Quidditch Match Begins

The Quidditch match was about to begin, and it was already close to midnight.

Yet Brook was far too excited to sleep.

Without hesitation, he entered the Ring Space, ready to try out his rewards.

"It really does look alike!"

Brook looked at the "Hermione" in the mirror and could not help but marvel.

Not only did he now look exactly like Hermione, even his clothes and voice were identical to hers.

If he appeared at Hogwarts in this form right now, no one would be able to expose him.

Then, with a thought, his body instantly began to twist and transform.

In the blink of an eye, he became a majestic lion.

Right after that, he turned into an eagle.

Running and flying felt as natural as instinct.

There was no need for any period of adjustment.

He could skillfully control both of these completely different forms.

After experiencing the wonders of Fetal Transformation, Brook summoned Flying Pig.

He circled around the flying pig.

Flying Pig was round and plump all over, its fan-like ears curled and drooping by the sides of its head.

Its short, stubby legs supported its chubby body, making it look utterly adorable.

"Hello, Flying Pig."

Flying Pig snorted twice in response to Brook.

"Turn into a sports car for me." Brook said eagerly.

Flying Pig tilted its head, its little black bean-like eyes filled with confusion.

"You can't transform?"

Flying Pig shook its head.

"You don't know what a sports car looks like, so you can't transform into one?"

"Snort snort!" Flying Pig nodded vigorously.

"Then what about Wind Fire Wheels?"

"Snort."

A ring of blazing red light instantly spread around Flying Pig.

Then its body began spinning rapidly, faster and faster, until its outline was nearly impossible to see.

Accompanied by a series of crackling sounds, its body split into two and transformed into a pair of flaming wheels.

The flames on the wheels twisted and leaped wildly, radiating waves of scorching heat.

Brook: (ㅍ_ㅍ)✧

He cautiously reached out and tried touching the edge of the flames.

His fingers did not feel any burning sensation.

So he stepped onto them without worry.

It did not feel like standing on wheels at all. It felt no different from standing on solid ground, completely stable.

Brook's lips curled upward. "Fly."

The Wind Fire Wheels immediately carried him into the air.

He raced freely through the Ring Space.

"Brook, wake up."

A crisp voice rang out.

Brook rolled over and continued sleeping soundly.

He must have been hallucinating. He had actually heard Hermione's voice.

"Brook!"

The voice sounded again, louder this time.

Brook rubbed his sleepy eyes, and a familiar face immediately came into view.

"Hermione, why are you here?"

He instantly became a little more awake.

Then he quickly looked around.

That was right!

This was definitely his dormitory, not the girls' dormitory.

"The Quidditch match is about to start. Get up already," Hermione urged.

Brook had played for a long time the previous night and had not fallen asleep from exhaustion until nearly dawn.

His mind was still a little slow to catch up.

"No, Hermione, how did you get into the boys' dormitory?"

"I came to wake you up!" Hermione explained impatiently.

"Hogwarts rules say girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory."

As she spoke, she casually picked up Brook's wizard robes and handed them to him.

"They can do that... That's outright discrimination," Brook muttered.

"How about it? Do you want to enter the girls' dormitory?" Hermione's eyes gleamed dangerously.

"Cough, cough." Though that really was what Brook had been thinking, he could not say it aloud.

"I mean, it would only be fair if neither side could enter."

"Enough. Get up quickly. I'll wait outside for you."

Hermione turned toward the door and reminded him, "Hurry up."

"Can I not go? I'm not really interested in Quidditch."

Brook attempted one final struggle.

"Lately, doing two sets of homework has felt rather tiring."

"Fine, I'm getting up."

There was no way he was doing homework. Not in this life.

Yawning, Brook slowly walked out of the dormitory.

He gave a huge stretch and turned to look at Hermione.

"Seriously, aren't you uninterested in this kind of ball sport?"

"Who said I wasn't interested?" Hermione rolled her eyes at Brook.

"I often watch football with my dad, all right? I just don't like talking about it."

Brook suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Do not mention football. Just hearing about it gave him a headache.

Still, Great Xia's football during this period should have been pretty good, right?

Should he try to save it?

The Quidditch match had been scheduled for twelve o'clock.

Who knew who had picked that time.

Exercising right after eating was terrible for the stomach.

By the time Brook and Hermione arrived at the Quidditch pitch, the stands were already packed.

It was likely that the entire school, teachers and students alike, had come.

"Brook, Hermione, over here! Over here!"

Ron stood among the crowd, waving his arms and shouting at them.

Brook and Hermione followed the sound and saw that Neville, Seamus, and the others were there too.

Everyone from his dormitory was present.

They had made a huge banner out of bed sheets.

In eye-catching letters, the banner read, "Potter Will Win," with a majestic Gryffindor lion painted beneath it.

They were cheering Harry on.

Everyone looked excited, except Brook, whose eyes were unfocused as he kept yawning.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Hermione asked.

"A little." Brook rubbed his eyes.

"Then maybe you should go back and sleep!"

"I'm already here, so I might as well watch it!"

"Sigh, this was my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to come."

"What are you talking about? As if you could really drag me here."

Brook noticed the movement on the field and immediately changed the subject. "Look, Harry and the others are coming out."

Hermione's attention was drawn away.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players wore bright scarlet uniforms.

Slytherin wore green uniforms.

They emerged in a stream from the changing rooms on opposite sides and entered the center of the pitch.

Gryffindor's lineup was as follows.

Chasers: Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell;

Beaters: Fred Weasley and George Weasley;

Keeper: Oliver Wood;

Seeker: Harry Potter.

As for Slytherin, its team included Marcus Flint and the others.

The teachers and students in the stands immediately erupted into enthusiastic applause.

Madam Hooch, the referee for this match, held her Flying Broomstick tightly in one hand, with a box resting at her feet.

She was waiting for the teams to arrive.

She first opened the box and released the Golden Snitch and the Bludgers.

Then she signaled for the players to mount their Flying Broomsticks.

Madam Hooch then blew her whistle sharply, the piercing sound tearing through the sky.

At the same time, she tossed the Quaffle high into the air.

In an instant, fifteen Flying Broomsticks shot into the sky like arrows released from a bow.

With her outstanding reflexes and nimble movements, Johnson was the first to seize the Quaffle.

The match had officially begun.

(An extra chapter for Loyal Imperial and all you readers! Better late than never!)