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"Crookshanks."

Harry bent down, held it in his arms, and gently stroked its fluffy fur with his hands.

"It's really nice to see you so early in the morning. Lin Xia and Hermione might be right about you. You are a very smart cat."

Harry's hand stroking the cat's fur suddenly paused. "Did you notice that there are a lot of mice or dangerous things here, so you deliberately guarded me outside?"

Crookshanks looked at him innocently and rubbed his face against his hand.

Harry came to his senses, put it back on the ground, and walked down the spiral staircase with it.

"Don't stay here, it's dangerous."

Harry arrived in the common room as the blizzard outside grew louder.

He knew that the game would not be cancelled due to bad weather such as thunderstorms.

Despite this, he was still a little worried.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of some larger little wizards.

Seekers are usually light and agile, but in weather like this, their bulkiness is an advantage, as they are less likely to be blown around by the wind.

Harry thought, if only he could suddenly gain a dozen pounds.

It was still early outside, before daybreak, and he was sitting in front of the fire whileing away the time, occasionally getting up to stop Crookshanks from sneaking up to the boys' dormitory.

He felt that Crookshanks was coming for Scabbers, but Scabbers was still useful to them, and at least at this time, Crookshanks couldn't let him catch Scabbers.

But soon, Harry felt that his worries were unnecessary.

After all, Crookshanks and Scabbers have been at odds for so long, and no one has ever seen Scabbers being bitten by Crookshanks.

At least from this point of view, Banban has a way to avoid Crookshanks.

Sitting opposite me was a warm fireplace, and my cold body was warmed by it.

Harry's tense mind relaxed a little, and he suddenly thought of Sirius, Scabbers, and the vague attitudes of the professors.

Harry's heart sank, he had a feeling something was going to happen in this Quidditch match.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry stood up and felt that it was time for breakfast.

So he left the lounge and went to the auditorium.

This time, he was finally not facing Sir Cadogan, and there was no longer a picture frame asking him to duel with him, but a normal fat lady.

The Fat Lady had just returned to the common room last night, and today she had adjusted well and regained her usual elegance and composure.

It was stormy outside and the weather was gloomy. A warm fireplace also rose in the Fat Lady's picture frame, and she was wearing a red coat.

"Good morning, Harry, where are you going so early?"

Harry left the common room, saying hello to the Fat Lady; no password was required to leave the room.

"Hello, Fat Lady. Today is the Quidditch match. I have to represent Gryffindor in the match against Slytherin."

The Fat Lady raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You are playing against Slytherin today, you must really dampen their spirit!
Each of those Slytherin frames had bad intentions. After learning that I had escaped, they were the first to come and laugh at me.

If I could get out of the picture frame, I would tear their picture frame to pieces!"

Harry agreed without thinking, as he had long been annoyed by the arrogant attitude of the Slytherins.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, it was empty. Harry first ate a large bowl of porridge, which cheered him up a little. Then, while he was eating bread, the other team members finally arrived.

"What terrible weather! There will definitely be a fierce battle today!" Wood said, rubbing his face.

He hadn't eaten anything yet, his expression was serious, and his brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.

“Don’t worry, Oliver,” Arya said soothingly. “We won’t mind a little drizzle.”

George and Fred also came over. They had changed into Quidditch jerseys and put on a pair of glasses.

This is very unusual.

The twins are not nearsighted.

When they got closer, Harry noticed that George's sleeve seemed to be hiding something, and it was bulging.

Wood couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing glasses? Even the best glasses may not be able to withstand this bad weather."

George said mysteriously: "These are not ordinary glasses. They are glasses blessed with luck. They can allow me to observe some unusual things on the court."

Fred: "Maybe it will bring us some luck, so we can catch the Quaffle more quickly and efficiently."

Alia asked curiously, "Are you sure? Where did you get your glasses?"

The twins said in unison, "Professor Trelawney gave it to us."

Of course, they wouldn't say that they bought it for a gold galleon.

Thanks to the income from "Hogwarts New Style" magazine, the twins no longer care about gold Galleons when purchasing items.

Anyway, no matter how much you buy, it won’t be as fast as how fast they make money.

However, they did not specifically ask the professor for this pair of glasses.

Instead, the professor heard from somewhere that they were players of the Gryffindor team and specifically sold them this pair of lucky glasses during a private tutorial.

The twins bought it with some doubt.

But it was still one gold Galleon after all, and the twins would only make it more cost-effective, so they asked the professor to predict a Quidditch match for them.

Trelawney did not do any divination, but instead gave them their own crystal ball.

Qiao Zhi took out the crystal ball.

The crystal ball looked dirty, and some of the decorative details had turned yellow, as if it had been used for decades.

Fred said: "Professor Trelawney is very concerned about the outcome of our Quidditch match, but she refuses to help us with divination.

I suspect that she secretly bet on the outcome of the match. Because of her personal wishes, the divination results may be inaccurate.

She simply gave us her crystal ball and let us do the divination ourselves."

Harry said puzzledly: "We also want Gryffindor to win, and we will also impose our personal wishes during divination. Will the divination result be accurate?"

The twins looked at each other in bewilderment. They had forgotten to think about this question and had even thought about bringing it here for divination.

George: "It seems we need to find a little wizard who is not partial to anyone to do divination."

Fred: "Maybe we can find a student from Ravenclaw. This house is not interested in any team and can look at all the results fairly."

Wood said impatiently: "Okay, George, Fred, put away your cunning thoughts, we have to take the game seriously.

