They finally reached the Quidditch Pitch, and Ron rushed toward the stands as though he had finally been set free.
Harry and the others seemed to still be in the team changing room. Ron really could not understand what the two top students were discussing, so he could only choose to sit with Colin Creevey, whom he had already met quite a few times.
Indeed, the boy fully embodied the spirit of a paparazzo: wherever Harry was, he was sure to be there.
Fortunately, Colin Creevey was very interested in Quidditch, so Ron chatted with him about his favorite sport and promoted his beloved Chudley Cannons.
Harry emerged with his teammates. They all looked bleary-eyed with sleep, except for Wood, who looked full of excitement.
"Whoosh..." The cool morning wind blew freely, buffeting Harry's face and driving away his drowsiness. He mounted his broom and flew high around the stadium as fast as he could.
Then he noticed Hermione and Su Er in the stands, and, of course, Ron and Colin Creevey, who were chatting enthusiastically a short distance away from them.
"Good morning." Harry braked sharply and stopped in front of them.
"Harry, look over here!" Colin called shrilly, waving and raising his camera.
"Oh, what a nightmare," Harry muttered under his breath. He gave Colin a perfunctory wave, greeted Hermione and Su Er, then sped away.
"Huh, what are the Slytherins doing here?" Hermione suddenly asked, pointing at the entrance a short distance from the pitch.
Hermione was not the only one who noticed. The Gryffindor players on the pitch noticed them too.
Wood hurtled toward the ground on his broom, with his teammates following close behind.
Soon, Wood was arguing with the Slytherin players, his face and neck flushed red.
"Su Er, let's go down and have