Eagles vs. Lions
The next day, when the Ravenclaw team entered the Great Hall, they were Great Hall with enthusiastic applause.
The Hufflepuff and Slytherin students were all applauding and cheering for them.
The badgers, having been eliminated by Gryffindor, naturally hoped that this bunch of foolish lions would lose the final.
And Slytherin... they'd love for Gryffindor to die!
When they say this, the little snakes often have a slightly ferocious micro-expression, and some even grit their teeth and finally roar out the word "die"!
What deep-seated hatred must this be... Oh, it's Malfoy. Well, excuse me, please continue.
No wonder he was so angry; yesterday in Hogsmeade, he was attacked with mud by Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak.
In the end, it was all for naught!
Gryffindor ignored the mockery and once again conspicuously displayed two Firebolt, placing them in the most prominent position on the dining table.
Led by Wood, a group of Gryffindor Quidditch Team bowed and worshipped, making it look like a sacrificial ceremony.
Anne has disappeared somewhere, probably afraid of angering William.
The little girl had mixed feelings. She was Gryffindor, and it wasn't right for her not to lend the Firebolt to Angelina.
Deep down, however, she didn't want to borrow the opportunity. One reason was that she didn't like her brother losing, but more importantly... she hoped that after Gryffindor Quidditch Team, she could defeat her brother herself.
This must be the legendary younger sister!
After paying their respects to the broom, the little lions gathered in twos and threes.
McLaggen from Gryffindor is loudly showing off to his roommate.
He claimed:
"It was my letter to Randolph Badmore, the owner of the Universal flying broomstick, that inspired him to create the Firebolt artwork."
Without me, there would be no Firebolt!
McLaggen then boldly announced on the spot that he would participate in the Quidditch selection for the next school year.
It seems that with him, Gryffindor will immediately become a national-level Quidditch team.
Tsk tsk... It's such a waste of their talent that they didn't participate in the Quidditch World Cup.
Besides him, the other students were also boasting about how they knew how to use Firebolt.
Ron is one of the best among them.
He would tell people about the unique sensation of sitting on Firebolt, as long as someone was willing to listen.
When someone asked about the broom's carrying capacity, he readily described his experience riding the broom with Harry.
In his words, it is very stable even when doing strenuous exercise on it.
Everyone is also keen to compare the strength of the two teams, presenting data and discussing records, as if everyone is a football expert!
To William's greatest surprise, he also saw Ludo.
Ludo was dressed in a flamboyant manner, with a sky-blue eagle printed on his robe.
He pushed through the crowd and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.
"William, I specifically put aside my work at the Quidditch World Cup today to watch your game."
He laughed, "I'm your biggest fan!"
William raised his eyebrows.
He just abandoned his job at the Quidditch World Cup to watch a school-level match instead of fulfilling his duties?
As expected of Ludo... so unreliable.
He glanced around, moved closer to William, and lowered his voice:
"Watching the game is secondary; I also brought two Chaser... members of the England National Team..."
"We can't let them show up now; they're sports stars, after all, it would cause unnecessary commotion. They'll come to watch during the game."
If possible, use that technique today to let them observe closely.
Ludo revealed his true intentions. There was a reason for his enthusiasm.
After all, this is... a paid service.
"Don't they need to train?" William asked doubtfully. "The Quidditch World Cup is only a few months away, isn't it?"
"Appropriate relaxation is beneficial."
Ludo squinted and lowered his voice, saying, "I'm telling you, but whatever you do, don't tell anyone else."
This year, the England National Team has been invincible in training matches; neither Ireland nor Scotland can stand a chance!
They've won seven consecutive training matches... England will definitely break their quarter-final curse this time and aim for the world championship!
Unbeatable in training matches?
Breaking through the quarterfinals?
Aiming for the world championship?
Hmm... why do these words, when put together, give William a strange feeling that... England is going to suffer a crushing defeat?!
Ludo shook his pocket, and the gold coins jingled.
"The England National Team is already thinking about the championship... Follow me, bet on the England National Team this year, and you're guaranteed to make a fortune!"
Okay, let's just say it's all about optimism and overconfidence.
William watched Ludo leave with a smile in his eyes... He's probably going to suffer a huge loss, isn't he?
Hermione rested her chin on her hand, secretly staring at William's dark green eyes, lost in thought.
By the time he turned around, she had already blinked and was holding up a badge.
"Here you are, I've prepared a gift all night long!" she said cheerfully.
William looked down and examined it closely, discovering it was a badge.
The badge has sky-blue lettering:
Go William!
After a few seconds, the lettering on the badge disappeared, turning into two animals:
A sea eagle with outstretched wings and a white swan are flying intertwined.
The girl carefully buttoned it up for him.
William ruffled Hermione's hair, then reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
He stood up, a bright smile on his face.
Hermione, her ears burning red, stood up and waved.
William left the table, walked a dozen meters away, and then turned around. Sure enough, he saw her still standing there, waving, with her hands still on her hands, watching him leave.
William waved to Hermione before finally leaving.
All the Ravenclaw players, brooms in hand, followed him out of the Great Hall and headed towards the locker room.
William changed into a sky-blue robe and pinned the badge to the most conspicuous position.
They walked out of the locker room and onto the court, where a commotion erupted.
Three-quarters of the crowd wore blue tulips and waved sky-blue flags with eagles.
Slytherin even displayed a banner:
He was getting anxious.
I'm in a panic!
They panicked!
Gryffindor Quidditch Lousy Cats Team!
"The Gryffindor Quidditch Team is here!" commentator Lee Jordan shouted hoarsely.
Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, the Weasley Brothers, and Wood.
The world's undisputed best team in the last thousand years at Hogwarts... the Diamond Generation!
Li's comments were drowned out by a chorus of boos from the students.
How could he say something so shameless? Even Professor McGonagall blushed a little when she heard it.
"The Ravenclaw Quidditch Team are here, and William is carrying Firebolt... but Gryffindor has two... In terms of numbers, Gryffindor a slight advantage!"
The two teams stood facing each other.
Madam Hooch said cheerfully, "Get on the broom... listen to my whistle... three... two... one..."
Fourteen brooms soared into the air, and Hooch's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
Three Broomsticks, straight through the crowd, stood out from the crowd.
They are William, Angelina, and Harry, riding Firebolt.
All eyes were fixed on William, who was holding the Quaffle.
The classic griffin battle... has finally begun!
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