Hermione stood at the door of the dressing room, constantly looking out, and the snow from the sky accumulated a thick layer on her hat.

She exhaled a breath of cold air and stamped her feet.

"I forgot to bring the thermostatic locket... Oh, right, it warms the body like a furnace!" She took out her wand and pointed it at herself. In an instant, a warm current spread throughout her body, as if she was sitting by a blazing fireplace in the lounge. She couldn't help yawning.

The door of the dressing room opened.

Betty came out first, looking listless, followed by Fred and George, who drooped their shoulders as if they were going to a battle that was doomed to fail. Angelina's headache voice came from the door of the lounge: "Okay, Harry, you persuade him, wish us good luck..."

Harry responded vaguely, and then Angelina came out with a numb face. Her expression was even weirder, Hermione thought. Angelina looked dead, with only a shell wandering around.

Hermione walked in, and Ron was sitting in the corner of the lounge. Harry stared at him.

"What's wrong? The game is about to start. Everyone is in a bad mood? Oh, oh, uh."

Hermione looked past Harry and saw Ron leaning against the bench with a dull look in his eyes, his face was pale, and his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

Harry gave Hermione a look.

At this moment, Ron suddenly moved, and his agility surprised Harry and Hermione.

"Harry, cast a happy spell on me quickly." He said anxiously.

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Happy spell," Ron said, his lips were a little purple from the cold, "This is the only way, it's what I thought of all morning."

"What's going on?"

Ron sat back slowly: "I admit that I'm a little nervous, just a little... Well, very nervous. Harry, I was carried up and couldn't get down, Angelina said I'm no worse than Wood, Professor McGonagall exempted me from the Transfiguration homework..."

"Can't you sum it up in one sentence?" Hermione said impatiently.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to defend a single ball." Ron stammered, "It's strange, I didn't have this thought before, but I thought of it all of a sudden when I woke up this morning. I wanted to enlighten myself, so I walked around the Black Lake twice, but things got worse and worse. Now my hands and feet are cold, I feel dizzy, short of breath, and nausea..."

"That's because you didn't eat anything this morning!" Harry said unhappily.

"Yeah, but I don't think it would make any difference even if you ate..." Ron said hoarsely.

"I don't think so. If you're worried about a poor performance, there's no need to worry. Your opponent should be more worried." Hermione encouraged him, "The Slytherin goalkeeper is a fool. What's his name?"

"Miles Bletchley." Harry interrupted.

To be fair, he thought Bletchley played well, but when Bletchley failed to cast a spell on the chaser Alicia in the corridor two days ago, Fred and George threatened that he would not let him walk off the Quidditch field in one piece. Harry, of course, stood on the side of the team.

Harry followed Hermione's words and comforted her, "Yeah, think about it, Slytherin's team this year is terrible, Flint is gone, and their new captain is Montague, you know what kind of person he is" "

When I came over, I saw him yelling at the players, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing a pair of hairy arms. I thought he was holding up two hairy hams." Hermione said sarcastically.

Ron smiled stiffly.

"Their batsman is also a newcomer. Montague also recruited Crabbe and Goyle. I don't know why, they are so stupid that they can't even tell the head and tail of the broom." Harry continued.

Ron rolled his eyes.

"To be honest, I don't know what you have to worry about," Hermione said irritably, "Compared to the adventures you have experienced, a ball game is just child's play, a, a game."

Harry and Ron glared at Hermione at the same time, angry at her careless words. Hermione waved her hands in embarrassment, "I don't mean to look down on Quidditch"

"Yes!" Ron blurted out a word, "You just don't like Quidditch."

Now it was Hermione's turn to stare at him.

Ron turned his head away.

Hermione continued: "Think about what you have experienced, trolls, three-headed dogs, basilisks, dark wizards, dragons, mermaids, Death Eaters, Voldemort..." She said a long list, and finally concluded: "Compared with these, the consequences of a failed Quidditch game are really not worth mentioning."

Harry felt that the comparison could not be made. Although some things were not dangerous, they were also much more difficult. However, he did not intend to ruin Hermione's plan. That was purely asking for trouble, and there was no benefit except to cause another trouble. So he said against his will: "Yes."

Ron stood up, as if he was alive again, "That makes sense... Hermione, do you have any food with you?"

