Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 208 Sirius Appears

Today is Saturday, the Quidditch final between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

It was almost the holidays, and almost no one subscribed to the Daily Prophet. Most of them waited until next Monday to go home and read it.

In order to ensure that Harry Potter was calm, it was almost 11: and the game was about to begin, but Harry Potter still didn't know that his godfather had been reported in the Daily Prophet.

Ryan and Hermione were sitting in the farthest seats, preparing to watch the game.

Not far away, a figure attracted Ryan's attention. It was Sirius Black!

He sat at the front, looking eagerly at Harry who was still preparing on the ground.

Perhaps in order to hide it from others, he wrapped himself in a black wizard robe that could hide his entire body.

But Ryan can still see the difference in him now.

In this morning's Daily Prophet, Sirius's face was thin and haggard, surrounded by unkempt, long, black hair.

Now, Sirius's hair was short, his whole body was clean and neat, and his cheeks were plump, which made him look younger and closer to the photo of him when he was still at Hogwarts in the Daily Prophet.

Following a command from Madam Huo Qi, the two teams on the field flew into the sky together.

Throughout the game, in addition to the wonderful performance of the players, another tall figure also attracted the attention of other spectators.

Whenever Ravenclaw scored a goal or Harry Potter directed the players, he howled like a wolf.

This made commentator Lee Jordan couldn't help but mention this suspicious, unknown senior student.

However, Professor McGonagall did not react at all. Normally, she should pay great attention to the discipline of the competition.

Today, Professor McGonagall seemed to have lost her soul and was not focusing on Quidditch. Some people speculated that this might be related to the fact that Slytherin no longer had the Quidditch Cup.

Regardless of winning or losing, Slytherin would only be second place. Professor McGonagall's long-cherished wish - that Slytherin would not win the Quidditch Cup - had been fulfilled, so she didn't care.

But only Ryan knew that it was because of the arrival of Sirius, one of her favorite students.

His occasional wolf howls and Harry, who looked exactly like James Potter on the field, reminded her of the past.

If a tall decadent young man and a short rat-faced young man came, and Harry's clothes were changed into Gryffindor's, she might become even more distracted and might even fall off the platform.

The game ended very quickly. After facing Voldemort, Harry felt that his observation and reaction abilities had improved to a higher level.

He even saw the Golden Snitch at the beginning of the game.

If it weren't for the Weasley twins' interference, he might have got the Golden Snitch long ago.

However, Fred and George were not Slytherin students after all. They did not dare and would not attack Harry directly, which allowed Harry to get the Golden Snitch after 20 minutes of the game.

Harry was flying above the crowd and heard a strange sound in his ears.

He held the little golden ball tightly, and the ball flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers.

Then he rushed towards Roger, almost blinded by his tears, and seized Harry by the neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

Dennis and Woody bumped into Harry, and Harry felt two huge masses pressing down on him.

Then the voices of Phoenix, Henry, and the now-named goalkeeper, Ero: "We won the trophy! We won the trophy!"

The Ravenclaws hugged each other and descended, shouting until their voices were hoarse, and returned to the ground. Wave after wave of the sky-blue crowd supporting them rushed over the barriers and onto the court.

Countless hands rained down on their backs.

Harry felt a surge of noise and bodies surrounding him.

Then he and the rest of the team were lifted onto the shoulders of the crowd.

He saw Hagrid waving a sky blue wreath - "Great, Harry, really great!" He was no longer crying like he did yesterday (after knowing the existence of Voldemort), but his eyes were still red and swollen.

Captain Johnny, who couldn't get through the crowd, jumped up and down like a madman, forgetting all his dignity.

Ron and Draco were trying hard to squeeze in front of him. They were so excited that they couldn't speak, but their faces were full of smiles.

Harry then walked towards the stands where Dumbledore stood waiting, holding the huge Quidditch trophy.

Harry took the trophy that Roger handed to him while sobbing, and held it high. Then a wolf howl suddenly sounded, and Harry almost pulled the trophy down.

Harry looked closely and saw a guy wrapped in a black robe. Judging from his height, he should be a seventh-grade student. Could he be the goalkeeper Arrow, or a friend of Dennis and Woody?

They were also in seventh year, and Harry's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this.

Yes, it was their last game. Next school year, captain Henry, batsmen Woody and Dennis, and Ero, whose name they just learned, would all be gone.

Harry had to suppress his reluctance, put on a smile, and walked to the trophy display room surrounded by the crowd, putting down their glory.

They weren't going to take it back to the lounge, and since it was going to end up here eventually, they might as well leave it here now, which would be the best display of their honor.

Just as Harry was about to return to his Ravenclaw dormitory, a noise not far away caught his attention.

"Boy! Give me this rat!" said the man in black robe in a crazy tone.

It's Ron! The man in the black robe is pointing his wand at him!
Just as Harry was about to pull out his wand to stop them, wands stretched out from all directions. They were from Ravenclaw, no, there were students from other colleges as well.

"What are you going to do! Don't point your wand at the Weasley children!"

Percy and the Weasley twins seemed particularly angry since they had already lost the game.

"What are you doing?"

"Put down your wands!"

At this time, Professor McGonagall came over. She looked anxious, thinking that the Slytherins had started a fight because of Ravenclaw's victory.

"Oh, Sirius, what are you doing?" Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall said in an exceptionally kind tone.

"He's trying to steal my Scabbers!" said Ron angrily.

"Is he Sirius?" Draco said in surprise, and then stared at the mouse lying on Ron's shoulder. At this time, Ron had already grabbed it tightly, and it was terrified and ready to drill under Ron's neck.

"Rat? Could he be--" Professor McGonagall looked surprised and took out her wand.

"Yes, he is the traitor!" Sirius took off his black robe, revealing his distorted face.

(End of this chapter)