The description of the Harry Potter Quidditch game is about 250 words (any one will do).

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets On Saturday morning, Harry woke up early. He lay in bed and thought for a while about the upcoming Quidditch game. He was a little nervous, mainly because he thought about what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost. We have to face a team sitting on the fastest broom that gold can buy. He has never been so eager to defeat Slytherin. After lying there for half an hour, he finally got up, got dressed and sat down for breakfast. There, he found other Gryffindor players gathered at a long empty table. Everyone looks nervous and seldom talks. 1 1 o'clock ends, and everyone starts to leave for Quidditch Stadium. The weather is sultry and thunders from time to time. When Harry entered the dressing room, Hermione and Roth rushed to wish him luck. The players put on scarlet Gryffindor uniforms, and then sat down to listen to Wood's usual encouraging speech before the game. "Slytherin's broom is better than ours." He began to say, "There is no doubt about it. But we have better players. We train harder than them, and we fly in all kinds of weather-""Exactly! " George muttered, "I haven't really done anything on me since August. We will make them regret the moment they smile. Malfoy, just bought him into Slytherin. "Wood turned thoughtfully to Harry." It's up to you, Harry. Let them see that the searcher must have something else, not just a rich father. Get Snys' ball before Malfoy, Harry, because we are going to win today, and we are ready to win. ""Don't be too nervous, Harry. " Fred said, winking at him. When they came out to play, thunderous sounds rang, mainly blowing. Because Wei Tam and Hefbaff's men were anxious to see Slytherin defeated. But Slytherin people also made some groans and boos in the crowd. Mrs Hawke, Quidditch's teacher, asked Slings to shake hands with Wood. They looked at each other menacingly and deliberately squeezed their hands meaningfully. "Listen to my whistle," Mrs. Hu Shi. "Three Harry flies higher than anyone else. He squinted because he stole the ball. "Little fool, is everything all right up there?" Malfoy let out a cry and flew under him as if to show off the speed of his broom. Harry didn't answer. Just then, a black and heavy Bruzzo ball hit him. He's hiding dangerously. He thinks it messed up his hair when it passed by. "Come closer, Harry." George said that he had a stick in his hand and was going to return the Bruzzo ball to Slytherin. Harry saw George give Bruzzo a powerful blow in the direction of the enemy team, but the blue ball changed direction in the air and flew towards Harry. Harry quickly sank down to avoid it. George tried to hit Malfoy hard. Bruzzo's ball bounced back like a boomerang again and hit Harry's head. Harry suddenly accelerated and ran to the other side of the field. He heard the blue ball whistling behind him. What's going on here? Bruzzo has never been so infatuated with a player. Their task is to make as many people as possible fall. Hey, Fred is waiting for the Bruzzo ball on the other side. When Fred gave Bruzzo a heavy blow, Harry quickly lowered his head. Bruzzo was shot dead on the spot. "it's over!" Fred shouted excitedly, but he was wrong. Harry attracts the Bruzzo ball like a magnet, and it follows him. Harry had to fly away at full speed. It began to rain. Harry felt the heavy rain hit his face and blurred his glasses. He knew nothing about anything else in the game until he heard the commentator Li. Jordan said: "Slytherin College is temporarily in the lead, 60-0." Slytherin's Halo 200 1 Super Broom obviously helped them a lot, and at the same time, the crazy Bruzzo ball was trying its best to crush Harry. Fred and George fly on both sides of Harry. They were close to him, and he could see nothing but their swinging arms. He had no chance to look for Snick's ball. "Someone tampered with this-Bruzzo ball." Fred muttered, waving his racket with all his might, as if preparing to launch a new attack on Harry. "We must pause." George said, trying to make a gesture to Wood, while preventing the Bruzzo ball from breaking Harry's nose. "What's the matter?" Wood asked. Gryffindor people gathered together, while Slytherin people laughed in the crowd. "We are ashamed. Fred and George, where were you when the ball stopped? " "We stopped another Bruzzo ball from murdering Harry Oliver 20 feet above it," George said. "Someone changed it-it wouldn't let Harry go. It doesn't follow others all the time. Slytherin's people must have done something to him. " "But since our last training, Bruzzo's ball has been locked in Mrs. Hu Shi's office. Besides, they won't have a problem in the future ... "Wood said anxiously. Mrs Hawke came towards them. Over her shoulder, Harry could see Slytherin pointing derisively in his direction. "Listen to me," said Harry as she approached. "When you two are flying around me all the time, the only way I can catch Snicky's ball is unless it flies on my sleeve." Harry said, "Go back to the team and let me deal with this villain." "Don't be silly," said Fred. "It will break your head." Wood looked at Harry and then at Wesley. "Oliver, this is crazy." Alicia said angrily, "you can't let Harry handle that alone." We demand an investigation-""If we stop now, we will lose the game! " Harry said. "We can't lose to Slytherin because of a crazy Bruzzo ball! Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone. " Mrs Hawke joined them. "Are you ready for the game?" She asked wood. Wood looked at Harry firmly. "Well," he said, "Fred and George, you heard what Harry said-leave him alone and deal with the Bruzzo ball yourself." At this time, it rained even harder. Harry rushed up to Mrs Hawke's whistle. He heard the sound of Bruzzo ball moving quickly behind him. Harry climbed higher and higher. He somersaults in the air, flies, swings, twists and turns in the waves; Although he felt a little dizzy, he tried to keep his eyes open. Raindrops blurred his glasses. When he pounced again to avoid Bruzzo's ball, raindrops got into his nose. He could hear the laughter in the crowd; He knows he must look stupid, but that hateful and heavy Bruzzo ball won't make him change direction so soon. He began to fly around the edge of the stadium like a roller coaster, squinting at the finish line of Gryffindor through the silver rain curtain, and Yanina was trying to fly over Wood. A loud noise reached Harry's ears. He knew that the Bruzzo ball had just passed him again. He flipped to the left and flew in the opposite direction. "Practice ballet, Potter?" Malfoy shouted when Harry was forced to spin in the air to avoid Bruzzo's ball. When Harry stared at Malfoy in disgust, he saw it. The golden ball hovered a few inches above Malfoy's left ear-Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it. Harry hesitated at that moment. He didn't dare to speed up and rush to Malfoy in case he looked up and saw Snihs's ball. Ah! One second is still too long. Bruzzo finally hit him and broke his elbow. Harry felt his arm broken. His right arm hung feebly to one side. Bruzzo dashed after the ball for a second attack, this time aiming at his chest. Harry turned a corner and an idea was firmly imprinted on his unconscious mind: approaching Malfoy. Through rain, fog and pain, he dived into the flashing lights. He saw the sneering face below, and his pupils dilated with fear: Malfoy thought Harry was going to attack him. "Ah-"he gasped and accelerated to leave Harry. Harry reached out his other hand from the broom and grabbed it hard. He felt his fingers cling to the cold sphere. But now he only has two feet hooked on the broom: when he threw himself straight to the ground and tried to avoid fainting, the crowd screamed. With a deafening noise, he fell in the mud and rolled off the broom. His arm hung down at a strange angle. Pain overwhelmed him. He heard a mixture of whistling and shouting in the distance, and he stared at the ball tightly held in his hand. "Oh," he sighed, "we won." Then he passed out.