Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 37 The Tyrant Harry's Incorrect Way of Making Friends
"Cool!"

"Ron, are you really on the Quidditch team?"

As soon as they got back to the dining table, Harry and Neville hurried over. The twins and Wood had already spread the news, and almost the entire Gryffindor was chattering about it.

"Well, just a substitute for Fred and George."

Ron slumped down next to Harry and stuck a chunky steak onto his plate, now that he was growing up, he was starving.

"The Gryffindor team is now short of a Chaser, Charlie has graduated, and Wood is now distressed. According to him, last year's trials were a disaster. Pigs on brooms are better than those guys. Fly well."

“Just don't know this year”

"That's because there is no me!" A loud voice cut in forcefully.

"I said it a long time ago." A boy with slightly curly blond pushed aside a girl sitting opposite Ron, and stood opposite him and said loudly, "They didn't let me join in the first grade, it's Big mistake, Gryffindor would have won the House Cup last year if I had been there."

"But it's not too late now. I'm the Chaser. With my leadership, Gryffindor will win this year!"

This bold speech, this confident face, and this seemingly domineering movement, it seems that the person in front of him is not lying.

"Who are you?"

Ron raised his head and glanced at the boy who was about the same height as him, with a puzzled expression on his face, was he talking to him?
"Cormac McLaggen."

The boy raised his chin, as if waiting for Ron to shake his hand.

"Oh, are you the idiot who messed up in the trials last year, got a concussion from being hit by a Bludger, fell from the sky and fell into Professor Sprout's septic tank, had a good time, and then lay in the hospital for half a month? ?”

"Charlie and Fred George told me, thank you for not laughing them to death, thank you for your hard work."

Ron lowered his head and continued to deal with his steak. The chirping and giggling of the little wizard next to him made the guy who played as Long Aotian turn blue and turn pale.

"That's because those broomsticks are out of order! Otherwise, how could I have been hit? That thing doesn't work after it goes up to the sky. It's a murder!"

McLaggen spoke indignantly, and then loudly told the people next to him about his legendary experiences, such as flying over the English Channel on a broom at the age of three, crossing the Atlantic Ocean at the age of five, flying shoulder to shoulder with Muggles at the age of eight, and flying over the English Channel at the age of ten. Crashed the rocket, and then carried the satellite through the atmosphere.

The slobbering speech was full of passion, and the way he danced and danced was really bluffing. It’s a shame that this guy didn’t join the Red Bull Expendables, and so did the adults in his family. Wouldn’t it be nice to receive a death compensation and rebuild a trumpet? , I have to feed such a sinful thing.

"Look, Harry, can you expect Gryffindor to win with such a crooked melon? Why don't you take part in the Quidditch selection next Thursday, and I'll say hello to Wood and let you go too try."

"But... I've never ridden a broomstick."

Although Ron's proposal was attractive, Harry was not at all sure of it.

"You should go to the trophy room. Professor McGonagall told me that your father used to be a Gryffindor Chaser, a very good one. Maybe you inherited this talent."

"What? My father. He actually."

Harry stared at Ron incredulously, "Is this true?"

"Professor McGonagall's office has the gold badges of Gryffindor's previous championships, five consecutive championships. This is a collection that Professor McGonagall is very proud of. However, the trophy is in the showroom at the end of the fourth floor. When the time comes, we can Go and see, no one is forbidden there."

"But... aren't first-year freshmen not allowed to join the team?" Hermione, who had finished her meal early and was reading the afternoon History of Magic textbook, raised her head.

"Aren't I a first grader too?" Ron grinned.

"But you flew at home, and you have three older brothers on the school team, but Harry hasn't even touched a broom."

A skeptical Hermione closed her book and stared at Ron.

"So you went on a night tour last night"

"Wood was anxious to see my ability, so he dragged me out. He knocked on Professor McGonagall's door at six o'clock, and now he was punished by the professor to wipe the Gryffindor trophy."

"How can this be? Wood is too irresponsible to take you on a night tour!" Hermione's focus has always been very strange. As a three-good student, she has always been very concerned about violations of school rules.

"Okay, okay." Ron reached out and rubbed Hermione's already messy hair, forcing her to stop her words.

