Popular Web NovelsChapter 586 Quidditch match after one yearChapter 586: The Quidditch match after a year
Umbridge is unconscious, the dark wizard is hiding in the dark, and the news of Voldemort's return seems true or false...
These are all It did not affect the little wizards' weekend at the Three Broomsticks. Most of them ordered butterbeer. Occasionally, a few naughty students were able to trick Ms. Rosmerta into drinking a few glasses of real wine, which made their cheeks swell. Hong, lying on the table in a daze.
The other guests in the tavern smiled and guessed which house these bold and greedy little guys belonged to. Most of them thought Gryffindor, and some guessed it was Hufflepuff.
Loren and the others ordered a few pints of butterbeer, some juice sodas, and took some French fries and fried chicken nuggets from the bar. The food at Three Broomsticks was somewhat similar to what was cooked in the Hogwarts kitchen. It's different. The taste and aroma are more intense and rough, less refined. When dipped in tomato sauce and salt and pepper, it tastes different.
Harry and Ginny ate in a reserved and polite manner. They were careful when chewing food, closing their lips tightly to avoid exposing their gums. When drinking butterbeer, they always paid attention to whether there was a ring of butter foam on their lips. Loren and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
After finishing half a glass of butterbeer, Ron arrived late.
"Did you see, there are many couples kissing under the mistletoe at the fork in the road!"
Ron sat carelessly next to Loren and Harry, then picked up a glass of wine and drank it. He poured the untouched butterbeer into his stomach. After taking a long breath, he wiped his mouth and vividly recounted what he had just seen:
"...Really, why do you have to be on the street?" Can't we go to Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse for kissing and dating? "
Harry and Ginny sat opposite each other, holding a glass of butterbeer, sipping silently with their heads raised.
Loren pursed his lips and smiled, threw a French fries into his mouth, and chewed them crunchily: "By the way, I met Justin when I came here, and they asked about the Defense Association tomorrow night. Will the event still be held as usual?"
Harry nodded slightly: "It will be held as usual. Principal Dumbledore has provided a batch of books and equipment, which are just in use."
"I don't know. How many more people will come this time?"
"How have you been feeling recently? Has that person entered your head again?"
"I feel pretty good."
"..."
Without the professor, Defense Against the Dark Arts has completely become a self-study class. It was noisy and no one cared about anything.
Only the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to take the exam can occasionally meet the four deans and professors who are free to come and teach some basic knowledge about defense against black magic.
As the new school year gradually gets on track, club activities in various subjects have been re-opened, and professors are also busy. Professor McGonagall is busy with Animagus teaching classes, and Professor Flitwick is busy with basic spell exercises. As well as advanced spells research, Snape's Potions Club is also preparing to restart. Only Professor Sprout is a little more leisurely and spends all day in the greenhouse.
At seven o'clock on Sunday evening, Harry stood in the center of the auditorium, looking at the students practicing seriously below, and sighed silently in his heart.
The Defense Association has held two events. As the novelty wore off, not many people came to the event on Sunday night.
Fortunately, the remaining people were very serious. Colin Creevey quickly mastered the disarming spell after his camera was temporarily confiscated.
The Patil sisters exchanged the skills they learned in the Charms Club with the members, and used the shattering spell to turn a table full of speculums into dust. Ginny's eyes sparkled and it was a bit scary.
The performance of the lower grades is worse. For example, Colin's younger brother Dennis Creevey drags his spells and recites spells in a mess. Most of the first and second graders cannot disarm their opponents' weapons at all. The red light of the spell can only make the opponent's wrist flick twice.
We can only teach these people from the basics, Harry thought to himself.
It's a pity that Loren didn't come because he didn't see the joke, so he couldn't catch his young man.
...
In the blink of an eye, it's Friday again.
The last class in the afternoon is the Charms class.
The excitement of the little wizards is clearly written on their faces. Professor Flitwick has been prepared for this. The last class of the weekend is coming, or the teaching effect is excellent, the students' minds are highly active, they answer what they ask, and draw inferences. His thinking is wild and unconstrained, and he often has surprising ideas; or his teaching effect is extremely poor, and his classmates are keen to pick up conversations, and often the topic will fly into the sky without paying attention, and nothing he says can bring them back.
Today it is obviously the latter.
The content of the course is to practice the Silent Spell, and Professor Flitwick has prepared a large number of living teaching aids.
