Hermione stood at the door of the locker room, constantly looking around, and the snowflakes in the sky accumulated a thick layer on her hat.

She let out a breath of air conditioning and stamped her feet in the cold.

"I forgot to bring a constant temperature locket... Oh, by the way, warming my body is like a stove!" She took out her wand and pointed at herself. In an instant, a warm current spread throughout her body, as if she was sitting next to the burning fireplace in the lounge. She couldn't help but yawn.

The door to the locker room was opened.

Betty was the first to come out, looking listless, followed by Fred and George, who were hanging their shoulders, as if they were going to rush to a doomed battlefield. Angelina's headache sounded at the door of the lounge: "Well, Harry, you persuade him, good luck..."

Harry responded vaguely, and then Angelina came out with a numb face, her expression even more strange. Hermione thought. Angelina looked dead, leaving only a body wandering around.

Hermione walked in, and Ron sat in the corner of the lounge. Harry stared at him.

"What's wrong? The competition is coming soon. Everyone is in a bad mood? Oh, oh, uh?"

Hermione crossed Harry and saw Ron leaning on the bench, his eyes dulled, his face pale, and his eyes were dazed to look at the ceiling.

Harry handed Hermione a look.

At this time, Ron suddenly moved, and his dexterity surprised Harry and Hermione.

"Harry, recite the happy mantra to me," he said anxiously.

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Happy Curse," said Ron, his lips were a little purple from cold, "this is the only way I thought of a way all morning."

"What the hell is going on?"

Ron sat back slowly: "I admit I was a little nervous, just a little...well, very nervous. Harry, I was carried up and couldn't come down anymore. Angelina said I was no worse than Wood. Professor McGonagall spared my deformation class homework..."

"Can't you summarize it in one sentence?" Hermione said anxiously.

"I'm afraid I can't defend a single ball," Ron said hesitantly: "It's strange. I didn't have this idea at all, but when I woke up this morning, I suddenly thought of it. I wanted to enlighten myself and walked around the Black Lake twice. As a result, things got worse and worse. Now I'm cold, dizzy, short of breath, and nauseous..."

"That's because you didn't eat anything in the morning!" Harry said angrily.

"Yes, but I think it's no different even if I eat it..." Ron said hoarsely.

"I don't think so. If you are worried about poor performance and there is no need for this, your opponent should be more worried." Hermione encouraged him and said, "Slytherin's goalkeeper is a fool. What's his name?"

"Myers Bletch." Harry interjected.

To be fair, he thought Bletch played well, but when Bletch tried to chant a spell against chaser Alia in the corridor two days ago, Fred and George made harsh words, saying that he would not let him walk down the Quidditch Stadium intact. Harry of course stood on the side of the team.

Harry followed Hermione's words and comforted: "Yes, think about it, Slytherin's team is terrible this year, Flint is gone, their new captain is Monta, you know what kind of person he is"

"When I came over, I saw him yelling at the player, his sleeves rolled up high, revealing a pair of hairy arms. I thought he was holding two strands of hairy hams," Hermione said meanly.

Ron smiled stiffly.

"Their batsman is also a new player, Monta has also recruited Crabbe and Goal. I don't know why, they are so stupid that they can't tell the head and tail of the broom." Harry continued.

Ron's eyes rolled.

"To be honest, I don't know what you have to worry about," Hermione said irritably. "Compared with the adventures you've experienced, a game is just a pediatrics, a game."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione at the same time, angry at her words. Hermione waved her hand in embarrassment, "I don't mean to look down on Quidditch."

"Yes!" Ron suddenly popped up a word, "You just don't like Quidditch."

It would be Hermione's turn to stare at him.

Ron tilted his head.

Hermione continued: "Think about the trolls, three-headed dogs, snake monsters, black wizards, fire dragons, mermaids, Death Eaters, Voldemort..." She said a lot and concluded: "Compared with these, the result of a Quidditch failure is really not worth mentioning."

Harry felt that he could not compare this way. Although some things were not dangerous, they were also much more difficult. However, he did not intend to dismantle Hermione's station. He was just asking for trouble. There was no benefit except to trigger another trouble. So he said against his will: "Yes."

Ron stood up, as if he was alive again, "It makes sense... Hermione, do you have food on you?"

"No." Hermione said dryly.

"Don't lie to me," Roent said affirmatively, "You must have a bunch of food in your beaded bag."

