Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 60 No way, no way!

"Now entering the game is the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Loren's voice was full of passion, truly like that of a dedicated commentator.

On a raised platform beside the court, Loren and Lee Jordan sat next to Professor McGonagall.

The commentary was all under Professor McGonagall's close supervision, which is why Professor McGonagall readily agreed to Loren's request; he couldn't possibly cause any trouble.

"What you're seeing now is the youngest player ever to find the net—Harry Potter!"

Apart from Slytherin, students from all the other houses cheered and applauded Harry. The sound from the Gryffindor stands could be heard throughout the entire hall.

Harry's face turned red even in the cold weather.

"This guy next to me, the captain and goalkeeper of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood!"

Wood, a handsome and athletic young man, was very popular with some girls, and he received equally enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Loren introduced the Chaser Katie Bell, Angelina Jensen, and Aria Spinnet in turn.

"Finally, the batters: the Weasley twins, George and Fred!"

The two brothers rode brooms around the stadium in a coordinated manner, waving to the audience and blowing kisses as if they were big stars.

Professor McGonagall was very pleased with the newly added introduction; at least the atmosphere seemed much more lively.

After Loren introduced the Gryffindor team, it was Lee Jordan's turn to introduce the Slytherin team.

Jordan picked up the microphone in front of him and said calmly, "In front of them is the Slytherin team. Now, let's hand the time over to the referee, Mrs. Hodge."

What kind of introduction is this? The Slytherin players were so angry their noses were practically crooked.

They had originally planned to fly around the field during their introduction, but Lee Jordan glossed over it with just one sentence.

In the Slytherin audience, a group of wizards, led by Malfoy, shouted, "There's something fishy going on! Something fishy!"

The students from the other houses were amused by this contrast. Each Gryffindor student gave a serious introduction, but when it was Slytherin's turn, they only said half a sentence.

"This is hilarious!" Seamus laughed so hard he collapsed onto Hagrid, whose own stomach jiggled and whose beard swayed with laughter.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall, despite her advanced age, was somewhat hesitant to meet Snape's gaze in the faculty and staff section on the other side.

"This really wasn't my doing," Professor McGonagall thought, though she also found it amusing.

Mrs. Hodge blew her silver whistle, and fifteen flying brooms soared into the air.

"The Quaffle was immediately caught by Gryffindor's Angelina Jensen; she's an excellent chaser." Lee Jordan watched Angelina's retreating figure with fascination. "Look how agile she is, how charming her face is."

Professor McGonagall was engrossed in the game and didn't react much to the first part of the sentence, but upon hearing the second part, she turned around and yelled, "Jordan!"

Lee Jordan was quick to understand, "Sorry, Professor."

Loren continued his commentary, "Angelina dribbled past everyone, but was eventually cornered by the Slytherins. Are these despicable scum only capable of ganging up on the few?"

This sounded somewhat problematic, but not too serious. Professor McGonagall merely glared at Loren, signaling him to be careful with his words.

On the court, Angelina passed the ball through the wall of players.

"Beautiful! The ball is in Arya Spinnet's hands, and the Slytherin idiots can't even touch the ball's backside."

"Loren!"

Professor McGonagall reprimanded.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan spoke up as Loren was being reprimanded, "The ball went out of Arya's hands, oh no, Slytherin's captain Marcus Flint got the ball."

Loren continued, "He flew towards the scoring circle! No way, no way, he doesn't think he can score, does he?!"

There wasn't a single swear word or derogatory term in that sentence. But it was precisely this simple wording, combined with Loren's strange tone, that made it so infuriating.

Seamus and Ron, who were in the audience, lit up when they heard this. This was an interesting statement!

Upon hearing this, Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, inexplicably felt a surge of anger and, still quite a distance from the scoring ring, threw the ball straight out.

The objective was too obvious, and the trajectory was very predictable; goalkeeper Wood easily deflected the ball away. Wood felt he had defended the ball very easily.