The classroom was full of croaking frogs and squawking crows. The downpour outside was pounding on the windows. The noisy environment made the little wizards even more excited, and the whispering voices completely drowned out the children. The sound of Professor Liwei's lecture made it unclear whether the noise in the classroom came from crows and frogs, or from these naughty students.
Loren lay on the table and looked at each other with a dark crow. He tilted his head, and the crow also tilted its head. He rubbed his chin with one hand, and the crow scratched the neck with its claws. Feather, this made him feel a little confused for a moment.
"Call twice?"
"Quack...quack..."
"Shut up?"
The crow closed its beak obediently and rolled its black eyes. Looking at him, he is well-behaved and sensible.
"..."
Professor Flitwick's teaching aids didn't seem to suit him very well.
Loren raised his head and glanced at Professor Flitwick who was standing on the stool. He blushed and asked the students in the front row to keep quiet. He looked like he wanted to take out his wand and cast a Silent Spell on the students.
Loren reached out and touched the crow's shiny head. He simply stopped worrying about the Silent Curse and lay on the table to make the bird listen to the rain.
"Silent and silent...silent and silent..."
"Quack."
Harry in the back row was staring at a frog with big eyes and small eyes. The frog was trying very hard, but Harry's eyes were obviously much bigger.
"Silent!"
"Quack!"
Hermione turned her head and glanced, and couldn't help but whispered: "Harry, you are going to The frog was crushed to death."
Harry looked down and saw that the frog's eyes were bulging from his grip. He quickly put it on the table: "Sorry, I was worried about Quidditch tonight. Strange training thing."
"Quack! Quack!"
The frog lay on the table with its belly bulging and cursed loudly. Although Loren couldn't understand frog language, he could hear that it was swearing very dirty words.
"[Silent]" Harry pointed with his wand hurriedly, casting the spell quickly and accurately this time.
The frog's belly deflated, and it tried to curse twice more. When it found that there was no sound, it could only look at him reproachfully. The ugly crow next to it made a mocking cry, and the two teaching aids There was a quick scuffle, and several people around were stunned.
Loren separated a frog and a bird, and after each playing fifty boards, he lifted the frog's silent spell and asked them to go to the side to apologize to each other and have a friendly exchange. "Quack!"
"Quack!"
"..."
As long as there is no fight.
Loren clapped his hands and did not intervene again. He turned around and asked, "Isn't it raining heavily today? Why are we still training?"
Ron sighed feebly: "Just like Dumbledore once said, power will change people. After Angelina took over the team, she became like Wood before, saying that no one can guarantee that the weather will be sunny during the game. So we have to train even if it rains..."
"Angelina has changed. She has forgotten the days when she cursed Captain Wood with us." Harry looked sideways at the rain outside the window with a melancholy expression.
"Don't worry, Harry..." Ron patted his shoulder and solemnly promised, "When I become captain, I will not let you train in a rainstorm, I promise."
"But Angelina is the captain now."
"Didn't George and Fred develop a new class skipping candy? Find them..." Loren picked up a mealworm. He fed it to the crow, stroked its feathers, and said, "You can also earn some pocket money by helping test the medicine."
"Angelina has seen all the safe and harmless truant candies, but the new truant candies are not yet stable."
Hermione's eyelids twitched: "It sounds like you have already looked for them."< br>
"Yes, during the last training, George and Fred tried the latest fever medicine on their own. Their body temperature did not rise much, but they had several pustules on their bodies. It has been a week and they still haven't gone away. "
"Don't you see any pustules on their bodies?"
"They are in areas that are not usually exposed to the public."
"..."
The heavy rain shows no sign of abating. The sky is gray and heavy, thunder bursts, the wind becomes more and more fierce, and the crackling sound of rain hitting the lake surface can be heard from far away.
At seven o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Harry and Ron put several layers of waterproof and moisture-proof charms on their bodies, and resolutely got into the pouring rain...
Two hours later, Ann Gilina led the drowned players back to the common room, trying not to look at their resentful looks, pretending not to hear their complaints, and insisting that this training was not a waste of time, although there was no confidence in her tone.
Fred and George looked particularly angry. They both turned into bow-legs and grinned with every step they took.
Loren heard them complaining quietly.
"Some of mine may be broken." Fred said in a dull voice.
