This year's event schedule is not very friendly to Gryffindor. They must be the first to face Slytherin after all members have changed their clothes.

All members are in Nimbus 2001... This is already the configuration of a professional team.

Faced with such a situation, they naturally wouldn't be in a good mood, and even Fred and George lost the mood to joke.

When Kyle arrived at the Great Hall, he saw the Gryffindor players crowded around the empty long dining table, each of them looking nervous and silent.

Kyle didn't know what to say, so he just hurried over and patted them on the shoulders as they were about to go to the Quidditch field.

"Come on, if you win you won't have to tap dance around the castle again."

Last school year, Fred and George had been coming up with all sorts of excuses to shirk their obligations regarding the Order of Merlin bet, and they still hadn't fulfilled it.

The main reason is that the moves they thought of were too weird. Whether it was holding three trophies or tap dancing on a broom, they were all difficult moves.

Each one of them alone is barely enough, and if you add them together... I can only say that I am powerless.

Fred's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course, it's a deal." Kyle said with a smile.

“Honestly, your way of boosting morale is much more effective than Wood’s.” George came closer. “He only tells us the same old stuff.”

He cleared his throat and waved his hands in an Oliver Wood-like motion. "…Slytherin's brooms are better than ours, but the people on our brooms are better than theirs…"

"Isn't it obvious...does he need to tell me?"

"But he's the captain after all." Fred spread his hands and said, "We can only cooperate."

The two of them teased Oliver Wood from the left and right, and there was no trace of their previous depressed and decadent look.

Kyle even suspected that they were pretending just now, just waiting for what he said just now...

"Hey, Kyle, your expression is so obvious that I can guess what you are thinking." George raised his eyebrows and said, "But it's really not..."

“We were really nervous before…”

“I’m worried about losing the game…”

"Until we put on this..." Fred patted the golden and red team uniform on his body.

"And we decided that if we could win the game this time."

“Let’s celebrate in the same way…”

"It has nothing to do with the bet, it's just a pure celebration!"

Fred and George walked into the players' locker room with a smile, while Kyle went to the stands for the game. Cedric had already helped him reserve a seat in the front.

"How about it."

"They seem quite confident," Kyle said with a smile.

"That's good." Looking at the player tunnel, Oliver Wood had already walked out with other players.

"In fact, I asked Hannah and Susan from the second year yesterday..." Connor looked at the Slytherin team on the other side, "They both said that Draco Malfoy's performance in flying class was far worse than Potter's."

"That's normal," Cedric said. "If he can fly well, there's no need to buy brooms for everyone on the team... Nimbus 2001 is ridiculously expensive. Buying seven at a time, even if the Malfoys are rich, they can't be so extravagant."

"You are right."

Mikel squeezed over and said, "For these brooms, his pocket money was reduced by more than half."

"If that's the case, then Malfoy must have paid to join the team." Cedric glanced at him, "But Mikel...how do you know this?"

"Oh, I heard him say it himself."

Mikel subconsciously touched his pocket, which was bulging with something unknown inside.

While they were talking, the competition was about to begin.

"Listen to my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three, two, one..."

The crowd cheered and cheered them on as they took off, and the fourteen members soared into the leaden sky together.

Harry flew to the highest point immediately and began to look for the Golden Snitch.

But Malfoy was different. He didn't seem to care about the Golden Snitch at all. His eyes were always on Harry. He flew back and forth beside him on his broom, as if he was showing off something.

And this situation continued for five minutes.

"What the hell is Malfoy doing!"

Cedric frowned and said, "He is a Seeker... Could the Golden Snitch appear in Potter's shirt pocket?"

Even the Bludger couldn't stand it anymore and flew towards the two of them.

Harry swung his broom around just in time, and the Bludger missed and flew straight into Malfoy's face.

Looking at the Bludger getting closer and closer, Malfoy seemed to be frightened and stood there like a wooden stake, with disbelief on his pale face.

Isn't it said that the Seekers only need to pay attention to the Bludgers when they are trying to catch the Snitch? But the game has just begun and they haven't even seen the Snitch yet!

The Bludger grew larger and larger, and soon flew in front of Malfoy, who subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, the imagined pain did not come. When the Bludger was less than an inch away from him, it suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards Harry again.

Harry dodged again, but the Bludger flew towards him again, as if it had targeted him and ignored everyone else.

Fred and George also discovered this. In order to prevent Harry from being knocked off his broom by the crazy Bludger, they could only fly closely around Harry and do their best to protect his safety.

It started to rain.

"Someone has done something to... this Bludger!" Fred shouted loudly and hit the Bludger that was rushing towards him away with force.

At this time, people in the stands also noticed something was wrong.

"Marcus Flint scored a goal... It's now fifty to zero, Slytherin is leading temporarily..."

On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted, "But what about that Bludger? How many Galleons does Harry Potter owe it..."

Wood gestured to Madam Hooch...

"Oh, Oliver Wood used the timeout! I think he should have done that a long time ago... before Harry Potter got smashed in the head by that crazy Bludger..."

The members of the Gryffindor team gathered together to urgently discuss a solution.

In the stands, Kyle, wearing a waterproof and moisture-proof badge, was looking carefully for something in the rain.

Finally, he saw a vague short figure in the Slytherin player tunnel opposite.

"I'll be away for a while." Kyle said this and squeezed out of the crowd.

However, he did not go to the opposite passage, but ran towards the castle.

A few minutes later, Kyle returned, followed by a house-elf from the kitchen.

The game had resumed, and the Bludger was still chasing Harry around the field.

"Kaka, do you know that elf?" Kyle pointed in the direction of the passage. "It seems to be interfering with the Bludger."

"Kaka doesn't know it, sir!" the elf screamed, "It's not part of the kitchen..."

"Bad elf, that's a bad elf! Kaka must drive it out!"

Looking at the crazy Bludger in the sky, not knowing whether it was because of anger or something else, the elf Kaka's big ears turned red, and then disappeared on the spot with a "pop".

The next second, a stool rolled out from the aisle.

At the same time, the Bludger above the field stopped turning and went straight towards Marcus Flint along its original trajectory.

Because of what happened just now, the Slytherin captain thought that the Bludger would go after Harry again, and had no intention of dodging at all.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the Bludger hit him hard in the face.

Marcus Flint fainted on the spot, staggered and fell off his broom.

In the stands, Professor McGonagall, who was watching the game, quickly raised her wand, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.

Thanks to book friend Zhenxing for the reward.

(End of this chapter)