Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 290: Eve of the Finals

Like Ivan, Harry had a bad night's sleep.

Tomorrow's Quidditch final puts too much pressure on him, especially as he is the key to Gryffindor's victory, and Harry has had a lot of dreams over and over.

At first he dreamed he'd slept through time, and Wood screamed, "Where were you? You didn't show up at the start of the game, so we had to replace you with Neville! ”

Then he dreamt that Malfoy and the rest of Slytherin were all riding dragons to compete.

He ran for his life, trying to avoid the flames coming out of Malfoy's riding mouth, when he thought he'd forgotten his crossbow.

He discovered that his crossbow was being held by Malfoy, who laughed and Harry was terrified, fell from the air and woke up.

It took about a few seconds for Harry to realize that the game had not yet taken place and he was lying safely in bed.

Moreover, the Slytherins will certainly not be allowed to ride dragons in the competition.

He rolled over and went back to sleep, with Ron snoring from time to time in his ears, Harry curling in his nest and blurring his mind.

The next day, Ivan rarely slept a lazy sleep, and he was finally woken up by Colin.

“We have to hurry, Harry and the rest of the team have set out for breakfast in the auditorium!” Colin handed him Ivan's Wizard Robe, "I asked Wiki to help us take two seats next to Harry, and I wanted to say good luck to Harry before the game started. ”

Ivan reacted for a while before realizing what Colin was talking about.

He tucked his clothes around him and rushed to the auditorium with Colin, where he was very lively and full of noise and applause.

People gathered next to the rest of Harry and Griffindor, and Professor McGonagall, Sirius, and even a number of Ravenclaw and Hecky Patch colleges, who blessed the team.

Colin grabbed Ivan and squeezed in. Ivan saw Harry beside him and Autumn Zhang was whispering something to him. Harry was obviously blushing and nodded.

“Good morning, Evan!” Autumn quickly noticed Ivan, who had just arrived, with a gentle smile on her face that looked very comfortable.

Before she could wait to talk to Ivan, she was humming a strange, light-hearted Luna diameter straight over.

Seeing Luna the Mad Girl, everyone took a half-step step backwards.

As usual, no one is willing to come near her. But as if Luna hadn't noticed the anomaly, she gave Harry her blessing, like everyone else, and then turned around and talked to Ivan about the harassing hooligans she had encountered this morning.

“This creature likes to be invisible, but if you're willing to help, I think we can grab them, and my father has a very useful little spell.” Luna tragically said with anticipation in her hazy eyes, "we can write an article about the search for and capture of harassed hooligans in the latest issue of the newspaper. ”

“That's a good idea, Luna!” I'm sorry, "Ivan said," but I have other plans for you today, and I can't go with you to catch those harassers! ”

As planned last night, Ivan intends to try to use Buckbeak, the hippogriff, to fly into Aragok's lair after the Quidditch finals.

Hopefully Harry will win the game and no one will notice what he's doing.

Evan patted Harry on the shoulder gently and Harry barely laughed.

Ivan turned around and saw Hermione waving to himself in the corner, and he hurried over.

“Almost everyone, except Snape and Slytherin, supports Griffindor.” Hermione stared at Harry and the people beside him and said with dissatisfaction, "I can understand their mood, but they're putting pressure on Harry by doing so. You know, in today's game, he has to keep abreast of the golden thieves before he can catch them when Gryffindor leads by more than 50 points..."

“Calm down, Hermione, you look like Wood now!” Ivan fills his plate with the quickest speed.

“Really?!” Hermione was surprised to say that just as Ivan was about to say something, her attention quickly shifted back to Harry.

The welcoming ceremony didn't last long, and Wood quickly pushed everyone aside to allow his team time for breakfast.

On the long table, he has been urging his teammates to eat more, but he has not moved a single bite.

Then, just before anyone else finished eating, he bombed the team onto the field to familiarize the team with the field.

Harry, when they left the auditorium, there was another round of applause.

In addition to the long table at Slytherin College, the people sitting at the table screamed loudly as they passed through Harry. Malfoy was not involved, however, and he was sitting nervously in his seat, paler than usual.

The upcoming Quidditch Final will be a test for all entrants.

As with Gryffindor's match with Ravenclaw more than a month ago, when the players went to the dressing room to change clothes, the other little wizards rushed to the audience, hoping to get a good spot.

This final is bound to be different for all Quidditch games in the past, with all but Slytherin's students remaining in a clear position to support Gryffindor.

At Ivan's suggestion, Sirius prepared many roses of scarlet and a scarlet flag with a Gryffindor lion printed on them, and other little wizards spontaneously prepared many small flags or large pieces of wooden boards and fabrics that read "Gryffindor succeeded! And the lion wins the trophy!” and other slogans.

Now, if you look down from the air, you can see an ocean of gorilla red.

Three-quarters of the crowd wore scarlet roses, shouting Gryffindor cheers.

The most striking is a huge billboard behind the Gryffindor audience, with an animated pattern of colors that plays repeatedly, vividly and constantly changing: a Gryffindor lion is running on green grass, and players, ghost flying balls, and wandering balls spin and fly around its body, a silver snake suddenly appeared to try to stop it, but the lion jumped with an unstoppable momentum, biting the half-assed golden thief and stomping the silver snake under his feet.

The silver snake twisted unwillingly, and the next second, the whole pattern turned into a gorgeous pyrotechnic.

“Gryffindor triumphs!” Large slogans emerge from them, attracting the attention of all.