Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

The lion that Professor McGonagall transformed into was not only extremely fierce, but also exceptionally agile, with nimble limbs, as if it had its own consciousness and could be commanded with ease.

In contrast, the badger appears rather clumsy and sometimes even loses its ability to react in mid-air, allowing the lion to take advantage of it.

Soon, with another ramming from the lion, the badger could no longer maintain its shape in mid-air and was smashed to pieces by the lion's slap.

Upon seeing this, a huge cheer erupted from the Gryffindor stands.

"Long live Gryffindor!" Ron shouted from the stands, his face flushed.

Professor McGonagall was pleased and made the lion roar again, then made it explode in the air into a fiery red firework.

She returned to the Gryffindor phalanx like a hero, high-fiving everyone around her in celebration, her face beaming with excitement.

Professor McGonagall is a very fair person who is responsible for maintaining order at the Quidditch pitch, but at the same time, she is also a passionate Quidditch fan.

Before the competition begins, she never minds expressing her preferences and support in this way.

This was one of the few times that Professor McGonagall appeared slightly out of sorts.

Once the game started, her main job became keeping the game commentator, Lee Jordan, in check.

The latter, also from Gryffindor, is notoriously talkative, and his bias in commentary is always obvious whenever it's a Gryffindor match.

Sometimes even Professor McGonagall blushed when she heard it.

With their own house's representative animal defeated, the atmosphere on Hufflepuff's side was rather bleak.

"What's there to be proud of before the game!"

"Winning the game is the only true victory; only the points matter!"

The Hufflepuffs roared in response.

Professor Sprout returned to his seat dejectedly, his face not looking too good.

While it's not shameful to lose to Professor McGonagall in Transfiguration, as the Dean, she still suffered a blow to the morale of her school.

As the Gryffindor lions displayed their prowess, the atmosphere of the competition quickly heated up.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, but no one cared; everyone was focused on cheering on their favorite team.

Amidst this lively atmosphere, Eric heard the system's voice as soon as he stepped onto the field.

[Ding! The system has detected that the host has arrived at the Quidditch pitch on time. Congratulations on arriving at the check-in location. Please begin the check-in process immediately and do not log out midway.]

[Ding, check-in successful.]

[Reward: Wand proficiency increased to intermediate level.]

Eric took out his wand and activated his mental field.

After unlocking wand proficiency last time, his wand has indeed changed again.

A second crack appeared on the surface of the wand, exactly symmetrical to the first one.

In his grayish-white vision, he could clearly see faint magical fluctuations around the wand.

It seemed as if an unstoppable heatwave was emanating from inside the wand, distorting the air around it.

This phenomenon lasted only for a brief moment.

Eric carefully sensed the power, then silently channeled his magic to control his wand, and continued walking towards the Gryffindor stands as if nothing had happened.

Hermione and Ron had already reserved a spot for Eric, not far from the Gryffindor team's rest area.

Next to their stand stood a tent, which was full of Gryffindor players.

At this moment, all the Gryffindor players are in their tents for their final pre-match pep talk.

Eric walked over and sat down next to Hermione, still holding a bucket of popcorn in his arms.

How can you watch a game without popcorn?

"What's this?" Ron asked curiously, looking at the popcorn in Eric's hand.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She took a few kernels of popcorn from Eric's arms and popped them into her mouth, saying, "Popcorn, a Muggle snack, is really delicious. Eric, where did you get this? I've never seen it at school before."

With a crisp crunch, Hermione ate as she spoke, her mouth making a clear sound, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Ron couldn't resist either, picking up a few and tentatively popping them into his mouth, revealing the same surprised expression as Hermione: "Delicious!"

Eric laughed and said, "I made it myself."

Add the raw materials, then turn up the heat—it's a very simple thing.

The only difference between this and regular popcorn is that Eric made it in a crucible.

In the distance, Sirius Black, who had just come out of the Room of Requirement and had transformed into a dog, couldn't help but sneeze.

Why is there such a wonderful fragrance in the room?

Is he hallucinating from brewing the medicine?

Chapter 78: Adding a Blessing for You

Eric and his friends were eating and chatting when a huge lion's head appeared beside them and asked curiously, "Eric, who do you think will win this match?"

Ron was shocked. Had the lion that Professor McGonagall conjured become a spirit?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw.

She was a year older than Eric and wore a huge, incredibly realistic lion headdress. Her face was practically peeking out of the lion's mouth, making her look a bit top-heavy and unsteady.

