The Alchemist of Harry Potter

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the school began to head to the Quidditch pitch.

After arriving at the Quidditch pitch, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and the others and went directly to the commentator's stand. He would later serve as the commentator for the Quidditch match under the supervision of Professor McGonagall.

"Let's find a vacant seat too," Shanna said to Albert.

The two walked towards the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, preparing to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw someone in the top row, trying to put a pair of words that said "Potter must win". sheets are hung up.

"It seems that our savior also has his own supporters." Albert said with a smile.

"It should be Potter's roommate, the big lion is well drawn." Shanna raised her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and said to Albert with a smile: "Gryffindor House may appear again. A genius."

Shanna didn't see the other seniors, which means the banner may have been the work of a first-year student. Except for Albert, no one in their class could do it in a few months.

"It's barely enough." Albert smiled and took out his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted a spell, and the lion suddenly roared.

"It's much better, isn't it?" Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"You scared them."

Shanna looked at the people who were startled by the lion's roar, and couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling.

"What happened, how did you do it." Ron looked up at the banner that let out a lion's roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.

Not only him, but several of Harry's roommates also looked at Hermione in surprise.

"I didn't do it." Hermione didn't know what was going on.

Amid the roar of the lions, the Quidditch players from both sides entered the field, and Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously to announce the official start of the game.

I don't know how long, Angelina scored the goal amidst the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roar of the Slytherins.

As Gryffindor scored first, the game started to feel less friendly.

Everyone is used to this kind of game atmosphere, and there are always a few games that are not so friendly in the Quidditch game every year.

This Gryffindor was at a disadvantage. Their pursuers were all girls, and they were relatively powerless when they attacked each other in private. It was obviously not enough to rely on Fred and George.

The Slytherin team quickly recovered from the disadvantage and began to take the lead in points.

Albert is not at all surprised that sometimes you're not black enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress the opponent, you can only take the method of using black to control black.

Gryffindor couldn't do the former, and he didn't choose the latter, so when he encountered the black hand of the Slytherin team, he could only be hung up and beaten by the opponent.

Amid the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the newsletter bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, and got up and walked to the side, angry because of the despicable methods of the Slytherin team. The Gryffindor students didn't notice Albert's departure at all.

Albert found Isobel who was watching the game with binoculars in a remote corner where there were basically no people.

He walked over directly, sat down beside the girl, and asked with a smile, "Do you think Gryffindor will win?"

"I heard from others that you think Harry Potter will catch the Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor." Isobel put down the binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said gently, "They Take your word for it."

"People always need some confidence, you know, sometimes confidence is very important, to allow people to fully play their abilities, and I just bring them confidence." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand , gently stroked the white palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"

Isobel couldn't help rolling his eyes at Albert.

"It's a simple and effective way to boost morale, why not do it?" Albert smiled and raised the binoculars hanging around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.

The savior was high up in the air, moving around looking for the whereabouts of the Snitch.

In fact, flying to a high altitude is to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin team. Since Wood was reminded by Albert last time, he has been very careful to protect Harry's safety. In his words: We don't want you to get too early land was attacked.

It turned out to be a wise decision.

After all, Harry was playing Quidditch for the first time and had no idea the dirty tricks the Slytherins would use to win.

"You can always find a bunch of excuses for yourself." Isobel held Albert's hand with a backhand and said gently, "However, you are right, some methods can really improve everyone's confidence. However, I I heard you made a huge Galleon bet that Harry would catch the Snitch and win for Gryffindor?"

"It's not a large sum of Galleons." Albert corrected, "Only ten Galleons."

"Gambling is not a good habit," Isobel reminded kindly.

"I rarely do unsure things, so I rarely lose." Albert shrugged.

"But I still don't want you to gamble on certain things." Isobel looked into Albert's eyes and said seriously: "There are certain things you can't gamble on, even if the probability of losing is small."

"Okay, I promise. You know, I cherish my life more than anyone else." Albert knew what Isobel was talking about.

The real gambler does not mean these so-called small bets, but dares to gamble on other things, and sometimes loses once and has nothing.

Just as the two were talking, something changed over the Quidditch pitch. Harry, who had just dodged a Bludger, was accelerating his dive, chasing a golden streamer away.

Yes, Harry Potter found the Snitch.

Just as Harry was diving, the entire Quidditch pitch suddenly fell silent, everyone noticed the Snitch, and stood up one after another, watching the upcoming Snitch battle.

Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins apparently saw it too, he was even closer than Harry, however, was not dominant on the broom, Harry already had the advantage with the Nimbus 2000 broom. After catching up, the two ran side by side towards the Snitch.

At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, and the players seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do. They all hovered in the air, watching the competition for the Golden Snitch.

As long as the Seeker catches the Snitch, the game is over.

Harry's Nimbus 2000 was faster than Higgins' swept Seven Stars, and when he saw Harry speed up again, stretch out his hand to catch the Snitch, and grab victory for the Gryffindor team, an accident happened.

With a "bang", Harry felt that he was hit hard, and the broom was moved sideways.

It was the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, who rammed Harry on purpose to prevent him from catching the Snitch.

"foul!"

Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindors, Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle to suspend the game, and she flew over angrily, drenching Flint's head.

The latter's face showed a smile of success. Because of the suspension of the game, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from everyone's sight, and Gryffindor missed the opportunity to win the game.

The Gryffindor team glared at Flint angrily, almost eating him alive.

However, many students who had recovered from their anger suddenly realized what had just happened, and started throwing debris at the venue. Some people took out their wands and cast a curse on Flint to express their protest and dissatisfaction.

"They seem... a little excited." Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because they all bet that Harry could catch the Snitch and win the game, and Flint's actions undoubtedly made the Galleon they were about to get slipped away." Albert said maliciously, "There is nothing like just It's even more infuriating to see Gallen slip through the fingers."

"You're not angry?" Isobel looked at Albert up and down, and asked back, "I remember that you seemed to bet too."

"If there is no accident, Harry should be able to catch the Golden Snitch. His Nimbus 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins's sweeping Seven Stars, and Harry's skills are not bad. As a savior, he is naturally lucky. So I don't think he will lose."

"What kind of nonsense are you doing!" Isobel couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

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