My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 190 Quidditch

"I didn't expect him to be such a..." At the dinner table, Tom was speechless after hearing the story of Professor Binns. He couldn't think of an adjective to describe the crazy idea of ​​Professor Ghost before his death. Little Tomato pondered for a long time before saying, "An extraordinary character."

"That's right, Professor Binns has been teaching here since the establishment of Hogwarts," Nelson nodded, and said, "Think about it, in that era, wizards who could be favored by the Big Four would not How could it be an ordinary person?"

"I think he must have been very powerful before he became a ghost." Tom nodded firmly with a fork in his mouth, and said, "But not necessarily, after all, he is not a teacher of Charms or Defense Against the Dark Arts, but that is also very powerful! I think he's at least on Professor Slughorn's level."

"Has the dean become a unit of measurement?" Nelson smiled. "But he is not an ordinary ghost. Don't you think it's strange that he can flip through the handouts every day? Ghosts can't touch physical objects." thing."

"What?" Tom raised his head in surprise, and said, "I really don't know. To tell you the truth, I know very few ghosts. Except for Professor Binns, there is only Ms. Gray from Ravenclaw. She can touch them." things, although I don't understand why sometimes she can touch things and sometimes she goes straight through."

"Is that so?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and said, "It may be that wizards have a problem with ghosts, but Professor Binns is indeed very powerful."

"Speaking of which, Gnar, do I have to call you Lord Knight from now on?" Alphard finally finished eating the several pieces of steak piled up in front of him, and joked, this young man didn't seem to stop his pace of growing his body for a moment, He needs to consume a lot of energy every day, but sufficient exercise does not make him obese, but makes his body more mature and fit, just like the sculptures in ancient Greek temples.

Nelson glanced enviously at Alphard's well-defined arms, raised his head and said, "I think you can call me Sir, and you must be polite when you see me in the future."

"Okay, my lord." Alphard stretched out his hand, grabbed one of the donuts sprinkled with green powder on the table, raised it to his head and pretended to take off his hat, which caused the people around him to burst into laughter. After eating the "hat" in two bites, he said, "Well, it smells like green tea, it's very strange... My sister asked me to ask if you are going to watch the Quidditch match this afternoon? The classic Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, we With a new broom this year, it should be easier against them."

"You should write Minerva a letter and tell her about it," Nelson asked, taking out a handkerchief, wiping his mouth, cleaning it with a cleaning spell, folding it and stuffing it back into his pocket, "are you chasing balls?" Hand or Seeker?"

"I think he should be a hitter with his size, and he should be able to break the opponent's broom directly with a stick," Tom mocked, "Alphad, you can't be a goalkeeper, right?"

"What's the matter with the keeper? The keeper is an important part of a Quidditch team, just as important as the Seeker." Alphard argued. "Tom, it's understandable that Nelson doesn't know what I do. You don't even know, look." I'm so sad that you never go to the game like that!"

"I don't have time?" Tom waved his hand, "Now that Gnar is back, he likes to watch Quidditch the most, you can invite him to watch your games in the future... Besides, I didn't guess that you are the goalkeeper ?"

"I'm the commentator." Alphard's face turned green, as if he had been poisoned by donuts, "Have you forgotten? This is Nelson's prophecy!"

"Oh! I remembered it when you said that!" Tom nodded and said, turning his head to look at Nelson again, "Do you want to go?"

"Go ahead, I have nothing to do this afternoon. I haven't watched a Quidditch match since I discovered that Grindelwald often flew around the sky on a broomstick." Nelson held his chin and looked at Alpha De, asked, "By the way, where is your sister?"

"She went home on leave and didn't come back until this afternoon, that's why she asked me to ask you."

