On the eve of the exam, the castle was filled with tension.
On the eve of the exam, the castle was filled with tension.
While everyone was diverting their attention from the eight-eyed spider and focusing on their studies, Harry and the other members of the Gryffindor team had no choice but to squeeze in some time to do their homework after their Quidditch training.
Not to mention, they now had to discuss tactics with Wood endlessly.
This year's Quidditch final, the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, would take place on the first Saturday after Easter.
Slytherin's team was leading by 200 points in the tournament. This meant that if Harry and his team wanted to win the trophy, they would have to score more than this number. The burden of scoring was mainly on Harry, because catching the Golden Snitch would earn him 150 points.
Every day at the dining table, Elwyn could hear Wood constantly telling Harry, "So, you must only catch it when we are leading by more than 50 points. Only when we are leading by more than 50 points, Harry. Otherwise, we will win the game, but we won't get the trophy. You have to do this, right? If we have more than fifty points, you have to … "
"I know, Oliver!" Harry shouted. "This is the twenty-third time you've told me this."
"We must be careful. Slytherin already knows that you have a crossbow. They must have thought of a strategy to deal with it," Wood changed the topic to tactical arrangements. Wood changed the topic to tactics, "We have to focus on scoring in this match and suppress Slythrin in all aspects. You are the key to this game, Harry. You must lead us by 50 points … "
Apart from Wood, the entire Gryffindor team was obsessed with the upcoming game.
Just thinking about it was exciting enough. Ever since Ron's second brother, the legendary Charlie Weasley, left, the Gryffindor team had not won a trophy.
All the Gryffindor team hoped to win this game. Everyone could not wait.
Especially considering the many grudges between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and between Harry and Malfoy, as well as what happened in the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Harry was determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the whole school.
They were training day and night, trying to find the best form of the team.
On the other hand, Slytherin team was the complete opposite. Their training frequency was far less than Gryffindor's. They were now gathering together with gloomy faces, staring at Harry and the other players maliciously. They seemed to be planning to use other methods to win this game.
As time went on, the tension between the two teams and the two academies had reached a point where it could explode at any moment. Harry was having a particularly hard time now. Wood had already ordered that Harry must be accompanied wherever he went, in case Slytherin's men caused Harry to be unable to play.
Harry was even more concerned about the safety of the crossbow than he was about himself. When he was not using the crossbow, he would lock it securely in the box and often rush back to Gryffindor's building to check if it was still there during the break.
Like the unusually busy Harry and Hermione, Elwyn did not have much time.
In addition to the pressure of the school's curriculum, he had to continue his magic research in the library, and so on. He also had to try to find a way to sneak into Aragic's lair.
In this regard, Elwyn had not made much progress.
He could not just barge in. Among the magic that Elwyn knew of, there was no magic that could sneak into Aragic's lair under the noses of hundreds or thousands of eight-eyed spiders and kill it quietly.
After thinking about it, the only feasible way was to fly in directly.
Elwyn had to find his Nimbus 2000 from under his bed. Every afternoon when he had no classes, he would practice flying on the ground.
Now, the little wizards could often see Gryffindor's Quidditch team practicing high up in the sky, while Elwyn rode a flying broom and flew slowly below them.
Everyone pointed at his behavior, curious about what Elwyn was doing.
After all, he had always been the focus of the little wizards, especially at a sensitive time like the Quidditch finals. Elwyn's actions were too suspicious.
There were rumors that Elwyn was the secret weapon prepared by Gryffindor's team. The Slytherin were suspicious, but they did not dare to harass Elwyn like they did with Harry and the other players. Like Snape, they now ignored all of Elwyn's actions.
With a lot of practice, Elwyn's fear of heights was somewhat alleviated.
Even if he could not fly as well as Harry, it was not like before, where he could not even sit on a flying broom and fly in the air.
After mastering a certain level of flying, Elwyn increasingly doubted the possibility of using a flying broom to sneak into Aragic's lair.
Carrying a broom with him to fight against the eight-eyed spider, just the thought of this scene was hilarious.
He was not going there to clean up, so it was impossible for him to just fly in without a plan and then fly back with the same flying broom. The success rate of this method was too low …
As time passed, Elwyn still did not make much progress.
On the eve of the match, he had to stop his flying practice and completely give up on this somewhat ridiculous method. In fact, all the daily activities in the common room of Gryffindor's courtyard had stopped, and even Hermione had put down her book.
"I can't study, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.
There was a lot of noise around, and Fred, George and Weasley's voices were louder and more exaggerated than usual to relieve the pressure.
Oliverwood was squatting in a corner in front of a Quidditch stadium model, using his wand to command the little figures on the field to advance and retreat, muttering something. Angelina, Alicia and Katy were laughing at Fred and George's jokes.
Harry and Ron were sitting together, and even avoided Hermione and Elwyn. They were always whispering to each other, and seemed to be discussing the match the next day.
No one was concerned about the upcoming exam, and no one was concerned about the eight-eyed spiders and centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. Only Elwyn was still thinking about it from time to time, thinking about himself sneaking into the dangerous and gloomy eight-eyed spider lair …
Every time Elwyn thought about it, he would have a terrifying feeling, as though something huge was struggling to come out of his stomach.
"Relax, Elwyn, don't think about those centaurs and eight-eyed spiders." Hermione closed the book in her hands, she seemed to know what Elwyn was thinking about, "You've always told me not to put too much pressure on myself, and you're the same. Regarding the centaurs' request, we can think of a solution together, this is not your problem alone. "
"I know, I'm just …" Elwyn explained.
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