Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 207 Overwhelming Approval Rating

And so on until the second week.

Before the start of the game, everyone in Hufflepuff started to get nervous, and they were in no mood to do other things. Even though it was the weekend, there wasn't a single homework helper in the common room.

The outcome of this game will determine who can get the match point and take the initiative in the final, so they can't help but pay attention to it.

Harris was so nervous that he was like a wind-up toy, walking aimlessly around the lounge with a broom, repeating the dos and don'ts that had been said a dozen times.

Next to him, two batters were practicing their swings.

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor are the best beaters.

In order not to drag the team back, they can only use this method to slightly make up for some gaps in strength.

However, Kyle felt that if this continued, the two of them would probably be sent to the school hospital before the game because their arms were out of strength.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout sent a pot of sunflowers that can relieve emotions, which allowed them to keep their arms.

Since Hufflepuff won the championship last year, Professor Sprout has also begun to pay attention to the Quidditch game.

The sunflower she brought this time is a rare plant, a bit like a three-headed dog among magical animals, very rare.

In addition to its soothing properties, its flowers and leaves are the main ingredients for making fel elixirs.

Kyle is a little jealous, but this is obviously not the time to think about Sunflower.

After finally waiting until noon, when they entered the auditorium, all eyes were on them.

Surprisingly, except for Gryffindor, almost everyone in the auditorium supported Hufflepuff.

Needless to say, the Slytherins were more reluctant to see Gryffindor win than to lose themselves.

Ravenclaw's thinking is complicated. Although they were blocked in the last game, as long as Gryffindor is also behind by a large score this time, they can wash away their shame.

Look... It's not that we are weak, it's just that the opponent is too strong, it doesn't matter who comes.

It's like an exam, it doesn't matter if there is a perfect score, as long as everyone else fails.

A zero and a failing grade are, in a way, the same.

For Gryffindor, this is the first time they have encountered such an overwhelming approval rating, and this kind of treatment is usually only available to Slytherins.

During the meal, Wood was so angry that he almost chopped up the plate.

"Never mind what those people say, we are the best!"

Looking at the gloomy atmosphere around him, Wood pushed away the steak that had been cut into dumpling fillings in front of him, and cheered up the others: "The approval rating doesn't mean anything, we want to win the game and tell them who is Hogg Watts' strongest team."

"That's right!"

Chaser Angelina also pushed away the plate in front of her, held up a glass of pumpkin juice, and said firmly, "Then let them see who is the strongest!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two more cups of pumpkin juice were raised.

"Hey, don't forget we're Gryffindors."

"This look should not be on our dinner table."

It's Fred and George.

"Yeah, that's right."

"We can definitely win!"

More and more people began to raise their glasses, and then everyone laughed, and the previous gloomy atmosphere was instantly swept away.

Harry was among them, his arms raised high, his face flushed with excitement.

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After lunch, the game is about to start.

As the students came to the Quidditch pitch one after another, the stands became more and more lively.

In the team locker room, Harris said those words of encouragement as usual.

"Captain, you have said these words [-] times, let us stay quietly for a while."

Goalkeeper Ferro peeped out of the door, took a deep breath and said: "The stands are full of people who support us. I feel more nervous than I was in last year's final. What if I don't perform well...

Wait, who is that person... Oh my God, Dumbledore is here too! "

"Dumbledore?"

The locker room was instantly quiet, and everyone rushed to the door, wanting to confirm.

"Great!"

After seeing the silver-white beard, Harris waved his arms excitedly and said, "If Dumbledore was watching the game, Snape would never dare to embarrass Kyle too much!"

The problem that was bothering him the most was solved at once... which made Harris feel relieved.

Soon, the door of the locker room was opened, and the players lined up to the field.

"Look, the Hufflepuff players are entering the arena!"

The stands remembered the voice of Lee Jordan.

"They are the most popular team, and their strength is no worse than Gryffindor. Ravenclaw, who defeated Slytherin in the last game, didn't even score a point in front of them."

Belittling two Hufflepuff teams at once, Lee Jordan's provocative meaning is simply too obvious.

But his words were quickly drowned in boos, as he was rained down on snack packages and multi-flavored beans, along with a few pairs of shoes.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall waved his wand and gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Oh, sorry Professor McGonagall, I'm just telling the truth."

The booing grew louder.

Even Snape, who was the referee, gave Lee Jordan a hard look, wondering if he should be allowed to enjoy Kyle's treatment the next time he was in Potions class.

Li Qiaodan inexplicably felt cold all over, as if he was being stared at by something terrible.

Seeing that he was outraged by the public, he didn't dare to carry any more private goods, and began to explain in a regular manner.

"This commentary has a good way of getting people's mentality. If we lose, it will be ugly, and it will become a stepping stone for Gryffindor."

On the field, Cedric whispered.

"It's okay, just win."

Kyle said with a smile: "As long as we also give Gryffindor a zero, he won't say such things next time."

"Then I will catch the Snitch as soon as possible."

Cedric laughed too.

Soon, the captains of the two sides shook hands, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and the game began.

With the advantage of the broom, Kyle grabbed the Quaffle first.

Harris followed behind him tacitly, and the two rushed towards the Gryffindor goalposts just like that.

Angelina and Spinnet wanted to go up to intercept it, but their brooms couldn't catch up to Nimbus 2000 at all, so they could only follow far behind.

A Bludger hit by Fred was also easily dodged by Kyle with a dodge.

Kyle, who came to the scoring area, pretended to pass the ball to Harris on the left, and then threw the ball back to the right goalpost.

The cheering in the stands died down, and everyone stared nervously at the Quaffle.

Only Li Qiaodan was still explaining quickly:

"Kyle throws the ball... another feint... Wood can...beautiful, Wood sees through his trick, the ball is stopped, and now the initiative comes to Gryffindor!"

(End of this chapter)