Chapter 221 Quidditch Approaches

Return to the Gryffindor common room.

The mutilated portrait of the Fat Lady had been taken down from the wall, and in its place was a portrait of Lord Cadogan and his fat gray pony.

No one is happy about this. Sir Cadogan spent half his time challenging people to duels with him. The rest of the time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords, which he had to change at least twice a day.

"He's really crazy," Seamus Finnigan said angrily to Percy, "Can't we try someone else?"

"None of the other paintings wanted to do the job," said Percy. "They were horrified by what happened to the Fat Lady. Lord Cadogan was the only one who stepped up."

But the most terrible thing was that Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office. The look on her face made Harry think that someone must have died.

"There's no need to hide it from you anymore, Potter," she said seriously. "I know this will come as a shock to you, but Black—"

"I know he's after me," Harry said wearily. "I heard Ron's dad tell his mom. Mr. Weasley works for the Ministry of Magic."

McGonagall seemed very surprised. She stared at Harry for a moment before saying, "I see! Well, then, Potter, you understand why I think it's not a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening. On the pitch, With only your teammates around, you're very exposed, Potter—"

"We have our first game on Saturday!" Harry said, furious. "I must train, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him intently. Harry knew that she was extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, since she was the one who first suggested that Harry be the Seeker. He waited, holding his breath nervously.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall stood up and stared at the Quidditch pitch outside the window, which was vaguely visible in the rain. "Well... God knows, I would like to see our team take home the trophy... But no matter what, Potter... I would be happier if a teacher was here. I asked Mrs. Hooch to supervise you. training.”

In this way, the first Quidditch match gradually approached, but the weather became worse and worse. Under the supervision of Mrs. Hooch, the Gryffindor team trained bravely and worked harder than before. Then, during the final practice before Saturday's game, Oliver delivered unwelcome news to his team.

"We're not going to compete with the Slytherins!" he told them angrily. "Flint came to see me just now. We're going to compete with the Hufflepuffs."

"Why?" other team members asked in unison.

"Flint's excuse is that their Seeker's injured arm hasn't healed yet." Wood said, raising his spear angrily. "But their purpose for doing this is obvious. They just don't want to play in such weather. They think it's... It will destroy their chances..." It was a stormy day, and as Wood spoke, they heard thunder rumbling in the distance. "Malfoy's arm is fine at all!" Harry said angrily, "He's just pretending!"

"I understand, but we can't prove it." Wood said painfully, "We have been practicing with Slytherin, and now we are competing against the Hufflepuff team. Their style is quite unfair. Same thing. They have a new captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory—"

Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie burst into giggles.

"What?" Wood said, unimpressed by the carefree behavior.

"He is the tall, handsome boy, right?" Angelina said.

"The strong one who talks less," Katie said, and they started giggling again.

"He talks less because he's too stupid to say two words at the same time." Fred said impatiently. "I don't know why you should be worried, Oliver, the Hufflepuffs are easy opponents to beat. The last time we played against them, Harry caught the Snitch in five minutes, remember?"

"We're playing under completely different circumstances!" Wood shouted, his eyes slightly bulging. "Digory has organized a strong team! He is an excellent Seeker! That's exactly what I was worried you would think! We must not underestimate the enemy! We must grasp the main problem! Slytherin wants to see us make a wrong move! We Must win!"

"Oliver, don't get mad," Fred said, slightly alarmed, "We're going to take Team Hufflepuff seriously. We do."

In this way, the Quidditch match seemed to be decided, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

However, this is not what Fan Lin is most worried about. He believes in the strength of the Gryffindor team. He is more concerned about the traces of Peter Pettigrew. Although there are potions to track him, Peter Pettigrew is always hiding on Ron. .

Now Ron is extremely nervous about Scabbers. The rat tonic is completely useless. He is becoming more and more irritable, as if he is a different person. Most of the time he is in a daze, and he will have a big fight with Hermione. No one can stop it.

Fan Lin tried to get Peter Pettigrew out of Ron's hands several times, but Ron didn't believe him. Scabbers was now his heart and no one could touch him.

It is worth mentioning that Peter Pettigrew became more and more restless. He often sneaked out after Ron was asleep, seemingly to guard against Sirius.

He was afraid that Sirius would sneak in again. He didn't trust those brainless Dementors and the defense of Hogwarts. He didn't want to pin his life on these illusory things. He needed to do something.

For this reason, Fanlin was always very curious about what Peter Pettigrew wanted to do. He could only feel how far away Pettigrew was from him, but he didn't know what the surrounding environment was like, so he had no way to judge.

Fanlin felt that he needed the Marauder's Map to help him. Although he could transform and track Peter Pettigrew, it would easily expose his purpose. At least it was not the right time.

But Fanlin was not sure whether Fred and George had got the Marauder's Map. Moreover, even if he got it, what reason should he find to get it from them...

These were extremely annoying things, plus a brainless Sirius who wanted revenge, which was really terrible.

However, these things could only be suppressed in his heart. At least, Harry's Quidditch game was something that could not be missed. (To be continued)