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However, after realizing that he was excited, Lupin immediately stopped talking and held a book in front of him to block his eyes.

"Remus..." Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Huh? What?" Lupin looked up, and Carl pointed at his book, "Your book is upside down."

"Oh, yes, yes." Lupin immediately turned the book upside down and continued to pretend that nothing had happened. This episode did not attract too much attention from everyone. After finishing their homework, everyone was ready to do their own things.

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In the hall in the morning, today was the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. This year, the two mortal enemies, Snake and Lion, faced each other as expected. The Quidditch match between two colleges that don't get along well is a rare pleasure, so everyone went to the Quidditch field to watch.

There were not many people in the early morning, and Sever was not there either. He didn't like flying, and he probably wouldn't watch Quidditch. He would only watch after the game to see if Slytherin won or not.

If he didn't show up, he would probably still be sleeping. This guy always likes to follow a hellish schedule. He can brew potions and take notes until late at night.

But I don't know if it can be considered a blessing in disguise because he was ostracized in Slytherin. No one wanted to live with him. Although his dormitory was remote and a bit small, no one would say anything to him no matter how late he worked.

It's really not good for the body. It's too easy to die suddenly.

The Gryffindors went to watch the game, of course. Carl was not very interested in Quidditch. Not to mention his poor flying skills, Carl was not interested in Quidditch itself. James dragged him to watch several Gryffindor training matches. If it weren't for James' screams, Carl would have slept very well.

Why did Carl get up early to go to the auditorium? Could it be that the part of the soul of the King of Curls rose? No, even if the rain in the sky turned red, Carl would not take even a small step on the path of the King of Curls. The great artificial intelligence 0025 is above.

Cale yawned and sat in a chair leisurely. He stuffed bread into his mouth while doing homework. The complicated theoretical knowledge about potions was really troublesome. If Cale wanted to pass the exam week at the end of the semester, these were indispensable things.

Thanks to the Quidditch game, I was able to extend some of the deadlines that were about to end.

It would be perfect if Sever was here. Cale would be able to copy his refined notes, which would save a lot of trouble. If not, Lily and Alice would also be fine. Their potions were also good. Even Professor Slughorn, who didn't like Muggle family wizards, praised Lily.

Cale, who had been fighting hard with homework for a whole day, was visibly haggard. He closed the book angrily after writing the last word. Then Cale planned to leave and go outside for some fresh air.

The Quidditch game should be over. The students on the road had different expressions and were still discussing the game just now. I don't know which team won, but Cale wanted to see whether James cheered happily or was depressed later. It was easy to recognize.

In the distance, a group of little lions wearing red and gold Gryffindor uniforms slowly walked towards Carl. Oh, there was a little blue eagle in it.

Did Alice follow James to watch the Quidditch game? Or maybe Alice liked Quidditch too much. She wasn't that interested when they first met.

"Hmm? So who won, James?" Carl threw out the extra thoughts and asked James. In fact, there was no need to ask. Looking at the little lion's jubilant look, it was clear that Gryffindor must have won the game.

"Is there any need to say that? It must be Gryffindor!" James used his hands and feet. The conspicuous bag was not in vain. Since he and Carl died socially after Halloween and cosplayed as a broom, he completely let go. Now James can do whatever he wants, because there will probably be no more embarrassing things than Halloween.

However, considering that Carl had a good relationship with Snape from Slytherin, James did not intend to use this to attack Slytherin. After all, he was just a little bit nervous and not a ky monster.

"With my support next year, Gryffindor will definitely achieve a great consecutive championship!"

"James' flying skills are really good." Sirius rarely did not criticize James. After all, James' flying skills are recognized by everyone and he is very talented.

"Yes, yes, yes~" Carl said indifferently. Quidditch adds a lot of house points, but he really can't contribute to the house with this kind of thing! Carl has worked hard to ensure that he will not be kicked out of the Quidditch playground by Madam Hooch because of his poor flying in class.