"I think Gryffindor has a high chance of winning this match, but Hufflepuff also has a good chance. If Hufflepuff can seize the opportunity, they can win, but that depends on whether Gryffindor gives them that chance. Overall, I still think Hufflepuff will win, but Gryffindor's chances of winning are not low either."

Eric replied.

Luna nodded seriously: "I also analyzed it before the match. This match will either be won by Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Eric, your analysis is very good. After listening to your analysis, I decided to analyze it myself."

Ron and Hermione were amazed. How did these two manage to have a conversation?

Luna chuckled and tapped the lion head she was wearing with her wand.

The lion's head trembled violently and let out a roar, startling everyone around except Eric.

Luna raised her arms and cried out, "Gryffindor!"

If it weren't for the Ravenclaw insignia on her school uniform, someone who didn't know her would have thought she was from Gryffindor.

Eric took out his wand and said, "Let me help you."

He also tapped Luna's head with his wand.

I learned this trick from Professor McGonagall earlier.

The next second, Luna's lion head twisted, her mouth opened wide, and she began to sing loudly to herself: "Gryffindor—Gryffindor—Gryffindor—"

As the lion sang, it even let out a roar.

The lion shook its head and sang loudly with its eyes closed, causing Luna to lose her balance. She could only let out a wail, put down her wand, and frantically hold onto her lion head, swaying left and right in rhythm with the lion.

"Gran-Findo!" As she swayed, Luna seemed to find her rhythm, and began to chant to herself, singing loudly in her favorite melody.

Her singing had a significant impact, affecting those around her as well.

Ron was already quite excited, and now that he saw Luna, a Ravenclaw student, starting to sing to cheer him on, he wasn't about to be left behind and started singing along loudly.

The other spectators in the stands, unaware of what was going on, thought it was some kind of pre-arranged cheering ceremony and were all swept up in the moment.

There's no way around it, Luna's huge lion head makes her stand out in the crowd.

In addition, with the lion's head rhythmically moving around Gryffindor, it's hard not to notice her.

It's so brainwashing.

Yawning is contagious, and so is singing.

Gradually, the entire stand where Eric and his friends were located began to sing loudly, with only one line in the lyrics: Gryffindor over and over again.

"Gryffindor—Gryffindor—Gryffindor—!"

Melodies can't be standardized; there are all sorts of melodies, making it sound like a jumbled mess.

It had a kind of chaotic, demonic atmosphere.

Luna simply stood up, walked to the front row, shook her head, and waved her wand in the air, trying to direct the other people in the stands.

When the lion on her head sang with great emotion, it even hit a high note with perfect head resonance, which caused another round of enthusiastic cheers.

The rain was pouring down harder and harder, but that didn't dampen their enthusiasm.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and covered her face.

A group of Gryffindors, led by two Ravenclaws, started cheering them on. What kind of situation is this?

Professor Sprout, watching from the opposite stands, was secretly alarmed and gasped.

Gryffindor is well prepared; they are a formidable opponent.

The commotion in the stands startled both teams as they came out to play.

Mrs. Hooch, acting as the referee, checked the time, flew over the field, blew her whistle, and signaled the two teams to line up.

The two teams flew out of the tents in formation, and the first thing they saw was a lion head jumping around in the stands. Then the entire Gryffindor supporters followed the lion head, singing Gryffindor in a crooked and distorted way.

Hufflepuff was shocked; one of their chasers almost lost his grip on his broom.

This scene really looks like some kind of mysterious ritual.

Harry's glasses were wet from the rain, and he rubbed them hard before he could finally see that it was Luna. Eric, Hermione, and Ron were also in the stands, waving at him.

Harry waved excitedly to Eric and the others.

Wood, the captain of Gryffindor, flew to Harry's side, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted, "They've come for us! Keep it up, Harry, you're no less than Diggory!"

Harry gave a wry smile: "I tried, but the rain was too heavy, and I couldn't see the Golden Snitch at all."

Wood gritted his teeth and said, "The rain affects both sides. You can't see it, and neither can Diggory. We'll take them down before you catch the Golden Snitch."

After Wood finished speaking, he flew away, and Lady Hodge was calling for the captains of both sides to come forward and pay their respects.

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry heard Hermione calling him from the stands, and quickly took advantage of the last bit of free time before the match started to fly to the side of the stands and ask, "What's wrong?"

Give me your glasses!