Hogwarts wizard nemesis

After leaving the door, Dylan didn't know how to comfort him. He gently put his hand on his shoulder and said slowly: "Are you okay, Leon?"

"Ah," Potter responded, "Oh I'm fine, Dylan."

Dylan smiled and said: "Your father and your grandfather Mr. Harry are both the best seekers. I believe you can also be competent."

"Yes." Leon gradually raised his head, "Maybe I am not capable enough now to be competent, but I will work hard."

"Also, Dylan, you fly really well. I believe you will become an excellent seeker." Leon looked at Dylan and said sincerely.

Dylan smiled without comment.

He slowly stretched out his hand, "Leon, you too."

Leon was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook hands with him.

As I was walking, I happened to pass by the place where Gryffindor medals were displayed. The shining golden medals were a rare honor.

Leon stopped and looked at these medals in trance.

Harry Potter, James Sirius Potter, and the great-grandfather James Potter he has never met.

There was perseverance in his eyes, and these medals seemed to give him unlimited motivation.

In the afternoon, the meeting with Phil came as scheduled.

He has a short haircut, thick eyebrows, a tall nose, and thick lips, a typical American image.

He was holding a large box in his hand and two trial broomsticks on the ground. He said softly with a smile: "Hello, Leon and Dylan, my name is Phil, and I am on the Gryffindor school team. Captain, I heard from Professor McGonagall that you are very capable."

Leon and Dylan both smiled shyly.

"Okay, I won't say any more polite words. You can see the real deal under your hands." Phil squatted down and was about to open the box, and the two of them immediately gathered around.

"Whether you know it or not, I will teach you the rules today, and then you can participate in the team's training three times a week."

Open the crate and inside are four balls of varying sizes.

"Okay." Phil said, "I believe you have heard that the rules of Quidditch are actually very simple, but it is not easy to play. There are seven people on each side, three of them are chasers."

"Three chasers." Leon wrote it down, and then Phil took out a bright red ball the size of a football.

"This is the Quaffle. Chasers pass the ball to each other and try to make it pass through a ring, so that they can score points. Every time the Quaffle passes through a ring, you can score ten points. Do you understand?"

"Well, I understand, it's almost like basketball, you have to shoot into the basket," Dylan said.

Lyon and Phil asked: "What is basketball?"

This is the second time Lyon has heard the term basketball.

Dylan quickly said: "It's okay, it's nothing."

Phil continued to explain: "There is also a player on each side to prevent the enemy players from shooting into the ring. He calls the goalkeeper. The goalkeeper must fly around the ring to prevent the opponent from scoring. Professor McGonagall said that Potter was going to let You're the goalkeeper, right?"

Leon hesitated, "Yes, Phil."

Phil smiled and said: "Come on, Leon."

"Well, I will."

Three Chasers and one Keeper, Leon silently took note.

Phil took out a small wooden bat from the crate, kind of like a baseball bat.

"This is the bat that hits the Bludgers," Phil said. "These are the Bludgers."

He took out two identical balls. They were shiny black and slightly smaller than the Quaffle just now.

Leon and Dylan noticed that the Bludgers seemed to be struggling to escape from the straps that held them inside the crate.

"Stand back." Phil reminded.

He bent down and released a Bludger.

Suddenly, the black ball shot up into the air and hit Dylan directly in the face.

Dylan was horrified and saw that it was about to break his nose. At this moment, Phil suddenly intercepted it with a short stick, causing it to jump into the air again and again, hovering above their heads, and then suddenly headed towards Phil. Come here.

Phil suddenly reached out and covered it, pressing it firmly to the ground.

"You see." Phil gasped as he stuffed the Bludgers into the crate and tied them tightly with a belt. "The Bludgers were flying around, trying to get the players off their broomsticks." So there are two batters on each side. Their job is to protect our players from being hit by the Bludgers and hit the Bludgers towards the other players. So, do you all understand?"

Lyon recounted: "Almost understand, the three chasers try to score with the Quaffle; the goalkeeper prevents the opponent from scoring and guards the goal post; the batter prevents the Bludgers from injuring his own players."

"Good, Leon, that's it," Phil said.

"Has the Bludger ever killed anyone?" Dylan asked.