Seeing Carl's perfunctory attitude, James thought that Carl was because of himself's flying skills were a little lost, so he continued to add, "Don't worry, Carl, even if you are not good at playing basketball, we are still friends forever."

Hard, fists are hard, playing basketball is great!

Carl laughed dryly twice and finally curled his lips into an arc, "I am not good at playing basketball, but I am good at beating people. Do you want to try the spells I learned recently? James."

Carl picked up the wand. Although he had not started to cast spells, the spiritual wand still emitted a faint red light. James also raised his wand happily, and pulled Sirius towards him, saying, "Who is afraid of you? Are you going to fight Sirius and me alone, or will Sirius and I fight you alone?"

Sirius silently withdrew from James's range, and then raised the wand and moved to Carl's side little by little. James looked at Sirius and shamelessly approached Carl's black forces, "Sirius, you can't do this!"

"I choose to stand on the side of the strong."

"Hahahahahaha, James, you are hated by Sirius." Carl covered his stomach and laughed.

"I didn't!" James jumped three feet high in anger.

"Hey, so this is the book you've been holding, Alice? "Magical Quidditch", do you like Quidditch? Um, did you draw anything on it?" Lily was watching the boys' quarrel, but when she glanced at Alice, she happened to see the title of the book and a picture drawn with a feather pen that looked like an illustration. However, Lily didn't see clearly what the picture was, it was Quidditch, and she thought it was a spell or potion.

"Ah, that, that, no, nothing." Alice's face flushed for some reason, and she took the whole book into her arms and protected it tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it from her.

"I just drew a few strokes while watching Quidditch, it's no big deal." Alice was holding the Quidditch book very hard, and the redness on her face did not diminish.

"As for Quidditch, I should be considered to like it. After all, it is such a popular sport. Just watching it makes people feel excited. My heart almost jumped out when the seeker got the golden snitch." Alice took small steps and used extra body movements to cover up her shyness, making herself look less strange.

"But my flying is too bad. Even flying is very difficult. Even if I like it, I don't have much chance to play Quidditch. I'd rather be a seeker." Alice seemed a little depressed when she said this.

"That's not necessarily true." A bright young voice sounded in the distance. Frank was wearing a Gryffindor seeker costume. It was obvious that he hurried over before he had time to change his clothes.

"Senior Longbottom!" James, who was originally playing with Karlsiris, saw Frank immediately break free from the two cheese sandwiches of his two best friends and jumped over happily.

"Aren't you going to celebrate?" James asked.

Frank smiled and said, "I was going to go there, but I found this by accident." As he spoke, he opened his palm, and a delicate and expensive-looking feather pen appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh!" Alice looked at the feather pen and immediately seemed to think of something. She searched everywhere on her body and took out the book in her arms to see if there was anything hidden inside, but in the end she found nothing. "No need to look for it, it's your feather pen. You accidentally dropped it, and I just happened to pick it up." Frank couldn't help laughing when he saw Alice's appearance.

Frank returned the feather pen to Alice, and Alice took it and immediately thanked Frank, "Thank you, but how did you know it was mine?"

"Well... because I saw it." Frank pointed to his eyes, "Don't underestimate the vision of the seeker, it's also a very important part of winning."

"Besides, that's the stadium where everyone is cheering and cheering. A guy who can still take notes seriously is really hard to ignore." Frank smiled helplessly.

"I was..." Alice couldn't explain it, but Frank touched Alice's head and said gently.

"But these are not the main points. The main point is that if you really like it, you must work hard to fight for it. If you choose to escape, things that were originally possible will become zero."

"Captain! Celebration party! If you are slower, everyone can see that they can't wait for you!" Several Quidditch players wearing the same color uniforms shouted in the distance, and there was also a whistle to join in the fun.

"Here we come!" Frank shrugged, helplessly looking at his friends who were joining in the fun, "Anyway, if you really like Quidditch, why not give it a try, I can also teach you some skills."

"But I won't pass on my special skills to others, otherwise if I lose to you because of this, everyone will hate me. "

"Let's go." Frank waved his hand and went to find his friends, leaving only the first-grade kids behind.