Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 351 Quidditch

"Well, you'd better go back to the castle as soon as possible. I still need to check the venue." Hera said to Luna, and continued to walk forward. He hadn't finished checking the venue yet. Luna had better leave here. He might not be able to take good care of her.

"Okay." Luna said simply, "Do you need my help?"

"I'm afraid I can handle it all myself."

"Oh no," said Hera, "no need, I think you'd better go back to the castle and have some pudding."

"Oh, okay." Luna said and walked away, and he watched her leave, feeling a little relieved.

In almost a short time, Hera finished inspecting the stadium. There were no traps here. It can even be said that there were hardly any other suspicious traces except for the footprints of Hera and the team members.

After returning to the castle, Hera asked Cowper to bring a pot of hot cocoa. He needed to warm up. The cold wind outside made his head ache.

"It's almost time, right?" Hera said to Professor Flitwick beside him. The auditorium was crowded with students, their voices were louder than usual, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic.Almost all the students are celebrating the upcoming Quidditch match.

The Slytherin students even everyone wore a crown-shaped silver badge over the silver and green scarf and hat, but Hera didn't see it clearly, and once he tried to focus on the badge, the Slytherin students would always dodge, as if they were afraid of Hera's eyes.

"I think we can go to the stadium." Professor Flitwick looked up at the position of the sun and said happily.

Hera smiled and said, "I guess Minerva couldn't wait long ago?"

"We all know that she did a lot to rebuild the Quidditch team." Professor Flitwick winked at Professor McGonagall.

"Maybe today will be a good day for Quidditch." Professor McGonagall said flatly. She tried her best to appear calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her.

Hera raised his eyebrows, stood up, and said, "I hope the two student teams today can bring us a wonderful match. I haven't seen a Quidditch match for a long time."

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time." Professor McGonagall hugged her shoulders, raised the corners of her mouth, her voice was not loud, but both Hera and Flitwick could hear her uncontrollable excitement.

Flitwick patted Hera's calf, "As I said earlier, she is the most loyal fan in the castle."

"You are right."

They passed quickly through the hall, down the stone steps, and out into the cold air.The frosty grass crunched underfoot as they hurried down the slope to the stadium.There was no wind and the sky was an even pearly white, which meant good visibility but no glare from the sun, definitely a good day for a Quidditch match.

I hope the two teams of student teams can bring a hearty game.

Hera followed the professors to the stands, and the students also flocked to the court. They were almost bouncing around on the grass, even the senior students were no exception. They had been suppressed for too long. From the beginning to the present, almost nothing went well.

"We're not just here to watch the game, right?" Professor McGonagall hugged his shoulders and said with a tense face.

Flitwick and Hera nodded and said in unison: "Of course."

"Always be vigilant." Professor McGonagall had her arms in her pockets in a slightly odd position, and she was obviously holding her wand tightly, and she had to keep her arms tensed to keep the wand tip from poking into her pockets—because they were sitting on the stand.

"How are the children getting ready? I hear Weasley's not doing well." Hera asked in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall shook his head in pain, "That kid is not very good, whether it is technology or mentality, he is not qualified, but - we have no other candidates, Wood graduated."

"Maybe we should give him a chance." Hera said angrily, "By the way, I checked it earlier, I think we can save a lot of effort."

"Wow, you are really competent, Hera." Professor McGonagall said in surprise, the brilliance in his eyes couldn't stop shooting at Hera, "I have to say, you impress me more and more, even though we can meet almost every day, I always find that you are improving much faster than I imagined."

"You are really flattering me. I just did what I should do." Hera said modestly. Soon, the Gryffindor team came on the stage. Under the blinding sun, they received a thunderous welcome.

Hera and Professor McGonagall focused almost all their attention on Harry in the stadium, while Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout paid attention to the movement in the stands. As for Professor Snape
No one could command him, so he was squinting his eyes and staring at the sky in a daze, probably thinking about what kind of potion he would make when he returned to the underground classroom.

As Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle and flew into the air, the game officially began. The players of the two teams rose into the air and started the game.

"Johnson, Johnson got the Quaffle, what a girl, I've been saying it for years and she still won't date me—"

"Jordan!" cried Professor McGonagall.

"Just kidding, professor, a bit of spice - she dodged Warrington, dodged Montague, she - ouch - she got hit by a Bludger coming from behind, Crabbe called... Montague caught the Quaffle, Montague dribbled back - George Weasley hit a nice Bludger that went right over Montague's head, he dropped the Quaffle, got picked up by Katie Bell, Gryffindor's Katie Bell passed back to Alicia Spinnet, Spinnet right now—"

Lee Jordan's commentary echoed in the field, and Hera covered her mouth and laughed aside. Since Jordan's third grade, he has served as a Quidditch commentator. Of course, he always brings his own personal goods during the commentary interval, which annoys Professor McGonagall.But Hogwarts couldn't find a second more suitable candidate than him.

In fact, next year, Professor McGonagall will have to face a new problem—she must find a qualified commentator, otherwise the game's enjoyment will be greatly reduced.

"Dodged Warrington, dodged a Bludger - good hang, Arya - the audience loved that, listen to the sound, what are they singing about?"

At this moment, Hera heard a singing sound, which seemed to come from the direction of Slytherin. He turned his head and looked, and there was a loud singing voice on the silver and green sea of ​​Slytherins:

That little Weasley fool,

He can't block a ball,

Weasley is our king.

