They sat at the farthest point of the auditorium, where the view was the best. Although it was a bit far, they could still see the game clearly with the telescope kindly provided by Hagrid.

"You're too slow, Ginny!" Ron muttered unhappily, "Where have you been?"

"Look, Malfoy's gone." Ginny said as she sat down next to Hermione. "He really forgot that there's a Quidditch match today."

"I knew it. He doesn't look like he's interested in Quidditch." Hermione said with a predictable expression. "He's much more interested in studying than Quidditch. Even I can't understand the books he reads, especially alchemy and runes. You two should learn from him!"

The latter sentence was addressed to Ron and Harry.

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Ron immediately changed the subject: "To be honest, I never dreamed that I would cheer for Slytherin in this life! If someone had told me this last year, I would have slapped him to make him sober up. But if Slytherin really wins, Harry, you will have to face their Nimbus 2001 again."

He said worriedly, having the urge to boo Slytherin immediately.

"What are you talking about? Mr. Riddle is our friend!" Ginny blurted out in anger. Fortunately, there were nearly a thousand spectators and almost eight hundred of them were cheering for Ravenclaw. The voices were getting louder and louder, so no one could hear what they were saying.

Harry was not worried at all. He said, "The chances of winning are slim. Quidditch is not just about having a good broom. As far as I know, Malfoy has never participated in a single training session. I think he just wants to experience Quidditch. After all - it's not easy to get a chance, so let's cheer him on."

After hearing what he said, Ginny and Hermione began to worry whether Cyrus would make a fool of himself.

"Don't worry," Ron saw their mood, "it's impossible for anyone to fly worse than Malfoy anyway."

The four of them laughed at the same time.

In fact, Malfoy's flying skills are still very good, not as good as Harry's, but better than most people. It's just that he is not competing with Harry, but competing with him. His eyes are almost on Harry's body, so why is he looking for the golden snitch?

"Look, the Ravenclaw team is coming out," Hermione said suddenly.

Harry immediately craned his neck to look over there. He remembered that the Seeker for the Ravenclaw team was a girl. He hadn't thought much of her last year, but the first few times he saw her, he found her cuter.

"How strong is the Ravenclaw team?" Hermione asked.

She wasn't particularly keen on Quidditch, and hadn't watched any matches other than Harry's in the past year.

"Not bad, conservatively speaking, among all the teams in Hogwarts, it's in the top four!" Harry said seriously, which was quite euphemistic. In fact, the overall strength of the Ravenclaw team was indeed worse than the others, but in fact the gap between the four teams was actually very small.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have never been the favorites to win the championship.

"If Slytherin doesn't play dirty tricks, there's still hope of winning." Harry said from Zhang Qiu's perspective, "She's really cute, isn't she?"

"Stop it, you licker. Don't forget who we are here to cheer for! Besides, if you like her so much, why don't you confess to her on Valentine's Day?" Ginny passed Hermione and patted Harry on the back of the head, bringing him back to his senses.

"If I confessed to her at that time, I would really have no hope!" Harry complained, touching his head.

He now missed the shy Ginny during the summer vacation.

On the field, the captain of the Ravenclaw team, the Pirate King, Roger Davis, was solemnly saying to his subordinates: "Be careful, the Slytherins are very rogue when they play, be careful not to get hurt."

"They even changed the brooms this year. I think we're doomed," said Chaser Jeremy Stratton, shaking his head in frustration.

"Don't think so. At least we know their seekers are terrible." Zhang Qiu said with a smile, "If Harry Potter can win, so can we! And we can win more beautifully!"

"That's right!" Roger nodded.

"That sounds easy enough," Johnson said.

"Come on, he just told each of our roles once again." Jeremy said helplessly.

"The Slytherin team has come out too." Someone said. Everyone on the Ravenclaw team immediately looked in the distance and saw a row of lush green rapeseed flowers standing in a row.

But what surprised them was that Marcus Flint, who was supposed to be at the leading position, now stood at the end with his tail tucked in. Instead, Malfoy, who lost to Harry in the last game, stood at the front.

His white hair gleamed in the sun, making him look like a bald man.

"Malfoy?"

"What's going on? Slytherin changed its captain?"

"It really depends on the money!"

"If my dad can equip all Ravenclaws with Nimbus 2001, can I become captain too?" Randolph said enviously.

"Shut up!" Roger wanted to hit him with a broom. But to be honest, if the other party could really get seven Nimbus 2001s, it would not matter if he gave up the captain's position. But this was obviously impossible.

With a powerful enemy at hand, there is no need to say any more boring nonsense.

At this time, Madam Hooch was standing in the center of the court. She had a whistle around her neck and raised her right arm, signaling the two teams to move towards her.

Roger was very familiar with the Quidditch process and led his team members to the other side. Cyrus also walked to Madam Hooch's side after being reminded by other team members.

"Look, I want everybody to play fair and honest."

She seemed to be talking specifically to Marcus Flint, because when she noticed that Marcus was standing at the end of the line, contrary to his usual behavior, she gave him a very strange look.

Then, his gaze turned to Cyrus.

The Malfoy kid...

Well, she is still someone who needs to be warned.

"I repeat, be fair and honest!"

"I'm the fairest!" Cyrus said with his chin raised.

"Very good, then please everyone ride on the flying brooms."

Cyrus climbed onto Malfoy's Nimbus 2001.

Madam Hooch blew loudly on her silver whistle.

It's Monday, time to go back to work. I'm not slacking off, this chapter is scheduled to be released.

(End of this chapter)