"Gryffindor's Katie Bell has the ball now, and she's passed it to Angelina!" Lee Jordan announced. "Angelina is heading towards the Slytherin goal! She's flying up and down, ready to throw at any moment!"

"Slytherin's goalkeeper, Blitch, has a head that looks like a pumpkin. Can he predict the ball's trajectory?" Loren commented.

Goalkeeper Blake flew upwards.

"How could he fly upwards? Even a pumpkin-headed person could guess that Angelina wouldn't be throwing from above."

Blake flew downwards.

"Fly downwards now?"

"What a stupid decision. Even a troll could guard the gate better than him."

Upon hearing this, Blake's blood pressure spiked, and he became extremely agitated.

Angelina seized the opportunity and made her move.

Clang! Angelina scored!

A burst of enthusiastic cheers pierced the cold air.

Angelina celebrated with a fist bump with her teammates, who all had smiles on their faces. "Honestly, I feel like the offense has become a bit easier."

The Slytherin members glared at them menacingly.

"Gryffindor scores!"

"I've seen trolls! I said he's not as good as a troll, and he's not as good as a troll!" Loren's voice echoed across the stadium.

Simo found this sentence even funnier than before, "Hahahaha, Loren has indeed seen trolls."

Dean and he both laughed so hard they fell onto Hagrid's stomach.

"It's a conspiracy! It's a conspiracy!" Malfoy shouted.

Professor McGonagall was so caught up in the joy of scoring that she belatedly grabbed Loren and gave him a warning.

The match continued, and the Slytherin players became increasingly agitated, kicking the people on the brooms from time to time and deliberately swinging their bats at the Gryffindor players.

But these were all minor actions, taken from angles where Mrs. Fok couldn't see them, so there was no way to make a judgment.

Angelina was nearly knocked off the ground several times.

The cheers from the audience gradually quieted down, turning into gasps of surprise! Hermione frowned; Quidditch was indeed too barbaric.

"These scum, Slytherins are no different from savage trolls. Only trolls use clubs to beat people up."

Professor McGonagall kept her lips tightly pressed together and did not stop Loren upon hearing this.

"It's shameful that Slytherin scores so often through despicable means!" This was mainly Lee Jordan's commentary.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and both sides became heated.

Loren had only acted on a whim, suddenly wanting to be sarcastic and sarcastic in front of the whole school, giving them a little verbal shock.

Now he's afraid that if he continues to vent his anger, a large-scale brawl might break out on the field today.

The Slytherins became savage, and Harry nearly got hit by the Blink ball several times. Wood told him to step aside and come back in when he saw the Golden Snitch.

Just as he dodged another ball flying towards his head, the broom beneath him suddenly went out of control and began to tumble erratically.

Loren wasn't worried about Harry; Dumbledore was right there on the sidelines. Loren figured that even without Snape and Hermione, with Quirrell practically spitting out spells, Harry wouldn't get into any trouble.

Harry only calmed down after a fire broke out in the faculty and staff section, interrupting Quirrell's spell, and was able to catch the Golden Snitch and win the victory.

jubilant cheers echoed repeatedly among the Gryffindor students, and the players flew around Harry, celebrating their victory.

Seamus and Dean gathered a group of young wizards around the Slytherin students, repeating the same words over and over again.

"No way, no way, you guys don't actually think you can win, do you?"

This was learned from Loren. They discovered that such simple words, combined with a wonderful tone, were almost like a spell, capable of absorbing other people's good moods and transforming them into one's own.

The uglier the Slytherin students' faces, the happier they were, as if they had eaten some delicious food; this feeling of enjoyment was captivating.

The Gryffindor's expression of enjoyment, coupled with that remark, amplified the sarcasm, making the little snakes' faces even uglier. It was as if this created a positive feedback loop.

Loren had no idea that he was about to stir up a storm at Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)