Parents of Hogwarts

"It's such a pity. If I could be selected for the Quidditch team, I would definitely help Gryffindor win the championship this year."

When Professor McGonagall passed by the dining table, James pretended to talk to Peter, but his eyes always glanced at Professor McGonagall from time to time.

"Of course, you...after all, you are a freshman who can successfully perform Wronsky's fake move in the first grade..."

Peter tried his best to cooperate with James, but after Professor McGonagall glanced at him, he immediately lowered his head in fear.

"James, you...you have talent..."

No one heard this last sentence except James himself.

James glanced at Peter dissatisfied, but Professor McGonagall was already walking further and further away.

"Even if I can't win the championship, I will at least cause Slytherin to be defeated miserably."

James took advantage of the secrets his father secretly told him, and unwillingly fought for the last chance.

"Maybe I'll let the whole team use Nimbus 1001 as well."

He had already shouted this sentence loudly, resounding throughout the entire auditorium, but Professor McGonagall finally left.

"Don't waste your efforts, man."

Sirius was leaning on the back of the chair behind him, with black hair randomly combed on both sides of his face. However, he did not look gloomy like Snape, but instead was full of noble temperament.

Especially his every move while eating, even in a place like the auditorium, is particularly eye-catching.

Even though he was just plain nonchalant.

He was placing a half-drunk glass of pumpkin juice on the table. After glancing sideways in the direction of the teacher's desk, he reminded James: "Professor Slughorn hasn't left yet. You can't." You will want to be imprisoned again.”

However, James ignored him. He still stubbornly stared in the direction of the auditorium door.But among the people passing by, Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen.

"what a shame."

James had no choice but to continue dealing with the breakfast in front of him. He shrugged: "This is your loss."

Peter looked at him uneasily. He didn't know if James' words were meant for him.

At this time, the Gryffindor Quidditch players, mobilized by Edgar, began to walk out of the auditorium one after another. When passing James, they couldn't help but smile at him.

After learning that James had indeed successfully performed Wronsky's fake move in flying class, no one would refuse such a talented student to join the Quidditch team, even if he was only a first-year freshman.

"It's really a pity."

Edgar patted his shoulder casually: "It seems that I can only use the latest broomstick until next year. I look forward to your performance in the second grade, freshman."

Frank also patted him twice: "Edgar has wanted a good seeker for a long time. Don't forget to participate in the selection of the Quidditch team next year."

"I never said I wanted to be a Seeker."

James immediately replied: "Compared to wasting most of my time looking for the Golden Snitch, my goal is to be a chaser who continues to score points."

He seemed to have identified this position.

Frank looked surprised: "But Wronsky's feint is a trick only Seekers use."

After seeing the persistence and confidence on James' face from a distance, Frank smiled at Alice beside him: "But a chaser with a flexible body seems to be good too."

Edgar, who was walking in front, said without looking back: "Don't forget that I am the captain, Frank."

"Good good."

Although he responded like this, Frank's round face had already deliberately made trouble for Alice, and Alice couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

"James, you...you will really make the whole team use Nimbus 1001"

After seeing that James didn't seem to blame himself, Peter finally couldn't help but ask him.

"certainly"

James said loudly and confidently: "As long as I am selected for the Quidditch team"

Peter's eyes were immediately filled with adoration.

But while he was lowering his head to eat, James added to Sirius in a low voice: "The prerequisite is that my mother cannot find out."

"Then it looks like you'll have to bleed heavily next year."

Sirius imitated Edgar's example and patted James' shoulder, and the two couldn't help but laugh together.

Peter on the side looked at them longingly. Although he didn't hear what the two whispered, he still laughed out loud in agreement.

Lily, who was not far away, frowned and glanced at these people, her eyes full of disgust.

They were just too noisy.

After noticing Lily's gaze, James took the initiative and said: "Why, if you don't believe me, maybe you can ask your leader to compare with me and see if he can be that good on a broomstick."

The "boss" in his mouth was Karan in Lily's small group. After more than two months, James had already regarded the wandless spellcasting as an accidental loss of control of magic, just like Sirius. At the same time, he also imitated Sirius and called Karan by his codename "Boss", a title Lily didn't like from the beginning.

"Humph."

Lily thought of what Karan had said in the potion preparation room. She didn't even want to pay attention to James. After snorting, she proudly tossed her hair and held a syrup pie in her mouth. Mary's hand moved towards an empty position further away from them.

However, James just took this as a sign of weakness from Lily. He smiled proudly at Sirius, who made a dismissive expression.

There is no way, Karan's performance is indeed ordinary.

As for Karan, who was involved, while eating breakfast, he kept secretly looking at Meadows on the teacher's desk, thinking about the reason for her strange behavior just now.