Hermione reluctantly took out a bag of compressed cookies and threw them to him.

Ron tore open the packaging and started eating. Harry swallowed. He ate very little in the morning, not because he was nervous, but because he didn't want to eat too much and did not want to eat too much to affect his condition.

"Young guys, how are you talking?" Angelina poked her head out of the locker room door.

Harry gestured a fine gesture and competed with Ron for the last bit of potato chips.

Angelina's expression was a little dazed, "It seems that you are really fine, so come out soon and start the preparation activities. Do you have the heart to let the three girls face the seven gorillas?"

"And there are Fred and George," Ron said vaguely, with chips splashing.

"I don't know if I can count on them. They are taking a photo with the professor's sniff. Give you a minute." She disappeared.

"Let's go." Harry said.

"Wait." Hermione took out her wand and lit it at the two of them. Their bodies immediately became warm, as if they were surrounded by a stove.

"What spell did you use?" Harry asked.

"The warm curse," said Hermione.

Harry suddenly realized. Familiar memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He remembered that it was also a winter. They walked through thick snow to the Hagrid House. Professor Shanghai Pu introduced the warm curse. Only Hermione was still in the mood to ask questions when she was trembling with cold. At that time, he was more concerned about Sirius' gossip when she was in school.

The story called ‘Gryffindor freshman and Hufflepuff’.

Now the protagonist of the story has become a professor of the Dark Magic Defense class in Hogwarts, and the other has become the Minister of the Magic. Harry is a little dazed. Even if he is not an eyewitness, he still feels wonderful. He understands Marfalda's thoughts. At this time, someone next to him pushed him.

"Don't be stunned, set an example for new players next year," said Hermione.

Harry grinned.

Snowflakes floated in the sky, and when they fell on the ground, they condensed into ice crystals. The cold wind made life hurt. Felix sat in the stands, feeling the warm atmosphere that was completely opposite to the weather. Valen sat on his shoulder, holding its baby wand. His two little feet were swung.

"The hat looks great, your vision has improved."

Valen was in a better mood.

Felix quietly opened his palm, and a suction force surged out of his palm, and the little wizard on the court felt a chill on his back.

"Why is it a little cold?" a student said dissatisfied.

"Isn't it always cold?" said the person next to him. "Look, the two teams are starting to shake hands. The game is about to begin!"

The two teams welcomed the thunderous cheers, and the emotions accumulated for a whole year burst out at this moment. Felix quietly increased the suction. Those full, passionate, passionate, and joyful emotions gathered in his palms. He looked like a dementor hidden in the crowd.

However, he didn't take much emotion, and the students shivered at most, and then became more enthusiastic and applauded. As Felix's research on magical talents in magical animals deepened, he naturally understood the characteristics of magic power in magical animals.

This is a magic power that is different from the wizard's body.

To be precise, the properties of magic powers in each magical animal are different. Felix speculated that these magic powers are obviously affected by their own body structure.

"The talent of magical animals comes from the body, and the talent of wizards comes from the soul. In other words, the soul of wizards is the most special ghost. It carries a certain amount of magic power and can slightly control water and fire. When the soul and body combine, it will produce a continuous stream of magic power..."

"It's just speculation." Felix looked up and looked to the center of the game venue.

The captains of the two teams stood up and shook hands. Valen called out, pointed at the small wooden stick, and the whistle sounded, and the game officially began.

Fourteen players soared into the air, and their speed was extremely fast. Soon they turned into blurred shadows in the snowflakes all over the sky. It was still Li Qiaodan standing on the platform to explain to the audience:

"The game started. Johnson took the lead in grabbing the ball. Of course, her weight was only half of the opponent, or maybe one third. After a year, new faces appeared on both sides. Gryffindor added a goalkeeper, which was a very critical position; Slytherin added two new batsmen... Look! Johnson passed the two, is she going to attack? Oh, it's a pity, it's just a little bit."

"The Ghost Flying Ball is now in Slytherin's hands. Warrington rushed towards the goal. There was no one in front of Warrington, and the roaming ball was not nearby. There was only the goalkeeper of Gryffindor! He is a new team member!"

Harry hurriedly looked at the goal, and Ron took the initiative to pounce, his fingers rubbed the ghost flying ball, but he didn't hold it. Harry seemed to hear a sigh, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Great! The ball was blocked! Good, I have to say, a good start," Li Qiaodan said excitedly.

