"It's the Snitch! He spit out the Snitch!"

Li, with an excited tone, announced the result of the game.

Harry looked away from his hands and looked towards the Ravenclaw auditorium.

He didn't see Marietta's rather dissatisfied expression, but only saw Qiu standing up and applauding next to her.

Whenever a boy has an extra girl in his heart, only the other girl will be left in his world.

Harry, who felt the kindness from her, couldn't describe his true feelings at this moment.

He didn't know that he was being hugged by the team members, or that he was being thrown high.

In his beautiful eyes, there was only Qiu smiling gently at him.

"Why is Potter always looking at you?" Marietta said and covered her big mouth in surprise.

Qiu turned around calmly, "You should be thanking me, right?"

"That's right. After all, without your prompting, he probably wouldn't be able to catch the Golden Snitch."

Neither of them thought about it deeper.

Only a few discerning people in the audience could see it.

When Vincent, who had a girlfriend in his previous life, threw Harry up, he couldn't help but lament the customs in Europe and the United States.

If he had dared to think this way back then, it would have been easy for him to get beaten up by a mixed doubles team.

"330:0!" Wood caught Harry with both hands and hugged him with all his strength.

"We let Slytherin eat duck eggs, which is the best result the team has had in decades!"

Harry struggled hard and was strangled very painfully.

"Vincent, you've also been-"

"Sorry, I have something important to do."

Faced with such a unique celebration, Vincent directly rubbed oil on his soles.

"Oh, Harry!" Wood hugged him tighter.

As a man who married himself into Quidditch, he was now more excited than winning the Daily Prophet Grand Prize.

"Angelina, Katie!"

The two girls hid directly.

"Hey, we actually-"

"what do you want to say?"

Fred and George, who were strangled, swallowed their words.

Mag in the stands saw this scene and secretly wiped the reddish corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

Li went down after the game, and apart from Dumbledore, the only one who could see her like this was Vincent, who had just walked up.

"Professor, we won."

Mag turned around tremblingly.

"Yes, we gave Slytherin a miserable defeat."

"Absolutely!" Vincent walked forward with a smile, "Professor, I will greet them well in the remaining six years."

"Quidditch only." She said solemnly, then chuckled.

In fact, not all Slytherin students are like Draco.

McGonagall knew it, and so did Vincent.

"Aren't you going to enjoy the joy of victory?"

"Professor, I have a mild mysophobia and can't accept their enthusiasm."

The little lions below all gathered together and threw the six team members high into the air.

"A qualified leader needs to do the right thing at the right time."

"Okay." Vincent pouted, rode the rogue rabbit and flew towards Gryffindor Tower.

Not long after he returned to his dormitory, he returned to the playing field holding a small backpack.

He came to Dumbledore who stood up and wanted to leave, "Professor, I need your help."

The small bottles of various colors in the backpack made Dumbledore subconsciously curl up his lips.

Vincent, who flew high into the sky, used smoke of various colors to pull out letters fixed by magic.

“We re Invincible!

We are Gryffindor!"

Hermione looked up at these two lines of beautiful seven-color squiggles.

The students who looked at her similarly didn't expect Vincent to do such a thing.

"As expected of Wayne!" Wood's little dissatisfaction just now has completely disappeared.

The whole school was having a party, but Slytherin was the only one who was gloomy.

But Snape didn't look grim, he just said "silly little lion" and got up and left.

…

…

The Gryffindor common room is very lively at night.

Led by Wood and Percy, the little lions held a party here.

As soon as Cedric and Rove "passed by" appeared, they were pulled over by the twins to play cards.

"This party is fully sponsored by the Court of Owls. Everyone must support the upcoming release of Gwent~"

Li Gao held up a magic microphone and would broadcast advertisements every ten minutes.

As a propaganda committee member, how can we not have subordinates?

"Sed, when did you change your deck, you idiot?"

George's mentality exploded when Cedric's sniffer card was stolen.

"Little George, I have seen through you."

Cedric said in broken Chinese, "Tian Ji horse racing, this is the essence of Gwent."

Vincent, who was drinking tea next to him, almost squirted.

Even if the pronunciation is not standard, the accent and tone still sound ridiculous.

"Sed, when did you learn Chinese?"

"I speak many foreign languages." Cedric cleared his throat.

"Salanghey~

Savadika~

Too busy?

Feed Te?

Bagaya Road!

Sukabule!”

The first four are pretty normal, but the last two sentences about George are a big problem.

"Are you scolding me?"

"No, I was praising you for being smart." Cedric's smile was very friendly.

Ordinary people couldn't tell the little badger's bad intentions, but Rolf's mean expression betrayed him.

"Gan! You are indeed scolding me!"

George overturned the card table and strode to catch up with Cedric, who was jumping up and down.

"They're hopeless." Hermione walked towards the entrance and led Autumn's Marietta in.

At a Gryffindor party, the more people, the better.

Apart from the two of them, the eaglets also have the fifth-grade prefect Penelo Crevat.

"Hey, Percy." She sat next to him naturally, "I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no." Percy glared at Fred, who was winking across from him.

"Oh, our good brother is in love~"

Penello looked very generous, "I haven't agreed yet."
To be continued...