Chapter 397: Stadium Attack

After spending most of the night, Harry finally persuaded Ron to face his inner heart and consider properly how to face Hermione, so that both of them could have an ending without regrets. Then, Harry had to start thinking about another equally imminent matter: the first Quidditch match to be held.

Regarding Harry and Ron's transition to Beaters, the vast majority of students expressed a lack of understanding. Although they expressed support with the slogan "believe first, then believe," Harry knew that if they really lost, I'm afraid the slogan in the future would become "question first, then question."

He spent two whole days formulating detailed tactics to ensure that every player could understand, and Harry himself also practiced Beater techniques hard—his physical foundation was not bad, and he easily reached a good level. It was just that, on Thursday night, when they dispersed one after another, and McLaggen looked at him with hesitation, wanting to speak but stopping, Harry remembered that there was one more thing he hadn't done: he still needed to invite Hermione to watch the game.

Harry changed out of his muddy robe, took a shower, and returned to the common room with the scent of soap all over his body, but he scanned around and didn't find Hermione. So Harry found a sofa and sat down, reading a book, until after nine o'clock, when he almost wanted to go back to sleep, Hermione came in with a stack of books.

"Ah, Hermione," Harry stood up subconsciously, "You came back so late."

"Yes, I just came back from the library." She looked like she was in an average mood, just greeted casually, and walked toward the girls' dormitory.

"Um, I have something to tell you," Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "I want to invite you to watch our Quidditch match, the one on Saturday."

Hermione put down the stack of books she was holding, smoothed her hair, and asked: "Did McLaggen ask you to help?"

"No." Harry knew that if he dared to say "yes," this matter would never be handled.

Hermione looked like she wasn't surprised at all; she said indifferently: "But you know I'm very busy now, and a Quidditch match is not something that must be watched."

"Yes, this is indeed a disturbance for you." Harry said hesitantly, "But your arrival can play an immeasurable encouraging role for the whole team; this is something I, as the team captain, want to ask you to help with. You also know that Quidditch is an equally important thing for me."

"For your sake, just treat it as mutual help between friends? This is also possible." Hermione looked into Harry's eyes and said, "But are you sure it's not for McLaggen? You know I have already started to dislike him."

"Of course not." Harry said decisively.

"Very interesting." Hermione's indifferent expression suddenly disappeared; she smiled, "I will come."

This was definitely good news, very, very good news. Harry returned to the dormitory in high spirits, and that night he dreamed of a hearty victory. Although he was a Seeker in the dream, Harry still thought this was a good omen. What made him feel even happier was that Davis of Ravenclaw told Harry that they temporarily canceled training and were willing to give the stadium to Harry, which meant Gryffindor could practice for one more night.

On Friday evening, Harry led the players to change their clothes one by one and walked into the stadium. At this time, he noticed that there were quite a few people in the auditorium—this might also be because he shouted loudly in the common room at noon to summon players, and many students curious about the team were naturally very happy to come and watch when they heard it.

"Very well, then let's consolidate the most secure scoring tactics today, and try to see if we can drill Edith in fast breaks... Cormac, are you listening?"

Facing Harry's questioning, McLaggen revealed a dazed look, "Oh yes, I was just looking at Hermione."

Harry cast his gaze toward the auditorium, but the first person he saw was the golden-haired Nicola, who was waving excitedly toward this side—Harry smiled and signaled to him, then found Hermione, who was bowing her head and reading, in the corner of the auditorium.

"That's why you have to perform well!" Harry said seriously, "Now we are ready to take off—"

In the next two hours, Harry felt that they had conducted the most effective training ever: McLaggen frequently made miraculous operations, which forced the Chasers and Beaters to conceive more tricky attacks. Harry believed that if they could play at this level in tomorrow's official match, then victory was already within reach.

"Amazing, brothers." When training ended, Harry said with a glowing face, "It seems everyone's state is great."

"Should we go to the auditorium and say hello to everyone?" McLaggen suggested.

Although Harry knew what he was up to, he still agreed as if he didn't know—after all, Hermione was sitting closest to the exit. If she didn't want to talk to McLaggen, she could leave directly.

Harry deliberately led the players toward the auditorium from another direction, to give Hermione enough reaction time. His eyes kept shifting between McLaggen and Ron, speculating on the thoughts of the two of them with a mentality of watching the fun.

