and even Hermione walked out of the lounge, holding the furry Crookshanks in her arms. Today she wore a hat that could wrap her hair in, and a thick robe on the outside, covering almost every inch of skin on her body - her dress today looked as if she had been rectified hundreds of times after complaints. The second-dimensional character modeling, that is, wrapped in a military coat, is a little more conservative than her outfit.

"Give you five!" She held up Crookshanks' cat paw and gave Tom a high five.

"I hope it brings you good luck - if you don't have a rabbit's foot, you can just use a cat's claw." Hermione said with a smile. In many parts of Europe, Africa, and the Americas, rabbits' feet are believed to be talismans that bring good luck. If rabbits could talk, they would argue otherwise.

"It's time to go." Rich glanced at the time, drank the bowl of broth-soaked bread, stood up, and led his team members to the stadium.

The popularity of Quidditch can be seen from today's weather and the attendance at the stadium - the Hogwarts stadium is an open stadium, and spectators have to use umbrellas to watch the game on rainy days! As a result, despite the weather conditions today, the stadium was still crowded with spectators. On his way to the stadium, Tom could see a steady stream of students walking towards the stadium holding umbrellas.

The rain was heavier than in the morning, and the raindrops thumped on the ground, even forming a rain curtain on the edge of the little wizards' umbrellas.

"The weather is terrible," said Tom, looking at the sky which showed no sign of clearing.

"This is a good thing. The worse the weather is, the greater our advantage will be." Seeker Albert looked at his clear mask and gloated: Is the Gryffindor team member now a drowned rat?

really.

Wood didn't think twice about equipping the team members with waterproof cloaks, and now they were trudging through the rain. Everyone was soaked.

Harry raised his head and glanced at the sky, only to feel extremely frustrated: it seemed that everything had been going wrong for him since the beginning of this summer vacation, and he didn't even have good weather to play Quidditch.

The weather was exactly the same as his mood.

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