"Jordan!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

"Next time, professor, let's go back to the game, Ron defended, a good start, now it's Gryffindor's turn to attack, Fred and George are both near the Slytherin goal, I know this is not a tactic, they told me privately, ahem..."

Harry didn't listen carefully. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the goal. Ron was waving his fist excitedly. Judging from the trajectory of the Ghost Flying Ball, it should be his hand that changed the position of the Ghost Flying Ball and let it fly over the goal.

Harry was excited. He knew that for Ron, the first ball was the most dangerous. Ron's biggest weakness was that he would lose confidence if he made a mistake. If he didn't hold a ball, he would be upset and conced more balls. This is the data provided by Ginny, and Harry chose to believe it.

He began to direct the broom to fly, the snow became heavier and his vision became unclear. He almost hit the roaming ball twice. After confirming that Ron did not need help, Fred and George seemed to be ready to fulfill their promise before the game. They hit the ball twice in three shots and went to Slytherin's goalkeeper. Although they failed to hit one time, Bletch was frightened and he threw two balls in a panic.

The game became more and more intense. When Harry passed by Draco Malfoy for the third time, he almost counted how many blisters there were in Malfoy's mouth. Malfoy's expression seemed to be sleepwalking, comparable to Luna's.

Finally, the referee Mrs. Huo Qi blew a whistle. Harry hovered and looked down from the sky. Katie seemed to be entangled with Warrington. She was pinched by Warrington's thick arms, and the broom under her butt disappeared.

"Serious foul!" Mrs. Huo Qi shouted in anger.

It took some time to help Katie get the broom back, and Harry took the opportunity to fly to Ron, "How is it?"

"It's not good or bad," Ron said. "I blocked five balls and missed three. I almost found some tricks." He grinned and said happily. "But it was worse, Fred and George blocked Bletch and he didn't even care about the goal."

"Beware that they deal with you like this," Harry warned him.

Ron looked at the Slytherin team uneasy, and Monta talked to Crab and Goll with his bare arms. From this perspective, their figures were equally shaped like triplets. Crab and Goll blinked stupidly at this side.

"Can I use my wand?" Ron asked uneasily. "If they were all over, I wouldn't help but chant the spell."

"You'll get sent off and our goal will be finished," Harry said.

The game continues.

Harry decided to end the game as soon as possible. As time goes by, the situation will be more complicated. He flew to the sky and looked down from hundreds of feet. The wind and snow became heavier and the effect of the warm-up curse disappeared little by little. It was particularly difficult to find a small ball the size of a walnut under this situation. He went around for two laps and found nothing, but instead saw Malfalda outlining a crooked simple sketch in the audience, which was a snake with horns. Harry looked at it and decided that he would have the chance to laugh at her fiercely in the future.

Li Jordan's commentary came into his ears from time to time, "The score is very tight. The two teams seem to have angered with the opponent's goalkeeper. I don't know if this can become a new tactic, but the goalkeepers in the future must be careful. Derian Pusey got the ball."

Harry finally saw: The golden snatch was hanging near the Gryffindor goal.

Crabbe and Gole surrounded Ron, following them with Derian Pusse, forming a triangle formation as if they wanted to replicate the first half Gryffindor tactics. Ron's face was pale. If he didn't use magic, he suspected that he would be squeezed flattened by the two of them. At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw Harry dive from a high place.

A warm current surged in Ron's heart, and Harry came to save him! The rhythm at the moment seemed to be on track. He could think of a similar situation countless times. He just needed to do his own thing with peace of mind. What was it? Ron rushed forward and stopped the ghost flying ball. At the same time, he heard the whistling wind in his ears, and Harry hovered upwards holding the golden thief in his hand.

Passionate cheers rang out on the court, and the lion hat on Luna's head roared in the cold air, which shocked Valen.

“The game is over.”

Felix shook his head. The Slytherin team this time is indeed very poor, and there is even more problematic cooperation. However, it has little to do with him. He took the opportunity to collect the last wave of emotional samples and prepare to go back and study it carefully.

It is difficult for a person to create emotions that he has never experienced before, and he cannot create such strong collective emotions as those on Quidditch Stadium.

In the evening, a coin that Felix placed close to his body suddenly became hot.
Chapter completed!