A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 473 The Battle of the Griffin

The next day, when the Ravenclaw team entered the auditorium, they were greeted with enthusiastic applause.

The Hufflepuff and Slytherin students were clapping and cheering for them.

The badgers, having been eliminated by Gryffindor, naturally hoped that the foolish lions would lose the final.

And Slytherin... they'd love for Gryffindor to die!

When they say this, the little snakes often have a slightly ferocious micro-expression, and some even grit their teeth and finally roar out the word "death"!

What deep-seated hatred must this be... Oh, it's Malfoy. Well, excuse me, please continue.

No wonder he was so angry; yesterday in Hogsmeade, he was attacked by Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, with mud.

In the end, it was all for naught!

Gryffindor ignored the mockery and once again conspicuously displayed two fire bolts, placing them in the most prominent position on the dining table.

Led by Wood, a group of Gryffindor players bowed and worshipped, making it look like a sacrificial ceremony.

Anne has disappeared somewhere, probably afraid of angering William.

The little girl had mixed feelings. She was a Gryffindor, and it wasn't right for her not to lend the Firebolt to Angelina.

Deep down, she didn't really want to borrow it. One reason was that she didn't like her brother losing, but more importantly... she hoped that after she joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, she could defeat her brother herself.

This must be the legendary younger sister!

After paying their respects to the broom, the little lions gathered in twos and threes.

Mecklagan from Gryffindor is loudly showing off to his roommate.

He claimed:

"It was my letter to Randolph Badmore, the owner of the Cosmos brand flying broomstick, that inspired him to create the Firebolt artwork."

Without me, there would be no fire bolts!

McClargan then announced on the spot that he would participate in the Quidditch selection for the next school year.

It seems that with him, Gryffindor will immediately become a national-level Quidditch team.

Tsk tsk... It's such a waste of talent that they don't participate in the World Cup.

Besides him, the other students were also boasting about how they knew how to use fire crossbows.

Ron is one of the best among them.

He would tell people about the unique sensation of sitting on a fire bolt, as long as someone was willing to listen.

When someone asked about the broom's carrying capacity, he readily described his experience riding the broom with Harry.

In his words, even if you do strenuous exercise on it, it is very stable.

Everyone is also keen to compare the strength of the two teams, presenting data and discussing records, as if everyone is a football expert!

To William's greatest surprise, he also saw Ludo.

Ludo was dressed in a flamboyant style, with a sky-blue eagle printed on his robe.

He squeezed through the crowd and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

"William, I specifically put aside my work on the Quidditch World Cup today to watch your game."

He laughed, "I'm your biggest fan!"

William raised his eyebrows.

He just abandoned his job at the World Cup to watch a school-level match instead of fulfilling his duties?

As expected of you, Ludo... so unreliable.

He glanced around, moved closer to William, and lowered his voice:

"Watching the game is secondary; I also brought two ball chasers... members of the England national team..."

"We can't let them show up now; they're sports stars, and it would cause unnecessary commotion. They'll come to watch during the game."

If possible, use that technique today to let them observe closely.

Ludo revealed his true intentions. There was a reason for his enthusiasm.

After all, this is... a paid service.

"Don't they need to train?" William asked, puzzled. "The World Cup is only a few months away, isn't it?"

"It's good to relax appropriately."

Ludo squinted and lowered his voice, saying, "I'm telling you, but whatever you do, don't tell anyone else."

This year, the England national team has been invincible in training matches, with Ireland and Scotland being no match for them!

They've won seven consecutive training matches... England will definitely break their quarter-final curse this time and aim for the world championship!

Invincible in training matches?

Breaking through the top eight?

Aiming for the world championship?

Hmm... why do these words, when put together, give William a strange feeling that... England will suffer a crushing defeat?!

Ludo shook his pocket, and the gold coins jingled.

"The England national team is already thinking about the championship... Follow me, bet on the England national team this year, and you're guaranteed to make a fortune!"

Okay, let's just say it's all about optimism and overconfidence.

William watched Ludo leave with a smile in his eyes... He'll probably suffer a huge loss, won't he?

Hermione rested her chin on her hand, secretly staring at William's dark green eyes, lost in thought.

By the time he looked back, she had already blinked and was holding up a badge.

"Here you are, a gift I prepared all night!" she said cheerfully.

William looked down and examined it closely, discovering it was a badge.

The badge has sky-blue lettering:

Go William!

After a few seconds, the lettering on the badge disappeared and turned into two animals:

An eagle with outstretched wings and a swan are flying intertwined.

The girl carefully buttoned it up for him.

William ruffled Hermione's hair, then reached out and gently smoothed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

He stood up, a bright smile on his face.

Hermione, her ears burning red, stood up and waved.

William left the table, walked a dozen meters away, and then turned around. Sure enough, he saw her still standing there, waving, with her hands still on her hands, watching him leave.

William waved to Hermione before finally leaving.

All the Ravenclaw players, brooms in hand, followed him out of the Great Hall and headed towards the locker room.

William changed into a sky-blue robe and pinned the badge to the most conspicuous position.

They walked out of the locker room and onto the court, where a commotion erupted.

Three-quarters of the crowd wore blue tulips and waved sky-blue flags with eagles.

Slytherin even displayed a banner:

He was in a panic.

Anxious!

They panicked!

Gryffindor Quidditch Cat Team!

"The Gryffindor team is here!" Lee Jordan, the commentator, shouted hoarsely.

"Porter, Bell, Jason, Snippet, the Weasley brothers, and Wood."

Widely recognized as the best team at Hogwarts in the last thousand years… the Diamond Generation!

Li's comments were drowned out by a chorus of boos from the students.

How could he say such shameless things? Even Professor McGonagall blushed a little when she heard it.

"The Ravenclaws are here, and William is carrying a fire crossbow... but Gryffindor has two... In terms of numbers, Gryffindor has a slight advantage!"

The two teams stood facing each other.

Mrs. Hodge said cheerfully, "Get on the broom... listen to my whistle... three... two... one..."

Fourteen brooms soared into the air, and Huo Qi's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

Three brooms, straight across the crowd, stood out from the crowd.

They are William, Angelina, and Harry riding fire bolts.

All eyes were fixed on William, who was holding the Quaffle.

The classic battle between the griffins... has finally begun!

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