"Nothing like this has ever happened at Hogwarts. At most, it's just a broken jaw. Well, the last player on the team is the Seeker. That's you, Dylan. Don't worry about it. Quaffles and Bludgers, you just need"

"Just" Dylan asked.

"Just need to find the Snitch," Phil said.

Then, he reached into the crate and took out the fourth and final ball. Compared with the Quaffle and Bludger, this ball was very small, about the size of a walnut. It was golden and still There is a pair of small silver wings that are constantly flapping.

"It," Phil said, "is the Golden Snitch. It's the most important ball of all. It's hard to catch. It flies as fast as lightning and can't be seen. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. It, you have to shuttle back and forth between the Chaser, Beater, Bludger and Quaffle to catch it before the other team's Seeker. If the Seeker of any team catches the Golden Snitch, His team would win an extra points, which was almost a sure win. The Quidditch game wasn't over until the Snitch was caught, so sometimes a game would last for many days. Well, let's think about it. The highest record was probably more than three months, and they had to find substitutes to come on, take the players off and let them get some sleep."

"That's pretty much it. Do you have any questions?"

Leon and Dylan shook their heads. They both understood the rules of Quidditch, but whether they could do it well was still a question.

"For the first time, let's not use the Golden Snitch for training." Phil said, carefully putting the Golden Snitch into the box and shutting it up. "It's too dark, you will lose it, just use a few Let you train with a ball like this."

He took out a bag of ordinary golf balls from his pocket. After a few minutes, he asked Leon and Dylan to cooperate with each other, throwing the golf balls in various directions and catching each other.

Surprisingly, Dylan is very talented and Lyon is not bad either, barely missing a few balls.

Phil was delighted.

After more than half an hour, it was completely dark and there was no way to train.

"Come on, Leon and Dylan, you are all talented. I believe our names will be engraved on this year's Quidditch Cup." Several people walked out of the castle tiredly. Phil was very happy and kept saying: "Gryffindor hasn't won a championship in some years, which is really a pity, and I'm already in my sixth year."

Leon noticed that there was a hint of loneliness on Phil's face.

The next day, Hagrid finally came back, and they no longer had to feed Eyes and Elizabeth. Although Joey was a little reluctant to let go, she really liked Elizabeth.

Along with Hagrid's return came another earth-shaking news, which was spread by almost everyone in the school. It was published in the Daily Prophet and was the front-page news. The headline read: Big news: Gringotts is not doing its job well. Thirteen hundred years ago, the secret code book written by the famous wizard Farlando has been stolen. Who is the person behind it?

The news spread throughout Hogwarts. Although most students did not know what this book was for, the fact that it appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet showed that this book was of great use.

In the auditorium, many Gryffindor students were watching, holding their breath. Jeff was telling his fictional story in horror: "Do you know that some unscrupulous person must have stolen the secret code? It is rumored that the person who owns this book , can control time, past, present and future, even if it rules the entire world, maybe, the person behind it is"

Speaking of this, one student asked in surprise: "Could it be a Death Eater?"

The others all looked shocked. Jeff shook his head inexplicably, "No, all the Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban many years ago. It couldn't be them."

"Who is that?" the students asked in unison.

"That's right", everyone was attentive, Jeff said slowly: "That's right"

"how could I know."

Everyone is like a deflated rubber ball.

"cut"

"What did you do? It gave me goosebumps."

Everyone booed.

From a distance, Joey looked at them looking like they were gossiping and couldn't help but shake his head.

She looked at the thick book again, "There are a lot of gossips in this world."

But Leon looked worried, because in the afternoon, there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts course, and he was about to meet Professor Gray.

Was it really him last night?

"Hey, Leon, why are you looking so absent-minded?" Dylan touched his arm.

"Oh." Leon said, "I'm fine."

Joey looked up and found that Leon was fine, then he lowered his head and immersed himself in the sea of ​​books.

Dylan nodded slightly, then suddenly changed the topic and added, "However, the defense against the dark arts in the afternoon is quite exciting. It is about learning how to deal with evil spirits, the kind of scary creatures that like to eat children."

Joey raised his head slightly and frowned, "That thing is really scary."

Leon had no intention of listening to this. An idea gradually emerged in his mind. He wanted to find out who the figure hiding in the darkness was.