A Genius in a Second to Remember Love? Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After the incident, Ron seemed to have made up his mind not to talk to Elwyn or Percy anymore. He tried his best to avoid them as if they were strangers. Even when they met, he did not greet them. This made Harry and Hermione feel very awkward.
As time passed, no one mentioned looking for Weeping Myrtle again.
The discussion about the secret chamber in the school was getting weaker and weaker. Everyone had the same opinion as Ron. No matter who the mad heir of Slytherin was, if his ability was only to petrify a cat, then there was nothing to worry about.
Hermione spent almost all of her time reading. She flipped through the thick Chronicles of the Hogwarts and other materials, trying to find clues about the secret chamber. Elwyn, on the other hand, used his free time to go to an empty classroom to practice his spells.
As the first Quidditch match approached, Harry's training frequency increased significantly.
Every night after dinner, he would be dragged to the Quidditch stadium by Wood.
Thanks to Malfoy's sponsorship, the Slytherin Quidditch team's flying brooms were all replaced with the latest Nimbus 2001, which was much better than Gryffindor's brooms.
After confirming that he could not get his hands on seven free Nimbus 2001's, the strategy he adopted was to increase the intensity of the team's training. They had flown in almost all kinds of weather conditions, and he hoped to shorten the gap between them and Slytherin in terms of speed.
Ever since the scuffle, the conflict between the two academies had worsened. Many students from Gryffindor and Slytherin hoped to fight again to determine the winner. The upcoming Quidditch match was no different from adding fuel to the fire.
As early as the start of the match on Saturday, a fierce confrontation between the two academies broke out, and small skirmishes broke out continuously.
Fortunately, after the first attack, every professor in the school became extremely sensitive and rushed over to stop the fight before things got worse.
In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday morning.
Elwyn and Corin went to the auditorium for breakfast. He found that the atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely depressing. Wood asked the other players to eat as much as possible, but he did not eat anything himself. Then, before everyone had finished eating, he rushed everyone to the Quidditch pitch.
Because of Ron, Elwyn did not go with them. When it was almost eleven o 'clock, he followed the teachers and students to the Quidditch stadium.
In the stands, Corin had helped him to reserve a spot, and beside him was Ginny.
The competition began. Fourteen figures danced in the air, causing Elwyn to feel dizzy.
From the beginning of the game, it was obvious which team had the upper hand. In less than ten minutes, Slytherin had scored three goals in a row. Fred and George's broomsticks followed behind their opponents weakly, and they could never touch the ball.
"It's impossible. Our flying broomsticks are too slow. Apart from Harry, no one can keep up with Slytherin," Corin said weakly.
"I really hope that Harry can catch the Golden Snitch soon," Ginny agreed uneasily. Slytherin scored another goal.
Perhaps their prayers were answered, and the situation gradually turned in Gryffindor's favor. Suddenly, it began to rain.
Wood's strategy worked. Due to the lack of training, Slytherin's players were obviously not used to flying in the rain, and their speed became slower and slower.
Before the others could celebrate, they noticed that a crazy wandering ball seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force around Harry, trying its best to knock him down from the air. Ginny screamed and grabbed Elwyn's arm tightly.
In order to avoid the ferocious attack of the wandering ball, Harry suddenly flew higher.
He suddenly turned, suddenly spun, suddenly turned straight down, and suddenly spiraled up. Suddenly, he went east and west, and he followed a zigzag route. But it was useless. The wandering ball did not chase after anyone at all. It just kept circling around Harry.
Fred and George flew over to protect him, and Slytherin seized the opportunity to score two more goals.
"Damn, it must be Slytherin and those bastards who did something," Ron stood up and shouted, waving his fist.
"Elwyn, what should we do?" Ginny asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Ginny!" Elwyn comforted her, turned around, and squeezed out of the crowd. "Someone is controlling the wandering ball. I'll go out and take a look."
If he was not mistaken, it should be the house-elf, Dobby.
Elwyn did not know where he was, but one thing was certain. He must be hiding nearby and casting spells on the wandering ball.
Elwyn wandered around the stands, and his eyes swept across the entire stadium. Finally, he saw an ugly green creature at the entrance of Ravenclaw's blue corridor. Before he could go over to stop it, he saw Wood call a timeout. The Gryffindor players gathered together and whispered.
"What's going on?" Wood asked. "We were defeated, Fred, George! Where did you go when that walking ball stopped Angelina from scoring? "
"We were twenty feet above her, stopping the other wandering ball from killing Harry," George said angrily. "Someone touched that ball."
"But since we practiced last night, the wandering ball has been locked in Madam Hooch's office. They were still fine until this morning."
"Listen, you can't keep flying around me. I don't have any hope of catching the Golden Snitch unless it crawls into my sleeves," Han Sen said.
Harry saw the Slytherin players sneering and pointing at him. He panted and said, "Fred, George, you guys should go back to the other players. Let me deal with that wild ball."
"Don't be stupid, Harry!" Fred said. "It will knock your head off."
"It's all your fault!"
George looked at Wood angrily. "Either you catch the Golden Snitch or you die on the field. You must have been out of your mind to say something like that to Harry! "
"What should we do now?" Wood looked at Harry, then looked at Fred and George.
"Oliver, be rational," Aliya Spinnett said angrily. "You can't let Harry deal with that thing alone. Let's ask for an investigation! "
"If we stop now, we will be disqualified from the game." Harry hurriedly shook his head. "We can't lose to Slytherin because of a wandering ball. We practiced for three months for this game."
"But …"
"Give me the wandering ball. I think I can solve this problem," Elwyn said as he ran over.
Hearing his words, the Gryffindor Quidditch players all turned their heads and looked at Elwyn in surprise.
"Elwyn, did you find something?" Harry asked eagerly.
"I'll tell you when we get back. Right now, you just need to focus on the game and try to catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy. Leave the rest to me," Elwyn said. "Please, Harry! I've already written an article to celebrate Gryffindor's victory. It's two whole parchments. You can't make me replace it. "
"Okay!" Wood looked at Elwyn and Harry with a determined expression. "Fred, George, you heard their conversation. Don't worry about Harry. Let him deal with the wandering ball."
With Madam Hooch's whistle, the game started again.
Elwyn knew that he had to hurry. He took out his wand from his pocket and hurriedly ran to Ravenclaw's stand. His eyes were fixed on Dobby, who was casting a spell on the wandering ball. He didn't pay attention to Luna, who stood up to greet him.
"Faint and fall to the ground!" He shouted, and a red light flew out.
Hearing Elwyn's shout, Dobby turned his head in surprise. His two big eyes were protruding. Before the spell hit him, he disappeared into the air.
"Damn it!" Elwyn clenched his fist. He forgot that the house-elf could use Phantom Shift in Hogwarts.
At this time, there was a cry of surprise from the stands.
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