Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 118 Fighting
A black figure flew in through the window, and after flying lightly around the Gryffindor lounge, it found its target in the corner.

Then it flew straight to the man's shoulder.

"What did Malfoy and Flint say!"

"Cuckoo!"

After speaking, Linde counted the days.

It's already halfway through October today.

"Since they don't move much, then you don't need to monitor them anymore, just know that there is nothing wrong." Linde waved his left hand indifferently.

His right hand is now in a plaster cast.

This was an accident he caused while practicing the Splitting Curse the night before.He directly broke his right hand.

Because of this kind of wound, letting it heal under the water body may have bad effects.Like Malfoy's nose.So he went to Madam Pomfrey anyway.

The excuse was that the stairs suddenly changed lanes, and I didn't pay attention to the road, so I fell down one floor.But these are trivial things. After Madam Pomfrey set his bones, he can rest assured that he can recuperate in the pool every night, so he should recover quickly.

After that, he thought about what had happened recently.

Since the incident happened at that time, Linde has been paying attention to the movements of Malfoy Flint and his party.According to the information he now knows:
Malfoy went to the school infirmary after being kicked by Jane and broke the bridge of his nose that day, but he could only break and reconnect the crooked nose that was connected by Lockhart, which made him suffer for a while.

After that, Malfoy wanted to write a letter home to tell him about it, but was stopped by Flint.Flint told them, "Since that kid called Lynde wants us to do something worthy of credit, let's start with him!"

Both inside and outside the words are full of intentions to make Lin De look good.

But most of their little tricks were blocked by Oliver Wood and others.

And because of Wood's meddling, everyone has almost forgotten that this incident was caused by Linde.A battle started with the two Quidditch teams and involved the two colleges.

In the Ming Dynasty, it is not very prominent. In the beginning, it is not uncommon to meet directly to fight or magic duel.But as things got worse and worse, some students began to deliberately report to the professor frequently, hoping to end the farce as soon as possible.

In the Cold War, they jointly began to use the Academy Cup as a symbol of victory.

The students started deliberately grabbing seats.A large number of students of the same grade began to go to the classroom early to occupy the front row seats, leaving the back row for each other.

Or in Potions class, Slytherin deliberately occupied all the seats in the back row, leaving the front row, facing Professor Snape, to Gryffindor.

There is also a lot of competition for resources, misleading each other and making mistakes that lead to point deductions, or deliberately leading Filch to arrest people, providing joke props to Peeves, let it go to trouble, and so on.

This has also caused their house points to be gradually surpassed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You must know that although this is the beginning of the semester, the House Cup has never been very concerned with these two houses.

In this case, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also burst into passion for the Academy Cup.

When everyone's scores were not much different, all the pressure was gathered on the Quidditch match at Hogwarts. The four major teams began to scramble for the right to use the stadium...

"What, you said you can't participate in the training?" Wood looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at him, hoping that he would take this sentence back.

The other team members also looked at Harry in surprise.

Katie Bell quickly asked, "What's the matter, Harry, are you feeling unwell recently?"

"No, I just..." Harry glanced cautiously at the rumbling rain outside the window. "Yeah, I feel like there's something wrong with me. When it's raining it's... uncomfortable," said Harry.

What a pity that he got rheumatism at a young age.

"Harry, you are not a liar!" Fred said with a smile, but still looked at Harry with concern.

"Is there anything you can tell us." George also asked with concern.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth again and again, but couldn't speak for a long time.Now no one knows that he will become a murloc, including Ron and Hermione, he didn't say anything.To be honest, he was a little scared.

Wood was a little lost. Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, he just patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you can rest for a while! We are still waiting for you to come back. Don't have too much psychological pressure."

Then he gave Harry a reassuring smile.

Harry didn't know how to answer, he was really ashamed to see Wood's sincere face.I had to run away quickly with my head down.

Behind him, he could vaguely hear his teammates talking about Wood, "I just said that your training intensity is a bit too much. He is only 12 years old. Think about how you can stand it when you are 12 years old..."

To be honest, it was really unpleasant for him to hear this. In fact, Wood's training intensity is absolutely acceptable to him, and he likes to practice with everyone very much.

Came to the dormitory in a daze, Ron asked him what's the matter and he didn't speak, just said that he wanted to be quiet.Then he lay on the bed with his head covered for a long time, not knowing what to do.

The more he thought about it, the more confused Harry became. He didn't know what happened to his body.

Thinking, he turned over irritably.But I saw a note on the bedside table.

Not just now.

"Whose is this?"

asked Harry, picking up the note and asking Ron.

"I don't know, what's the matter?" Ron didn't know what happened to Harry, so he ran out to ask Hermione and them just now, and only then returned to the dormitory.

Harry looked at the note, on which was written in a twisted handwriting: Why don't you go to Professor Dumbledore?
yes!Harry suddenly thought of Professor Dumbledore.

I'm so stupid, really...

Thinking about it, Harry stood up desperately, ran out of the dormitory, and then out of the lounge.Regardless of Ron's shouting from behind, he just yelled to the back while running, "I'll tell you when I have the answer."

Linde sat in the corner of the lounge, glanced at Harry who ran out like a lunatic, and then looked at Andersen, "How is your calligraphy practice?"

Andersen was in a corner, excitedly grabbing an ordinary white paper and showing it to Linde.

Because Andersen's handwriting practice was a bit outrageous, but it wanted to learn, so Linde let it practice in the corner, and then Linde stood in front of it.

That way no one can see a crow writing.

Linde's eyes froze, his pupils turned into squares, and his sensitivity suddenly increased, and then he saw Andersen's masterpiece.

This reminded him of a saying in his previous life, "If I take a chicken and put some ink on its feet and let it step on paper, it's better than your stuff."

"Cuckoo - (chicken? Is that the only thing that understands this kind of thing?)" Andersen was in a hurry, yelling in the corner angrily.

"Hush! Be quiet, it's just a joke, you can continue practicing!" Linde said in a low voice.

After speaking, Andersen stopped, and continued to stand on one foot, while holding the quill with the other foot, he continued to write and draw.

"There are still too few things to do for it, and there is time to develop hobbies." Linde was behind, rubbing his temple with his remaining left hand, and showing a capitalist smile.

(End of this chapter)