"No." Hermione said dryly.

"Don't lie to me," Ron said affirmatively: "Your beaded bag must have a lot of food."

Hermione reluctantly took out a bag of compressed biscuits and threw it to him.

Ron tore open the package and ate it in big mouthfuls. Harry swallowed his saliva. He ate very little in the morning, not because he was nervous, but because he didn't want to eat too much and affect his condition.

"How did you talk, boys?" Angelina poked her head out of the locker room door.

Harry made a gesture that it was all right and competed with Ron for the last bit of potato chips.

Angelina's expression was a little dazed. "It seems that you are really all right. Then come out quickly and start the warm-up. Can you bear to let three girls face seven gorillas?"

"And Fred and George." Ron said vaguely, and the potato chip crumbs flew.

"I don't know if I can count on them. The two of them are taking pictures with Professor Sniff. I'll give you a minute." She disappeared. "

Let's go." Harry said.

"Wait." Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the two of them. Their bodies immediately became warm, as if they were surrounded by a stove.

"What spell did you use?" Harry asked.

"Warming spell." Hermione said.

Harry suddenly realized. Familiar memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He remembered that it was also winter. They trudged through the thick snow to Hagrid's hut. On the way, Professor Hep introduced the warming spell. Only Hermione was in the mood to ask questions while shivering with cold. He was more concerned about the gossip about Sirius's school life.

The story was called "Gryffindor New Student and Hufflepuff Prefect".

Now the protagonists of the story have become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic. Harry was a little dazed. Even though he was not an eyewitness, he still felt it was amazing. He understood Mafalda's idea a little. At this time, someone pushed him.

"Don't be dazed. Set an example for the new players next year." Hermione said.

Harry grinned.

Snowflakes were floating in the sky, condensing into ice crystals when they fell on the ground. The cold wind was painful. Felix sat in the stands, feeling the warm atmosphere that was completely opposite to the weather. Valen sat on his shoulders, holding his precious wand. The two little feet swung back and forth.

"The hat is very beautiful. Your vision has improved."

Valen was in a better mood.

Felix quietly opened his palms, and a suction force surged from his palms. The little wizard on the court felt a chill on his back.

"Why is it a bit cold?" A student said dissatisfiedly.

"It's always cold, isn't it?" said the person next to him. "Look, the two teams are shaking hands. The game is about to begin!"

The two teams were greeted with thunderous cheers. The emotions accumulated over the whole year burst out at this moment. Felix quietly increased the suction force. Those full, passionate, warm, and joyful emotions gathered in his palm. He looked like a Dementor hidden in the crowd.

However, he didn't absorb much emotion. The students shivered at most, and then became more enthusiastic and applauded. As Felix deepened his research on the magical talents of magical animals, he naturally understood the characteristics of the magic in magical animals.

This is a kind of magic different from that in wizards.

To be precise, the characteristics of the magic in each magical animal are different. Felix guessed that these magics are obviously affected by their own body structure.

"The talents of magical animals come from the body, while the talents of wizards come from the soul. In other words, the soul of a wizard is the most special. Ghosts carry a certain amount of magic power and can slightly control water and fire. When the soul and body are combined, they will produce endless magic power..."

"This is just a guess." Felix raised his head and looked at the center of the competition venue.

The captains of the two teams stood up and shook hands. Valen called out and pointed with a small wooden stick. The whistle sounded and the game officially began.

The fourteen players took off into the air at a very fast speed, and soon became a series of blurred shadows in the snow. Lee Jordan was still standing on the podium explaining to the audience:

"The game begins. Johnson got the ball first. Of course, her weight is only half of the opponent's, or maybe one-third. After a year, there are new faces on both sides. Gryffindor has added a goalkeeper, which is a very critical position; Slytherin has added two beaters... Look! Johnson passed the two. Is she going to attack? Oh, what a pity, she was just a little bit away."

"The Quaffle is now in Slytherin's hands. Warrington rushed to the goal. There was no one in front of Warrington, and the Bludger was not nearby. There was only the Gryffindor goalkeeper! He is a new member of the team! Oh!"

Harry hurriedly looked at the goal. Ron took the initiative to rush out. His fingers brushed the Quaffle, but he didn't hold it. Harry seemed to hear a sigh, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Great! The ball was stopped! Good job, I must say, a good start," Lee Jordan said excitedly.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted on the side.

