Quidditch is a great game—that's what Morris would say.
But in reality, he had absolutely no idea what was happening on the field.
At that moment, he finally understood why most of the students around him were carrying binoculars.
"Look!" Cho Chang exclaimed excitedly, holding up her binoculars. " Harry Potter is breaking through! They're about to... Oh, too bad, he's been stopped by the Bludger."
"..."
Morris didn't speak; he only saw red and green colliding in the air before quickly scattering, making it impossible to tell them apart.
He could barely recognize the smallest of them, Harry Potter.
Is this Quidditch?
Sure enough, he didn't really enjoy watching this kind of game.
But perhaps taking the stage personally would be a different story?
He might give it a try if he has the chance in the future.
The usually quiet Cho Chang seemed like a completely different person when watching Quidditch Match, becoming extremely active and acting as a part-time commentator for Morris and Marietta.
"Hmm, Slytherin's Seeker made a beautiful feint! Ah, he missed."
Cho Chang suddenly put down her binoculars, turned to Morris, and said, "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Her eyes sparkled, and she looked a little excited. "I watched the Quidditch World Cup with my dad before, and that was a real spectacle. Even high-difficulty moves like the Wronski Feint were easily executed by those professional players. You must go see it if you have the chance."
Morris didn't know what Wronski Feint was, but...
"Uh..." He pointed to a figure in mid-air and asked hesitantly, "What kind of feint is that?"
"What's wrong?"
Qiu Zhang picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Harry Potter was gripping his broom, twisting and twitching violently in the air, as if riding a bull in heat.
He even spun around in the air several times, each time turning 360 degrees.
"That's strange," Qiu Zhang frowned and pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Could it be a new tactic? To... to attract the enemy's attention? To disrupt their line of sight?"
Morris nodded thoughtfully.
That makes sense.
Look at the Slytherin line; several people have already stopped what they were doing and are staring intently at Harry, who is dancing in the air.
"That's brilliant tactic, "Morris thought.
But this thought only lasted a short while.
Because Harry was out of control for a full five minutes high in the air.
In those five minutes, after the Slytherin players reacted, they scored an unknown number of goals.
The stands were filled with whispers, and many people even stood up.
What exactly is going on?
Finally, Harry abruptly stopped his bizarre dance moves and performed a long downward dive.
Morris could clearly see a golden light flash past him.
Then, Harry landed on the pitch, almost rolling down, landing on all fours.
Although the posture was a bit awkward, but...
"I've caught the Golden Snitch!" Harry shouted, raising his right hand high above his head.
With the whistle blowing and commentator Lee Jordan's enthusiastic announcement, the game ended.
Gryffindor's victory.
Upon seeing this, Morris nodded in admiration.
Harry, you bastard.
Pretend that your broom has gone out of control to lower the guard of all your enemies, then seize the opportunity to capture the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop.
Is this your purpose?
Sure enough, the Chosen One is quite capable.
If it were him, he couldn't have made such a dangerous dive.
Qiu Zhang, seemingly still in a daze, muttered, "What kind of tactic is this...?"
Even though Harry caught the Golden Snitch, she still felt something was off.
After the Quidditch Match ended, Morris had intended to congratulate Harry.
But as soon as the match ended, Harry pulled Hermione and Ron away in another direction, their destination likely Hagrid's Hut or the Forbidden Forest.
Therefore, Morris had no choice but to return to the castle alone.
"Awooo--Awooo--"
As we approached the castle, familiar calls came from not far away.
He followed the sound to the side of the castle, looked up, and saw a black figure—no, no, there were two figures.
In mid-air, a jet-black owl flapped its wings, its two claws gripping tightly onto... a cat?
The cat was twisting and turning frantically, but it couldn't break free.
The scene seemed somewhat eerie.
But Morris was already used to it.
Because these are his two pets, the Undead Cat Guantou and the Undead Owl Yanhua.
The bird and cat wobbled and spun in the air before landing in front of Morris.
Calling it a landing is actually a bit inaccurate.
Because the Guantou were roughly thrown down by the Yanhua.
Meow--
The black cat let out a shrill scream in the air, rolled twice on the grass before regaining its footing, and bared its teeth at the owl still hanging in mid-air.
The Yanhua gracefully folded its wings, landed on the low fence beside it, shook itself, and angrily turned its head to the side.
Morris sighed. "Silly cat, did you mess with the Yanhua again? How many times have I told you, no fighting!"
These two pets are such a headache—especially the Guantou.
Upon hearing Morris's words, the Guantou immediately wilted and let out two whimpers.
To be honest, it didn't do anything to provoke that bird of prey.
It's just that while the other person was dozing off in a low tree by the river, on a whim, they dragged it and the branch into the river.
Isn't this a perfect opportunity to take a shower?
The river water was a bit cold, but we're all undead creatures, we're not afraid of the cold, so why get so angry?
Of course, Morris was unaware of these details.
Based solely on his experience, he concluded that it was most likely the Guantou that caused the problem first.
Just as he was about to give a few more words of advice, Yanhua suddenly turned its head towards the direction Morris had come from and let out a short cry.
Upon hearing this, the Guantou immediately stopped whimpering, arched its back, its fur slightly bristled, and turned in the same direction.
This is a state of alert.
Morris's heart skipped a beat, and he followed their gaze.
Three figures emerged from around the corner.
It was Draco Malfoy, along with his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
Seeing this, Morris breathed a sigh of relief.
Judging from the reactions of the two pets, he thought he was about to encounter some kind of monster.
Like Centaur, Three-Headed Dog, and Troll.
Fortunately, it was just three students passing by.
He put aside his thoughts and decided to bypass them and leave.
However, Draco and his two companions moved in perfect unison, blocking his path.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," Draco said, raising his chin in a malicious smile. "Aren't you going to apologize for what you did earlier?"
Morris was stunned.
Apologize?
What did he do?
If you're referring to what happened in the stands—where the other person clearly stole his book, wasn't he the victim?
"I don't understand what you mean," Morris said truthfully.