Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Chapter 90: Loving fairness is your lie.

The weather was sunny and cold, and the sausages being grilled in the dining hall made the Slytherin students shake their heads.

Everyone, who had been trained like crazy by White and Filch for two or three months, just wanted to have a hearty Quidditch match. The distinction between superior and inferior also determines life and death.

Bah, wrong, friendship first, competition second.

Slytherin’s Quidditch goalkeeper Blake looked at the timid Wood at the next table, smiled evilly, forked a sausage covered in sauce, and took a big bite from the bottom, which was quite kind.

Wood was shaking.

If you don’t know anything, the unknown can bring blind confidence, but these things can be easily defeated. For example, a small physical test that is not considered a formal game.

Facing those Slytherin boys who didn’t know what they ate and who looked like little trolls, Wood could only pray that he could get off the field safely from their hands.

George and Fred didn’t look good either.

As the two batters, they looked at the Slytherin wizard who was facing them.���, the smile that usually hung on his face had long since flown to the opposite face. Look at those Slytherin apes with arms thicker than their thighs.

Can they really catch the Bludgers that come their way? 420

“Wood, I think you should say something.”

Fred pushed Captain Wood

“No, don’t worry, after all, Quidditch is not a gorilla game.”

Wood stuttered.

“Quidditch requires technology, yes, technology.”

Wood said something that he himself didn’t believe. If he was playing Quidditch with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, he said that the game was about technique. But when facing Slytherin,······technology?

Even if we go back seven years, the style of Slytherin’s house team is still: technical? Quidditch is such an inconvenience. There is no convenience in all the fancy technology.

The new Seeker who was pulled from the bench to the starting lineup by Wood, Deland, a third-year Gryffindor wizard, already regretted his excitement when he walked into the Gryffindor House team selection competition….

In the November weather, Hagrid even wore a mole coat, but the male Slytherin Quidditch players refused to be content and put on their robes, each with their arms bare, showing off their huge muscles to everyone..

White felt humiliated and lowered his head to eat.

He was wrong. When he discovered that Filch didn’t like to dress properly, he should have stopped him from leading the team training. Now among the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the women are okay, at least they are still wearing clothes. Some clothes, men·····

If it weren’t for the deans and professors watching, they would have burst into tears and drank the water of life in a snowy day. So free

“white.”

Hermione frowned as she looked at the crazy appearance of the Slytherin male team members not far away.

“What’s wrong?”

White turned his head and looked

“Promise me, we won’t play Quidditch, at least we won’t play in Slytherin.”

When she thought of White’s fifth and sixth grade, if he was selected into the Slytherin house team, the strange scene of being shirtless even in the middle of winter, Hermione felt that her mind was full of mush.

“Mr. White, I also think this is the truth.”

Pansy also looked at Hermione in agreement. Unlike Hermione who thought the Slytherin players were crazy, Pansy felt that it was a shame. How could Lord White’s muscles be seen by others like this?

“White Phoenix.”

Snape, who was walking from a distance, shouted towards White.

When White and Snape looked at each other, you could see the satisfied look in Snape’s eyes. Yes, kill Gryffindor.

Isn’t it just Quidditch ? Captain Qi, what’s the big deal? Snape left in a hurry, and White looked at Snape’s robes.

“Hermione, have you noticed that Snape’s robes seem to have shrunk.”

Hermione listened to White’s words and looked at Snape’s back.

“It seems a bit. Professor Snape looks a lot stronger.”…..

A quarter short of eleven o’clock in the morning.

There was a Quidditch match in the school and classes were suspended today. White was pulled by Hermione and came to the Quidditch pitch in advance.

Pansy followed White closely, and the three finally sat in Ravenclaw. In Hufflepuff’s academy, not far away is the teacher’s seat.

At eleven o’clock, the doors on both sides of the Quidditch pitch opened, and the Gryffindor team members wearing bright red uniforms and the Slytherin team members wearing green uniforms filed in. Mrs. Hooch was the referee. She stood on the court. In the center, holding his broomstick in hand, waiting for the contestants to take their seats.

Both parties stood beside her. There was a bronze box in front of Mrs. Huo Qi.

“Look, I want everyone to compete fairly and honestly.”

Huo Qi looked at the bulging veins of these half-grown young men, and his voice became weaker by three points.

“yes!”

For the first time, the Gryffindor players were looking forward to Mrs. Hooch’s polite opening remarks being fully realized in the game. The Slytherin players laughed and nodded in agreement.

Marku had already taken over. Callum, who became captain, even spoke more

“We Slytherins love peaceful games the most, and it is really an honor for us to have a Quidditch master like Mrs. Hooch as the referee.”

Mrs. Hooch was a little embarrassed to be praised, but she still held back a smile when she looked at the fearful eyes of Wood and others:”I know that you Gryffindor and Slytherin have never dealt with each other and have some minor conflicts.”

“However, Quidditch is a friendly sport, and I hope you can put aside some unnecessary hatred during the game and enjoy the game.”

“Everyone is like this, right?”

The Gryffindor players nodded like crazy.

“I can fully feel this sincerity from your neat uniforms and friendly eyes.”

Callum said and stretched out his hand towards Wood.

Wood was so excited that he grabbed Callum’s wrist.

“many······”

Before he could say his thanks, an iron bat fell from Slytherin goalkeeper Blackie with a clang. There was an uproar in Gryffindor House.

Where is the referee, where is the referee, where is the referee!

If you’re not Slytherin, what’s wrong with you? Why is the goalkeeper also carrying a stick?

Callum smiled and picked up the bat on the ground, and put the bat on his lower back lightly.

“Our Slytherin team is a unit. Occasionally there are not enough batters. The goalkeeper brings a stick to top it at any time. It makes sense.”

Callum’s explanation was accompanied by Blackie’s smile that was more authentic than a villain.

Wood’s heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.

Dean, Dean, I don’t want to play Quidditch anymore. We are just having fun, and they are here to fight for their lives. Yes! Dean, let me go back, I swear I will study hard.

“you. Hey, the game begins.”

Mrs. Hooch opened the box, released all the balls, kicked off the ball quickly, and left the field at the speed of light.

Callum did not hurriedly ride on the broomstick like other team members, but found Marcus in the Slytherin seat who was not playing.

“Old captain, we know why we replaced you”

“Your playing style back then was not fast enough, let alone ruthless enough, but you let us realize the good things under the training of Mr. White.”

Callum pulled open his robe, revealing his diamond-like muscles.

“Jie, Jie, Jie······”