……

"The Bludger is in the hands of Brown of Gryffindor, and he aimed at Malone who was sleepwalking in front of the goal!" Alphard's passionate voice came from the commentary. It is conceivable that in this tone, even if "a Gryffindor first-year fell asleep in Professor Binns' class" would be explained to the audience's blood pumping, he shouted, "Good shot! This arm, this angle! I bet this villain Ma Long will lie in the school hospital for at least a week... To be honest, I am a little envious of him, he won't have to do homework for at least a week."

"Alphad!" Professor Slughorn in front of the commentary warned, and he also came to the stadium today to watch his academy's game.

"Sorry, professor! Students, we must study hard, even if we are cracked by the Bludger... Oh! God!" Alphard suddenly shouted in surprise, "The ball flies very fast, and when it reaches Malone The back of the head! You can’t aim at this kind of place—"

Alphard's voice froze, and with two consecutive bangs of "bang bang", the referee's whistle blew on the field.

"How could that guy Malone be sleepwalking on the court? So he was waiting for Brown early!" Alphard shouted, "He hit the Bludger back with a skillful turnaround volley, what's wrong? Brown still Didn't get up? Looks like he's broken at least two ribs, well done Malone!"

There were boos from the Gryffindor audience, and Professor Slughorn turned around again, glaring at Alphard.

"Well, Gryffindor brothers, actually... oh, and sisters, I was just joking, we must resist and cast aside this serious unsportsmanlike behavior," Alphard said. Immediately changed the phrase, "Gryffindor, who has suffered a blow, is like a lion that just woke up from sleep, and it is about to start hunting! Come on, Gryffindor! Beat all the Slytherins to the school hospital! "

Now it was Slytherin's turn to boo him with Gryffindor, and Professor Slughorn held his forehead helplessly and stopped looking at him.

"He's not bad, isn't he?" Nelson said, watching the game with relish.

"After all, it was your prophecy," Tom raised his eyebrows, continued to flip through the book in his hand, and said without raising his head, "You may not have seen him riding a broom, as if he drank three tons of whiskey Broom, it's a good thing you didn't say he was going to be on the Quidditch team, or he'd be on the pitch to show his talent."

"The school has to thank me for protecting the stands of the stadium," Nelson shrugged, reached out and flipped the book in Tom's arms to the cover, and asked, "Myth and Genealogy? What are you reading this for?"

"At least it's more interesting than Quidditch." Tom yawned, took off his coat and put it behind his back, leaned against the stands, and covered his face with the "Mythology and Genealogy", "I really want to see Don't know Quidditch, I don't even know what's the point of having two teams shoot each other out here when there's the Snitch? The game isn't team at all."

"Then you might as well find a copy of "Flower Cuttings and Fruit Tree Grafting". It's more interesting, at least practical."

Nelson nodded around. Tom's words caused the surrounding fans to glare, but when they saw that it was Tom who spoke, they closed their mouths that hadn't opened yet.

"Yeah." Tom nodded, and changed into a more comfortable position. This sentence was already a dream.

"What's wrong with him? So sleepy?" Walburga asked quietly behind Nelson, leaning closer. She caught up with the game but didn't squeeze into the seat next to Tom and Nelson.

"He didn't sleep well in History of Magic this morning," Nelson explained.

Walburg nodded knowingly, in understanding.

"Goal again! Slytherin's offense and defense are impeccable! Malone didn't even need the goalkeeper to take a shot, Malone had already knocked the Quaffle away with the bludger! Gryffindor Chasers, play a little bit Make a difference! Don’t just rely on Seekers to save the world!” The game became fierce again, the score had reached [-]-[-], and Gryffindor was in a state of being behind by a large score, but the students of the Lion Academy But I don’t care about this point. It’s not uncommon for a Golden Snitch to come back from a [-]-point deficit. After a whistle, Alphard continued to explain passionately: "Very good! I was brought back. Brown is fighting with wounds, what is he doing? Holding a club in front of Malone? How dare he... Whoa! Merlin's toothbrush and toothpaste, sorry, Merlin doesn't use toothbrush and toothpaste, but! Anyway! It's a beautiful shot A tough, tough response to the ball!"