This is not a game, it's about whether we can get into the finals, for the honor of Gryffindor, I hope you can take it seriously. "

George and Fred were scolded by Wood and had to leave their lucky glasses and crystal balls in the auditorium. In Wood's eyes, these things were all crooked and unorthodox, and wearing them would affect the morale of his own troops.

Before leaving, Harry looked back repeatedly.

"Harry, hurry up, what are you dawdling about?" Arya urged from the front.

Harry made a quick decision and said, "You guys go to the team lounge first. I left something in the Great Hall and will be back soon."

Harry hurried back, picked up the lucky glasses first, put them on and tried them on.

These glasses were no different from the ones he usually wore, and the prescription of glasses in the wizarding world would automatically adjust to suit Harry's prescription perfectly.

He thought about it and put the glasses in his sleeve.

Then Harry picked up the crystal ball again.

I don’t know what happened, but as soon as his hand touched the crystal ball, it immediately flashed a faint blue light.

Harry was so frightened that he took a few steps back and carefully examined the changes in the crystal ball.

Suddenly, pictures flashed in his eyes, as if he was in a fierce Quidditch match.

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His body had already been soaked by the rain, and there were violent storms, thunder and lightning all around him. His glasses were also blurred by the rain.

Not to mention catching the golden flying ball, he couldn't even see his teammates clearly.

Harry felt his consciousness split in two.

One group is fighting hard in a harsh environment, while the other group is just a bystander, calmly watching the developments around them.

Suddenly, a large, blurry black shadow appeared in front of him.

Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes. As he got closer and closer to the crystal ball, the black shadow in front of his eyes gradually became clearer.

This is a big black dog!

Suddenly a flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry clearly saw a large, shaggy black dog sitting in the top row of empty seats!

Stands!

How did this dog end up in the stands?!
Harry didn't know who the dog was, but his subconscious told him that the dog was related to him and was a very important dog to him.

Harry had not forgotten that he had seen this dog several times before, and that this dog had also appeared in the death prophecy given to him by Trelawney.

"Am I going to die in this Quidditch game?"

As soon as Harry had this thought, as if reflecting his thoughts, the picture in the crystal ball suddenly turned black -

Harry saw his own figure falling from the sky, and then...

Then there is no more then.

Harry seemed to wake up from a nightmare, breathing rapidly and sweat on his forehead.

He looked at the crystal ball with a somewhat pale face. The crystal ball was just an ordinary crystal ball, as if no images had ever appeared in it.

Harry reached out and touched it again, but this time nothing happened.

He couldn't help shaking the crystal ball a few times, but there was still no response.

"So what did I just see? Is it something I will experience in the future?"

Harry muttered.

Would he still participate in the Quidditch game when he knew that he would be in danger?
Harry walked out of the Great Hall with a confused mind.

He didn't know what to do, the only thing he knew was that the game could not be cancelled.

Everyone is looking forward to this game, especially Gryffindor and captain Wood, who carries the expectations of many people on his shoulders!

There is no way he would withdraw from the competition because of something that hasn't happened yet.

Harry left the Great Hall in a hurry. He had some matters to attend to with Hermione, Lin Xiashangliang, and Ron!
Unknown to Harry, a professor had arrived at the Great Hall after he had left.

This professor was none other than Professor Trelawney!
Trelawney's expression at this moment was different from before. She became more calm and cautious, her deep eyes seemed full of wisdom, and her gaze was somewhat sharp.

Trelawney saw her crystal ball. She gently stroked the crystal ball, and the ball emitted a faint blue light under her hand.

The scenes that Harry had seen before reappeared in the crystal ball and came into her eyes.

With a long, unfathomable expression, she spoke slowly to the empty auditorium:
"The gears of fate have begun to turn. Given the information, what choice will you make?

Should we follow the established path guided by fate, or create another path out of it? "

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared in front of Trelawney, looked at her carefully, and said in a deep voice: "You should not interfere."

Trelawney smiled nonchalantly, "I was just doing a fun little experiment to test whether the destined person you chose is as determined as you thought."

Dumbledore said seriously, "Trelawney, choosing Harry was the result of our joint discussion.

Now that we are in the third year, even if it is not Harry, we cannot change the candidate."

"Why not?" Trelawney asked back with interest, "I think my two disciples are pretty good."

Dumbledore warned her seriously: "Don't do anything unnecessary!"
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Harry came to the lounge of the Gryffindor stadium, and Wood discussed many tactics on the spot.

The twins seemed a little drowsy as they listened, and kept complaining here and there.

George: "Since last week, he's been repeating those plays over and over again. I can remember them by heart."

Fred: "After all, Wood is very uneasy. If we lose this game, we will lose 100 points. If Slytherin can win the next match against Ravenclaw, we can advance to the finals in advance."

George: "But instead of preaching, why not let us take a break and be more positive? Maybe we can play well."

Fred: "Oh, George, I couldn't agree more with you!"

The twins sang in unison, completely ignoring Captain Wood's increasingly ugly expression.

Wood wanted to say something, but seeing that it was getting late, he waved his hand and asked them to do the final cleanup.

It was also at this time that Harry had time to sneak out to find Hermione and the others.

"Hermione, Linxia, ​​Ron, Draco!"

The match was between Gryffindor and Slaterby, and the young wizards chose the field and sat down in the team they favored.

Lin Xia heard a burst of faint sounds passing through her ears, which was completely different from the noise around her.

She turned around and saw that Harry had appeared at the very edge of the platform, hesitating whether to come over.

Lin Xia immediately touched Hermione and others and took the initiative to go out to find Harry.

It's too crowded here, so Harry's better not come here. Otherwise, once people find out he's here, he will be surrounded by enthusiastic little wizards.

(End of this chapter)