The problem that had been troubling George and Fred was not a problem for Ivan, who was thinking about the odds that Muggles had come up with when they gambled.
"In fact, in addition to setting the odds for each match, you can set other odds, such as who catches the Golden Snitch, how many goals the winner has scored, or what the difference is between the two teams…"
Of course, Ivan was unsure how to play Quidditch, as he was only familiar with the rules.
"That's right, why didn't we think of that?" George said happily, patting his head.
"We can also get Wood to move you to the Chaser position to control the number of goals scored. That should be foolproof!"
Ivan rolled his eyes. 'Do you really think I'm a god? How many goals can I control?'
The opposing Keeper was not blind. No matter how accurate he was, he could be stopped.
However, it was clear that George and Fred had high hopes for him. After tidying up their secret base, they dragged Ivan to find Wood.
Ivan shook his head and said nothing, thinking that Wood would most likely disagree.
After all, Gryffindor had been training for this tactic for over a week, and it was unlikely that they would change tactics at the last minute.
To Ivan's surprise, Wood agreed after a moment's thought.
"That's not so bad. The Slytherins must think you're going to be a Beater, and they're going to train you accordingly, and catch them off guard," Wood said to Ivan's surprise.
"So we didn't practice our tactics for nothing?" Harry asked gloomily. He had been a target for too many times in the past few days.
"The previous training was certainly not wasted. We could have prepared two sets of tactics to deal with different situations…" Wood said confidently.
Ivan's marvellous batting skills are the best for scoring goals…
After all, Quidditch was not a competition where the team who won the most Quidditch won the trophy.
Instead, the team with the highest total points wins every Quidditch match!
This made every goal an important one, and catching the Snitch only ended the game and earned one-hundred and fifty points.
Ivan didn't really care whether he was a Beater or a Chaser, but he had his doubts.
"Doesn't Fred have to play if I play Chaser?" Ivan asked.
"What's wrong? You can't play, Fred?" Wood asked, turning to look at Fred.
"That's right. I haven't been feeling well lately, and I don't think I'll be able to play." Fred immediately put his hand over his stomach and pretended to be weak, while winking at Ivan to stop him from exposing him.
"I think Ivan and Alicia will do just fine," George chimed in, standing in front of Fred.
Fred took the opportunity to turn his back and do something sneaky. When he looked back again, his nose was bleeding.
"I think I'll have to go to Madam Pomfrey's for a few days to see if there's any hope for my health…" Fred tried to block his nostrils with two fingers, but blood was gushing out of his nose through the cracks.
Ivan's mouth twitched,
Wood was speechless when he saw this. He didn't know why Fred's nose was bleeding, but he was no fool, and he could see that something was wrong.
"Is this the effect of a Skiving Snackbox? It's funny!" Angelina giggled.
"How do you know about Skiving Snackboxes?" Fred was stunned, his nose bleeding.
"Weren't you the ones who handed out the flyers?" Angelina pulled a copy out of her pocket and waved it in front of him.
Fred turned to look at George in surprise, but George nodded sheepishly, indicating that he had been the one to hand out the leaflets.
Fred swallowed and looked at Wood's darkening face, thinking he was going to die…
Just as Wood was about to explode, Ivan intervened. "Captain Wood, Fred does have other things on his mind these days, and he won't be in the mood for training if you keep him."
"Captain, Angelina and I don't want to be replaced, so we'd better let Fred go," Alicia said helpfully.
The rest of the team also tried to help.
George and Fred were very popular on the Gryffindor team.
Wood, on the other hand, was so annoyed that he had to compromise and let Fred take over.
"As for you, get over here and train. Don't you know there are only a few weeks left until the first match?" Wood shouted at them.
…
Time flew by, and soon it was mid-October.
In addition to the necessary lessons and Quidditch training, Ivan spent the rest of his time in the library.
However, after going through a large amount of information and going through the entire Anthology of Ancient Runes, Ivan still could not find the meaning of the set of character keys.
"So what is all this?" Ivan muttered to himself with a headache as he tried to draw a simple character on his notebook during his Transfiguration class that afternoon.
Harry, who was sitting next to her, looked over curiously. When he saw the words Ivan had written in his notebook, he was stunned.
It seemed to come alive in his vision…
"Now, class dismissed!"
In the stands, Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, and Ivan crossed out the characters he had just written and gathered his books to leave.
"Hales, stay!" Professor McGonagall called out again.
Ivan was somewhat surprised, but stopped in his tracks when he thought Professor McGonagall might be asking him about his progress with the Animagus.
When the students had left, Ivan hurried forward.
Professor McGonagall looked very serious and spoke before Yvonne could.
"Hales, I heard the other day about this strange owl that caused quite a commotion in the Hufflepuff girls' dormitory, and even had a nice chat with a Ravenclaw girl…"
Ivan immediately felt guilty. He did not expect that the commotion he caused in his Animagus form would reach Professor McGonagall.
It couldn't be helped. Hufflepuff's lounge was too hard to get into.
Ivan had no choice but to resort to special means, in his Animagus form, to fool a young witch into carrying him into Hufflepuff's lounge.
Everything was going so well, but the Hufflepuff witch had an idea and kept him in a cage…