The Gryffindor auditorium turned into a jubilant golden-red sea. Brown seemed to aim at Malone who had just injured him, but he hit the Bludger to Bowen who had let down his vigilance behind Malone. The stick went down, and there was only one batsman left in Slytherin.

"Brown, did you miss the ball? If not, I think I have fallen in love with you." Alphard waved his arms excitedly and shouted, "Are you single? If you like women, I can Introduce my sister to you, if you like men..."

"Alphad!"

There was a loud scream behind Nelson, and even Tom, who had just fallen asleep, was startled.Walburga rolled up her sleeves and stormed over to the commentary booth, drawing her wand, looking ready to clear the house.

"What's wrong with her?" Tom removed the book covering his face, his face was full of unhappiness at being woken up.

"She is fighting against arranged marriages." Nelson said meaningfully, "passing contemporary women's pursuit of independence and freedom—"

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, call me after typing." Tom put the book back on his face, and within a few seconds, he picked up the book again and said, "If Slytherin is about to win, you will I yelled."

"What if you don't win?"

"Then let me sleep till the end." Tom closed the book and fell asleep again.

"I'm sorry, sister, you're not good enough for Brown... No, no, I mean, he actually likes men—"

After a while, Alphard's terrified cry came from the commentary booth, and even the game was interrupted for a few minutes.

When Walburga trotted back to his seat with his robe in his hand, and sat down in a ladylike posture, the people around him moved away a little in fear.

"Nelson, you know, I'm usually..." Walburga leaned forward and explained next to Nelson's ear, "I'm a very easy person to get along with."

"I know, I know." Nelson nodded repeatedly, and said, "I will support you in whatever you want to do to Alphard, after all, he is your brother."

"Ugh……"

Walburga sighed. She also wanted to be a lady, and she didn't want to be violent, but this brother always broke her heart.

The game continued, and Slytherin, who lost one batsman, was not caught up by Gryffindor. Instead, he became more courageous as he fought, and his blood was slowly aroused. Instead, the difference between the two teams was slowly widening. The Snitch hadn't been seen yet, and the score had already reached [-]-[-]. Under Malone's strict defense, Gryffindor only scored two goals. In fact, their Chasers did not have too much interference More energy to find the Quaffle.

"Nelson." Walburga approached suddenly, bit his lip, and whispered in Nelson's ear, "They want to see you."

"Who?"

"My family."

"Why? Are they going to introduce me to an arranged marriage?" Nelson quipped. "What's so interesting about me?"

"They are afraid that something will go wrong, so they want to discuss the details with you."

"What details?" Nelson shook his head and said in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with me. Just tell them to find someone somewhere. If you don't believe me, they can go directly to any place in Germany where there are wizard settlements. Someone will take them to Nurmengard, but more slowly."

"They also want to thank you in person..."

"What are you thanking me for? If they eat a good egg, don't they have to thank the chicken that laid it?" Nelson stole a famous quote casually, and rebuffed, "If there is anything, they can let you Come and tell me—ask me, Walburga, you've got to think for yourself, and you mustn't let what they say."

"Sorry." Walburg murmured. This young lady who was pampered and pampered became more and more confused when she was about to graduate. She became more and more suspicious of what she could do without the family, which made her think that she was a free person. Seven years doesn't mean much, "I don't know what to think for myself."

The sudden burst of cheers overshadowed the conversation between the two, and Nelson noticed that the score had reached 140 to 120 points, and the [-]-point difference had almost declared the victory.

"Wait a minute," he said to Walburga, pushing Tom awake.

"Did you win?"

Tom asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and the shaded book slipped to his chest.

"120 points difference, if I can lose, I—"

"What?!" Alphard jumped onto the commentary stand and shouted hoarsely, "Dirk suddenly raised his head and started flying up. What did he find? Oh! What is that? The Golden Snitch! Gryffindor's ball hunting Spotted the Golden Snitch!"

(End of this chapter)