"Professor Xiaoge, don't read it, just accept your magical powers, I know, I will definitely take you with me next time I go out."

"Let me tell you a secret." Ron leaned forward, and said next to Hermione's slightly reddened ear: "The tradition at Hogwarts is that as long as you don't get caught, it's not a violation of the school rules, Deng When Bullido was studying, he was nicknamed the Little Prince of Night Tours, there are so many secrets in Hogwarts, only a fool would sleep obediently and snore until dawn."

"how is this possible."

Hermione pursed her lips in disbelief.

"Believe me, "Hogwarts, A Piece of Unofficial History" is very clear. If you don't believe me, go to the library and read it. It's full of dark history from the school days of the headmasters."

Ron, who was babbling casually, looked serious. Hermione was taken aback for a moment by his outstanding acting skills.

"As a qualified wizard, we must learn to use every minute of our time. Sleeping for 1 hours a day is enough. Hogwarts class starts at 7 o'clock. Don't you wonder why it is so late?"

"This is a break time specially set aside for night tour students. If you look at Muggle schools, classes start at seven o'clock. We are two hours late."

"Is that so?" Hermione, who seemed to be limping because of being fooled, nodded cutely. She thoughtfully diverted her mind and began to wander around the world.

"No! You are sophistry!"

When she came to her senses belatedly, Ron and Neville Harry were already together, staring at the broom advertisement in the Daily Prophet and having a lively discussion.

"How about sweeping the Seven Stars? It's one-third cheaper than the Nimbus series, but the performance is not too far behind. They are all the latest brooms." Every boy born in a serious wizard family has a good understanding of brooms Well, don't look at Neville's usual naiveness. Although he can ride a broom, his theoretical knowledge is quite solid.

"75 Galleons, that's not cheap at all."

Although Ron still had two hundred Galleons in his wallet, as a qualified Weasley, he quite normally possessed the Weasley family's ancestral careful planning.

"I give you this as an early Christmas present?"

"Just Nimbus 2000, I like this broom." Staring at the advertisement of Nimbus series that took up an entire page, Harry couldn't take his eyes off at all. Although what Neville said made sense, Harry still Select the light wheel.

"Neville, do you want it? I'll give you one too. An early Christmas present. I can't think of anything better. You are all my friends, the best!"

As a local tyrant with a mountain of Galleons in his treasury, more than 100 Galleons is nothing but drizzle to Harry. The inheritance left by his father is at least hundreds of thousands. Let alone a broom, he can afford a fire dragon , what does this matter count.

With that said, Harry tore off the order form from the newspaper.

"There's no such thing as an early gift for Christmas." Ron smiled and held Harry's hand. Although he knew he was a big rich man, this kind of thing was fine, "That's your inheritance from your parents, but Don't waste your money, if you start this way, some people will come close to you."

"Look, McLaggen's slobber is almost here, you don't want his sticky saliva dripping all over your shoes, do you?"

Following Ron's gaze, Harry saw McLaggen, who was no longer listening to his bragging. Obviously, he listened carefully to Harry's arrogant speech, and the burning eyes seemed to want Harry to Leigh was eaten, and the guy got even more excited when Harry caught sight of him, winking and grinning ingratiatingly.

"Keep your money out," Ron whispered.

Then Neville nodded firmly, "Grandma told me that you don't get paid for nothing, and you are my best friend, Harry, but I can't take your broom, it's too expensive, and my pocket money Not enough for me to pay you back at Christmas."

"Sorry, I just... like this broom too much." Harry rubbed the back of his head apologetically, but soon, a smile appeared on his face again, "I will give it to you at Christmas. Choose a gift."

"Then I can."

McLaggen seemed to want to push forward and say something.

However.
"roll!"

Glared at by Ron, the silly boy who was frightened by the murderous aura erupting from him immediately fell back on the ground. When he got up, he saw Ron crimping the soup with two fingers in a demonstrative way. Spoon, so dejected that he didn't dare to continue speaking.

"Hurry up and get ready. There is only one hour left before the History of Magic class starts. Go back and get your books."

Hermione didn't mention what she said before, she held the book in front of the three of them in satisfaction, and she liked Ron and Neville's answers, at least in terms of making friends, she made the right choice.

"I went to the library, see you in class later."

(End of this chapter)