But just at this moment, an untimely scream interrupted everyone's train of thought.

That Rider with bat-shaped eyes appeared at the edge of the stadium at some point, and was walking toward them.

Ron ran quickly to Harry's side, then took out his belt.

"Everyone leave first, run quickly!" Harry shouted, "Ginny, you help evacuate the audience!"

The team members didn't seem to understand the seriousness of the matter, but they chose to listen to Harry and began to guide the students in the auditorium to move out of the stadium.

As the irrelevant students began to retreat slowly, the bat monster also began to accelerate slowly. Immediately afterward, he leaned down and ran quickly with a very strange posture.

"FlamingUnsheathed!" Ron completed the transformation with the fastest hand speed, then raised his sword and greeted him.

The Gryffindor students who liked to watch the fun all at once became noisy. They slowed down their pace one after another, unable to stop looking back at the two who were fighting.

"Run quickly!" Harry waved his hands anxiously toward the crowd, "This is not fun to watch; it's dangerous here!"

"We'll go find the professor." The first-grade little fatty Quinn shouted loudly.

"Good, that's a big help!" Harry nodded at them.

Seeing the first-grade children running to move rescuers, the bat monster became anxious all at once. He pulled out that blue saber, forced Ron back after a few moves, and ran quickly toward the children.

"Impedimenta!" Harry released a spell trying to block him, but clearly, conventional spells had no effect on Rider armor. He easily crashed through Harry's Impediment Jinx, and his speed didn't even change.

"Stupefy!" "Expelliarmus!" "Full-force Repulso!"

The enthusiastic students watching the fun threw out various spells, but none of them had any effect, until Harry threw out a spell he rarely used.

"Sectumsempra!"

The invisible blade pulled out a string of sparks on the bat monster's armor. Although it didn't leave even a trace of a scratch, it also successfully made him pause. Ron finally caught up with him; he pounced on the bat monster from behind, hugging him and rolling away from the crowd.

Harry gasped, his heart still pounding. He found that Edith was still looking back, so he immediately shouted angrily: "Run quickly! Go find the professor! Don't watch the fun here!"

In fact, when Harry discovered that a spell could have even a tiny bit of effect, the situation was not that critical anymore. Although Ron looked completely at a disadvantage, with Harry's auxiliary support from time to time, he could catch his breath when in danger, so he could still barely hold on.

Just when Harry felt his magic power was about to run out, he saw Edith running toward here, and behind her was Professor McGonagall running wildly while holding her long dress.

"Piertotum Locomotor!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand fiercely, "Phew, don't you think Hogwarts has no way to deal with you!"

As her spell fell, the two stone gargoyles on the tower on the side came to life all at once. They dived and attacked the bat monster.

Yes, Professor McGonagall is a Transfiguration master, and Transfiguration is one of the few magic spells that can deal with the Rider system, Harry thought happily.

But he was happy too early. After forcing Ron back, the monster rolled and dodged the dive of the gargoyles, and then he pulled out a green pistol and smashed the gargoyles' heads with two bangs.

This time even Professor McGonagall was a bit lost. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, waved her wand, and the rubble returned to the head of the stone statue, condensed into a head again, and launched an attack on the monster again.

After dodging the gargoyle's slash again, the bat monster released a puff of red smoke and then disappeared.

Harry glanced at the professor's side. He couldn't help but want to loudly praise those four first-grade children—they not only found Professor McGonagall, but also brought Mr. Jinshang Xiangyi and Zhang Qiu. Perhaps this was the reason why the bat monster escaped.

"This is too dangerous, Potter." Professor McGonagall asked with concern, "No one is injured, right?"

Harry looked around; except for Ron being a bit exhausted, the others were all fine.

"That's not Night Rogue; it's a guy I don't know at all." Zhang Qiu said anxiously, "He must be much more dangerous than we imagined."

"We have to consider letting Aurors come to the school." McGonagall didn't understand her words, just said to herself, "Twice, malicious attack incidents, I have to talk to Severus properly."

"Aurors might not be able to play a role." Harry shook his head, "Ordinary magic has no effect on Kamen Riders."

"Aurors also purchased the Rider system." Snape didn't know when he arrived at the scene, "If you don't mind them delaying Mr. Weasley's heroics, I can invite one over." ===== CHAPTER 398 =====