Chapter 207: Overwhelming Support

This went on until the second week.

Before the game started, all Hufflepuffs started to get nervous and had no mood to do anything else. It was the weekend, but no one in the common room was doing homework.

The outcome of this game would determine who would get the match point and take the initiative in the final, so they had no choice but to take it seriously.

Harris was too nervous. He walked around the common room aimlessly with a broom like a clockwork toy, repeating the precautions that had been said more than a dozen times.

Next to him, two batsmen were constantly practicing swinging wooden bats.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor were the best batsmen.

In order not to drag the team down, they could only use this method to slightly make up for the gap in strength.

However, Kyle felt that if this continued, the two would probably be sent to the school hospital before the game because of arm weakness.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout sent a pot of sunflowers that could soothe emotions, which allowed them to save their arms.

Since Hufflepuff won the championship last year, Professor Sprout has also started to pay attention to Quidditch games.

The sunflower she brought this time is a rare plant, a bit like the three-headed dog in Fantastic Beasts, very rare.

In addition to relieving emotions, its flowers and leaves are also the main materials for making Felixir.

Kyle was a little jealous, but this was obviously not the time to use the sunflower.

After waiting until noon, when they entered the hall, everyone's eyes were all looking over.

Surprisingly, except for Gryffindor, almost everyone else in the hall supported Hufflepuff.

Needless to say, the Slytherins were more reluctant to see Gryffindor win than to lose themselves.

Ravenclaw's thoughts were complicated. Although they were shut out in the last game, as long as Gryffindor also fell behind by a large score this time, they could wash away the shame.

See... It's not that we are weak, it's just that the opponent is too strong, it doesn't matter who comes.

It's like an exam. It doesn't matter if there is a perfect score, as long as everyone else fails.

And there is no difference between zero and failing to some extent.

For Gryffindor, it was the first time they encountered such a one-sided support rate, and this kind of treatment was usually only given to Slytherin.

During the meal, Wood was so angry that he almost cut the plate into pieces.

"Don't care what those people say, we are the best!"

Looking at the gloomy atmosphere around him, Wood pushed away the steak that had been cut into dumpling stuffing in front of him, and cheered up the others: "Support rate doesn't mean anything. We have to win the game and tell them who is the strongest team in Hogwarts."

"That's right!"

Chaser Angelina also pushed away the plate in front of her, raised a glass of pumpkin juice high, and said firmly: "Then let them see who is the strongest!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two more glasses of pumpkin juice were raised.

"Hey, don't forget that we are Gryffindor."

"You shouldn't be at our table like this now."

It was Fred and George.

"Yeah, that's right."

"We can definitely win!"

More and more people began to raise their glasses, and then everyone laughed, and the previous low atmosphere was instantly swept away.

Harry was among them, he raised his arms high, his face flushed with excitement.

...

After lunch, the game was about to start.

As students arrived at the Quidditch field one after another, the stands became more and more lively.

In the team locker room, Harris said those morale-boosting words as usual.

"Captain, you have said these words eight hundred times, let's stay quiet for a while."

Goalkeeper Ferro peeked out the door, took a deep breath and said: "The stands are full of people who support us. I feel more nervous than in last year's final. What if I don't perform well...

Wait, who is that person...Oh my God, Dumbledore is here too!"

"Dumbledore?"

The locker room was quiet in an instant, and everyone rushed to the door to confirm.

"Great!"

After seeing the silver-white beard, Harris excitedly waved his arms and said, "If Dumbledore was watching the game, Snape would never dare to embarrass Kyle too much!"

The biggest problem that troubled him was solved at once... This made Harris feel relieved.

Soon, the door of the locker room was opened, and the players lined up to walk to the stadium.

"Look, the Hufflepuff players are entering the stadium!"

Lee Jordan's voice was heard in the stands.

"They are the most popular team, and their strength is no worse than Gryffindor. Ravenclaw, who defeated Slytherin in the last game, couldn't even get a point in front of them."

Lee Jordan's intention to instigate was too obvious to belittle two teams that supported Hufflepuff at once.

But his words were soon drowned out by a chorus of boos, and a large number of snack packages and multi-flavored beans were thrown at him like raindrops, mixed with a few pairs of shoes.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, sorry Professor McGonagall, I'm just telling the truth."

The boos around got louder.

Even Snape, the referee, glared at Lee Jordan fiercely, wondering if he should enjoy Kyle's treatment a little bit in the next potions class.

Lee Jordan felt a chill inexplicably, as if he was being stared at by something terrible.

Seeing that he had offended the public, he dared not bring his own opinions anymore, and began to comment in a proper manner.

"This commentary is really good at messing with people's mentality. It will be very ugly if we lose, and we will also become a stepping stone for Gryffindor."

On the court, Cedric whispered.

"It doesn't matter, just win."

Kyle smiled and said, "As long as we also give Gryffindor a zero, he won't say such things next time."

"Then I have to catch the Snitch as soon as possible."

Cedric also smiled.

Soon, the captains of both sides shook hands, Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the game began.

Kyle took the lead in grabbing the Quaffle with the advantage of the broom.

Harris followed him tacitly, and the two rushed to the Gryffindor goal post.

Angelina and Spinnet wanted to intercept, but their brooms could not catch up with the Nimbus 2000, so they could only follow far behind.

A Bludger that Fred hit was easily dodged by Kyle.

Kyle came to the scoring area and pretended to pass the ball to Harris on the left, then threw it back and threw it to the right goal post.

The cheers in the stands stopped, and everyone stared at the Quaffle nervously.

Only Lee Jordan was still explaining quickly:

"Kyle threw the ball... another fake move... Wood was able to... beautiful, Wood saw through his trick, the ball was blocked, and now the initiative is on Gryffindor's side!"