It has to be said that Slytherin's singing voice was extremely mocking. If their purpose was to mess with Ron's mentality, then they obviously succeeded. Ron is just hanging in mid-air in a daze.

"It looks like the Gryffindor team is in danger." Hera said, looking up at Ron's red-robed figure.

Professor McGonagall's face was tight, and she pursed her lips vigorously, "This is what they must learn to face, and they must become strong."

"He's just a normal guy who just happens to be in that position."

"The important thing is that he is already in that position." Professor McGonagall turned to Hera and said seriously.

Hera exhaled, closed her eyes and nodded.When he opened his eyes again, the Slytherins had already scored on the field, and they passed through Ron's defense-with almost no effort, they scored [-] points directly.

This made the Slytherin people sing louder. Hera could only sympathize with Ron a little bit. There was almost no need to watch this game. Ron had already become a breakthrough point for Slytherin. They wantonly threw the ball into the goal Ron was defending and kept scoring.

But, Harry took the Snitch first, and Draco still didn't beat Harry, as in the past few years - Draco almost never beat Harry.

Now, everyone didn't care how many points Ron lost, it didn't matter anymore, the important thing was that Harry caught the Snitch.

"Oh, he's really good," said Professor McGonagall proudly. "He's always been so good, just like his father."

Suddenly, Hera saw a somewhat familiar figure on the edge of the field. He hadn't seen him for 4 months.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm afraid I have to go out for a while. You saw that Hagrid is back." Hera said quickly. Of course, he hadn't forgotten the main task now.

"no problem."

Professor McGonagall commanded the order and led the students back to the castle, while Hera turned to Hagrid's cabin. The vegetable field in front of it had long been deserted.But a small square of golden light was already lit in the cabin, and green smoke curled up from the chimney. Hera quickened her pace, walked to the wooden door through the snow, raised her hand and clacked three times, and a dog barked wildly inside.

"Hagrid, you really know how to choose a date." Hera said happily. "Today is the day for the Quidditch match. I think you have seen it."

"Of course," said a gruff voice, as the cabin door was pushed open, "Just got back in three seconds and get out of the way, Fangs. Get out of the way, you sleepy bastard."

"Oh! Hagrid, what did you do?" Hera asked in amazement, because it could easily see the injuries on Hagrid's body. His hair was messy, covered with blood clots, his left eye was swollen and bruised, and his face and hands were covered with bruises, some of which were still bleeding. He moved carefully, but Hera suspected that his ribs might be broken.

Hagrid had obviously just arrived home, a thick black traveling cloak was draped over the back of a chair, and a large rucksack big enough for several children was leaning against the wall.Hagrid, who was twice as tall and three times as wide as a normal man, limped to the fire and set a copper kettle on the fire.

"There was an accident." Hagrid gasped and said reluctantly.

Hera hurriedly got up to get the copper kettle, "Drink some tea, your rib is broken? Do you need me to treat it for you?"

"They're still fine, just a little bit hurt." Hagrid forced a smile, but frowned in pain. "Ah, it's good to see you. You're doing well at Hogwarts, aren't you? There's Dumbledore here!"

"Obviously not so smooth, but it is undoubtedly much smoother than yours." Hera poured a cup of hot tea for Hagrid. "Tell me, what happened? How did you get into this state?"

"Well, it took us a lot of work to escape the tracking of the Ministry of Magic." Hagrid walked to the huge wooden table in the middle of the cabin, and took off a tea towel on the table. Underneath was a piece of raw, bloody green meat, slightly larger than an ordinary car tire.

"Dragon meat."

"Yes." Hagrid picked up the dragon meat and applied it to his left cheek. Green blood dripped onto his beard, and he snorted in satisfaction.

"It has an analgesic effect."

"Yes."

"So can you tell me what happened now? By the way, didn't Madame Maxime go with you to find the giant? Where is she?"

"Of course she went back to Beauxbatons, the headmaster can't stay out of school forever." Hagrid gasped and muttered.

Hera nodded, and quickly asked again: "How is the situation on the giant side?"

"Too bad, they seem to have reached an agreement with the Death Eaters. We had a chance, but unfortunately some accidents happened." Helgen sighed, very frustrated. He grabbed the dragon meat before it slipped onto the belt and applied it to his face again. "Our new giant, Gogo, died. We thought everything would go well."

"Giants are cruel by nature. It's hard for me to disagree." Hera frowned. "If I'm not wrong, it's because the giant Gugo's position angered the other giants. They killed each other. In the end, a giant with the completely opposite position took Gugo's position. He hates wizards very much."

"As wise as ever, I even thought at one point that Dumbledore had told you all the news, but you were wrong. He didn't reject all wizards—only us." Hagrid said, shaking his disheveled head. "Death Eaters, I saw Death Eaters."

"What bad news." Hera sighed, Voldemort was gathering his henchmen, and at this rate, it wouldn't take long for him to regain his former glory. (It is Tom's duty to recast Dark Glory.)
"It's not without good news. I brought back a little guy." Hagrid squeezed out a smile, which made his brows wrinkle in pain. "In the Forbidden Forest, I will show you when I have a chance."

Hera chatted with Hagrid for a while, and he helped Hagrid put the dragon meat on his face, even though the green blood dripped all over his beard.

dong dong dong~!

There was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Hera asked, and quickly laughed at herself: "Harry and the others?"

"I thought so too." Hagrid stood up and went to open the door for them. "It's nice to meet you."

"Hiss! This guy with green blood on his face is—?"

(End of this chapter)