"I don't have mine yet." George squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "It's swollen terribly...it seems to be bigger again..."
Several first and second grade wizards nearby exchanged words with each other. After taking a look, it seemed that his original desire to join the Quidditch team was no longer so determined.
Loren shook his head and smiled, unfolded the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and turned to the next page.
He understood Angelina's sense of urgency. Last year was the year of the Quidditch World Cup, and the young wizards were full of expectations for Quidditch. However, because of the Goblet of Fire, there was no Quidditch match at Hogwarts for the whole year. Everyone was waiting. After watching this game for a whole year, the interest and enthusiasm accumulated are unimaginable.
From the fact that Professor McGonagall exempted the Quidditch players from their Transfiguration homework, we can see how eager she is to win.
According to Harry and Ron, she said this when giving private lectures to the players: "...I'm used to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, and I really don't want to give it to Si Professor Snape..."
Professor Snape seems calm on the surface and is busy with other matters. However, he still shows some bias. He always actively borrows the stadium for the Slytherin team, and the other three The director is always one step behind him, making it difficult for the team to find a venue for training.
As the game approaches, the atmosphere between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes increasingly anxious.
The storm lasted for most of the month, and on the last day of October, the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team had a conflict in the corridor. When Alia Spinnet was admitted to the campus hospital, her eyebrows were so long that they covered her eyes and mouth.
During the mediation afterwards, Professor McGonagall proposed that those involved must be placed in solitary confinement. In order not to delay the team's training, Snape insisted that the accident occurred when she used the Hair Growth Curse.
Looking at his calm expression and listening to his firm words, Dumbledore almost believed it if he ignored the students' testimony.
Fourteen witnesses present jointly stated that they saw Slytherin goalkeeper Miles Blige cast a spell on her from behind in the library.
The evidence was conclusive. Snape became angry and walked away. Miles Blige was notified of criticism. However, considering that the game was approaching, the penalty of confinement was postponed to the offseason.
October ended with Gryffindor teasing Slytherin.
November is here.
The temperature seemed to drop suddenly on a sleepy night. When I woke up the next morning, the sky and the dome of the auditorium turned into a light blue-gray, with a heavy chill. Hogwart The mountains around Ci are wearing little white hats. The stone on the outer wall of the castle was covered with a layer of hard frost, as cold as frozen iron, and the cold wind howled mercilessly, cutting the students' exposed hands and cheeks.
During recess, few of the little wizards went to the courtyard. They were all walking around in the corridors. Many of them were wearing thick dragon skin gloves.
The day of the competition was a rare good weather. The sky was uniform pearl white, cold and clear, the sun was bright but not dazzling, there was almost no wind, and the visibility was very good.
When Loren and Hermione walked into the auditorium of the stadium, people around them were chattering about the game. The voices were louder than in the room. The enthusiasm that had been brewing for a long time blossomed at this moment. The atmosphere was warm enough to dispel the cold wind around them. .
In addition to silver and green scarves and hats, everyone in Slytherin wears a crown-shaped silver badge on their chest, with a strange sentence written on it:
Wei Sly is our king.
Luna got a lion's head hat from somewhere. It was the kind that moved and roared. It was as big as a real lion. When it roared, her whole body was shaken, but when she heard the surroundings " "Do it again" she shouted excitedly, smiling brightly.
Rolf smiled helplessly at the two of them, holding Luna's shoulders tightly with both hands to prevent her from falling off the seat.
"Both captains shake hands!"
Both teams have changed their captains. Slytherin's new captain, Montague, is a tall man with thick forearms like hairy hams. When shaking hands, his muscles are bulging. He stood up with a ferocious expression that made people worry that Angelina's fingers would be broken by him.
"Get on the broomstick... let the game begin!"
Mrs. Huo Qi put the whistle into her mouth and blew hard, and the fourteen players soared into the air.
A loud song rose from the Slytherin stand area: "Weasley is that little fool, he can't block a ball... Weasley was born in a trash can, he always throws the ball to Put it in the door...Weasley guarantees that I win this game, Weasley is our king..."
Now Loren knew why they were wearing that weird badge. Looking at the stiff-faced, gray-faced goalkeeper in front of the scoring ring, he shook his head and sighed:
"Who came up with this idea? It's really cool." If you make this person anxious, Voldemort will call you..."
(End of this chapter)
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