If there must be any factors that may affect this matter, Karan found that it seemed to be only related to the meeting between himself and Professor Sprout recently.

When Meadows saw the coconut sorbet in his hand, he immediately guessed that Karan had just met Professor Sprout, and then she hurried away.

And Meadows happens to be a student of Hufflepuff House, just like Callan himself.

She is now sitting next to Professor Sprout. Not only does she not have the slightest objection to the mud stains on her body, but she seems to be having a good time chatting with them.

Steve, who was sitting next to Karan, didn’t have so many thoughts. There were three red marks on his forehead, which were Karan waking up in the morning, free snacks, and grabbing eggs. To a certain extent, He can be considered a record-breaker.

But Steve still ate his breakfast with great anticipation and didn't look sad at all, which made him the fastest person to get full.

But after that, it was just boredom.

He turned to look at Guspard: stare

Then he looked at Karan on the other side: stare.

However, the two of them just ate leisurely, not looking in any hurry.

"You guys hurry up and eat"

He finally couldn't help but urge: "If it's any later, you won't be able to grab the best seat to watch the game."

But Karan extinguished the fire in his heart with just one sentence.

"I'm not going to the game," he said.

"what"

A look of horror immediately appeared on Steve's face: "Why?"

Gaspard looked at Karan with the same confusion. This was the first time he told the two of them such a decision, and it was so late.

"you......"

Steve looked Callan up and down, the look on his face growing more horrified.

"You don't like Quidditch, do you?"

Karan seemed to really think about it carefully. After a while, he spread his hands and said, "It's okay."

"Forehead"

The horror on Steve's face could not be greater. He really couldn't imagine that there were wizards in the world who didn't like Quidditch.

"You're going to the Forbidden Forest."

Gaspard's sudden question brought Steve back to reality. He looked relieved: "It's okay, I thought you didn't like Quidditch..."

"you......"

Before he could regain his composure, Karan and Gaspard both covered his mouth, leaving only a pair of eyes that opened wider and wider.

"Shh."

Karan quietly gestured, and after Steve calmed down again, the two let go of their hands.

"This is the time"

Steve quickly asked in a low voice: "I thought you had to wait for a while."

"I've waited."

Karan secretly gestured to the two of them in the direction of Meadows, and whispered to them in the same voice: "Do you still remember what you two heard from Ted?"

Before they could answer, Karan continued: "Professor Meadows may also patrol the Forbidden Forest. For a powerful wizard like her, an ordinary invisibility cloak may not be able to hide her. What if? It would be terrible if she found out."

"But the Quidditch match will start soon, and she will definitely go to watch the match. This is at least a high probability. If I want to sneak into the Forbidden Forest again, I have to make sure that she is not inside. .”

"Now is the best opportunity."

In fact, Callan has almost 100% confirmed that Meadows will leave the school and go to Hogsmeade village only after Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts. Watch the game.

Only in this way can she ensure the safety of the large number of students gathered in the stadium.

Not to mention that today there was a lot of tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and they almost started fighting again at the door of the auditorium. This would definitely be a game full of fouls and violence.

And today happens to be the day when Principal Dumbledore is not at school.

This was actually quite common, as Dumbledore would always be absent from school Quidditch matches during Harry's childhood.

As a great magician with many important responsibilities, he is too busy.

"Then what should we do?"

Steve asked blankly: "Are the two of us going with you?"

He was very hesitant and felt a little reluctant to play his first game in school, which had a very important commemorative significance.

"You can just watch the game normally."

Karan's answer was directly beyond Steve's expectations.

He looked at the two of them and said slowly.

"This time, I will enter the Forbidden Forest alone."

, but in these seemingly daily plots, there are foreshadowings for the future.

In addition, I actually forgot to write some plots...

Forgot to write...

Forgot to write...

I'm really going to be stupid.

After reacting, I was really scared and broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, I made up for it in time.

Finally, I would like to thank everyone for your continued support, including but not limited to friends who voted for recommendations, friends who gave rewards, friends who continued to read, and even friends who added this book to their reading list. .

thank you all.

It’s hard to write about the parent generation, it’s really hard to write, because it is destined to have unavoidable daily routines, which makes the main plot seem very dragging.

But I still want to restore the original generation.

At least in the above, efforts should be made to restore it.

A reminder: Because words cannot represent the tone, my reply may appear unfriendly in the comment area or in this chapter, but it is not actually the case.Sometimes, just to reply as quickly as possible, I simplify the text and only say the main content, so it becomes like this.I am very willing to discuss something with you.But sometimes I don’t reply, and it’s not because I don’t want to reply, but because I’m a little tired, or I would like it.

, push, chase.

Ahem, thanks