"Pay attention next time, Professor. Let's get back to the game. Ron defended. It's a good start. Now it's Gryffindor's turn to attack. Fred and George are near the Slytherin goal. I know this is not a tactic. They told me privately, ahem..."

Harry didn't listen carefully. He stared at the goal with wide eyes. Ron was waving his fist excitedly. From the trajectory of the Quaffle, it should be his hand that changed the position of the Quaffle, making it fly past the goal.

Harry was excited. He knew that for Ron, the first ball was the most dangerous. Ron's biggest weakness was that he would lose confidence if he made a mistake. If he failed to defend a ball, he would be upset and lose more balls. This was the data provided by Ginny, and Harry chose to believe it.

He began to command the broom to fly. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and his vision became unclear. He almost hit the Bludger twice. After confirming that Ron didn't need help, Fred and George seemed ready to fulfill their pre-match promise. Two of the three shots were aimed at the Slytherin goalkeeper. Although one missed, Bletchley was frightened and lost two goals in a panic.

The game became more and more intense. When Harry brushed past Draco Malfoy for the third time, he almost counted how many blisters Malfoy had on his mouth. Malfoy's expression was like sleepwalking, just like Luna's.

Finally, the referee Madam Hooch blew the whistle. Harry hovered in the air and looked down. Katie seemed to be entangled with Warrington. Her head was clamped by Warrington's thick arms, and the broom under her buttocks disappeared.

"Serious foul!" Madam Hooch shouted angrily.

It took some time to help Katie get her broom back, so Harry took the opportunity to fly to Ron's side. "How was it?"

"Not bad," Ron said. "I blocked five balls and missed three. I'm almost getting the hang of it." He grinned happily, "But the other team was worse. Fred and George blocked Bletchley and he didn't even care about the goal."

"Be careful they do the same to you," Harry warned him.

Ron looked at the Slytherin team uneasily. Monty was talking to Crabbe and Goyle with his bare arms. From this angle, they looked the same size, like triplets. Crabbe and Goyle blinked stupidly at them.

"Can I use my wand?" Ron asked uneasily. "If they all come at me at once, I'll have to curse."

"You'll be sent off and our goal will be ruined," Harry said.

The game continued.

Harry decided to end the game as soon as possible. As time went on, the situation would become more complicated. He flew high into the sky and looked down from a few hundred feet. The snowstorm was getting stronger and stronger, and the effect of the warming spell was gradually disappearing. In this situation, it was particularly difficult to find a small ball the size of a walnut. He circled twice and found nothing. Instead, he saw Mafalda sketching a crooked stick figure in the audience. It was a snake with horns. Harry took a look and decided to laugh at her for this when he had the chance.

Lee Jordan's commentary occasionally drilled into his ears, "The score is very close. The two teams seem to be angry with each other's goalkeepers. I don't know if this can become a new tactic, but future goalkeepers should be careful. Adrian Puse got the ball."

Harry finally saw it: the golden snitch was hanging near the Gryffindor goal.

Crabbe and Goyle came towards Ron, followed by Adrian Puse, forming a triangle formation, as if they wanted to copy Gryffindor's tactics in the first half. Ron's face was pale. If he didn't use magic, he suspected that he would be crushed by the two of them. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw Harry swooping down from a high place.

Ron felt a warm current in his heart. Harry came to save him! The current rhythm seemed to be on track. He could think of countless similar situations. He just needed to do his own thing with peace of mind. What was it? Ron suddenly jumped forward and stopped the Quaffle. At the same time, he heard the whistling wind in his ears, and Harry circled upward with the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Enthusiastic cheers rang out on the court, and the lion hat on Luna's head roared in the cold air, which made Valen startled.

"The game is over."

Felix shook his head. This Slytherin team was indeed very poor, and the coordination was even more problematic. But it didn't matter to him much. He took the opportunity to collect the last wave of emotional samples and prepared to go back and study them carefully.

It is difficult for a person to create emotions that he has never experienced, and he is even less able to create such strong collective emotions as on the Quidditch field.

In the evening, a coin that Felix kept close to his body suddenly became hot.

It was the house-elf Bundy. After waiting for nearly a week, did the man in Nurmengard finally make a decision?