Spell Players at Hogwarts

The Quidditch field, a spectacular mirror that has never been seen in a century, made all the old seniors clamor to play.

The mascots of the three academies complement each other, especially the representative of Ravenclaw, and everyone who sees it is in awe.

"so……"

Lynch looked at Cedric hesitantly, "How about I tell you the method? There is really no shame in using the things we have arranged ourselves."

Lynch was commanding Kunpeng... or the eagle was poking out of the clouds. He had to admit that the abundant moisture in Hogwarts also kept Lynch at a minimum.

So, what should this move be called?Simple light and shadow magic?

"You don't need to teach me!" Cedric blushed, as if he had no part in arranging the things in the venue.

"Come on Hufflepuff!"

Cedric swung his wand vigorously. Although there was no real vibration, under the catalysis of the optical signal simulation runes in the Quidditch field, dozens of flat-headed brothers burst out of the ground and instantly occupied the entire Quidditch field. Strange stadium.

Although the flat-headed brothers are small in size, under Cedric's full urging, each one is at least as wide as Hagrid.

The pale hair adds a hint of ruthlessness to these unyielding creatures, and they roar angrily...

But no sound can be produced.

"It's the limit, Seide." Lynch said with a click of his tongue, shaking his head and praising Versailles literature to the extreme.

"I..." Cedric's face turned red and he winked at his team crazily.

However, the little badgers who did not fight or grab could not organize effective help. However, with the advantage of large numbers of people, the flat-headed brothers quickly filled up the entire stadium.

In terms of numbers, can the little badgers still lose?

The twins couldn't help cheering while riding on their broomsticks, but more Quidditch players looked confused.

Is this...the four colleges going to war?

Do you want to go back and take out the wand?

"So, Headmaster Dumbledore, it's not Slytherin versus Gryffindor today?"

Sitting on the viewing platform, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department, asked with a confused look, why would a good Quidditch...

"Ha, it's interesting, isn't it, Mr. Bagman." Dumbledore chuckled, looking at the unreasonable transfiguration on the field, what should he say?

energetic?

"Not bad, but..." Bagman muttered. He didn't care about the opening ceremony of Quidditch right now.

After all... those goblins are pushing me too hard. As a world-class Quidditch star and the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, is it possible that I, Bagman, can still rely on your gold coins?

Huh, a bunch of mean and mean guys who want money, wait until I make this money...

"Principal Dumbledore, which team do you like more?"

"I haven't studied Quidditch very much, but didn't the commentator just say that what is Gryffindor...the golden generation?"

"Ha, that's what I thought too." Bagman laughed. As a professional Quidditch player, is it difficult to do a simple strength analysis in Quidditch?

"I didn't expect Mr. Bagman to still be so concerned about the Quidditch finals at Hogwarts." Old Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "Well, would you like a piece of toffee?"

"Uh, forget it, I'm not hungry yet." Bagman's expression changed, recalling the snacks Dumbledore gave him last year, and he didn't want to experience the experience of needing a large bottle of water in one bite.

So...Dumbledore actually wore dentures, right?

Rubbing his aching teeth, Bagman also returned his attention to the competition.

Due to the consumption of magic power, Slytherin's bones...the transformation spell has dissipated, followed by the Gryffindor lion, and then...the flat-headed buddies all over the floor.

Although these little things look good individually, if they gather in a pile, the white fur all over the screen is clamoring to challenge you. More importantly, Mrs. Hodge has nowhere to enter.

"Thank you very much for the wonderful work. I have to mention, Lynch, do your family members know about such a perverted transformation technique?"

Jordan used a unique skill. This licking behavior that exploited every opportunity and left no trace was simply several levels better than Cedric's.

Hmm, maybe...it also has something to do with the object?

"Jordan, concentrate on explaining." There was a hint of smile in Professor McGonagall's voice. Wasn't such an outstanding transfiguration genius brought out by her herself?

"Oh! Yes, Professor, let's do this...forget it, Mrs. Hodge has already entered the scene!"

A female teacher with gray hair on her head was riding a broomstick and speeding along the ground. Looking at the sand brought up by the high speed, Lynch could see Mrs. Hodge's love for the earth at a glance.

When it comes to earth escape, Mrs. Hoch is definitely the strongest!

The Quidditch players in the sky spontaneously formed a circle, with half-and-half red and green colors. It seemed that there was an amazing tacit understanding between the two men who were useless in Ravenclaw.

"Both captains shake hands!"

In the middle of the court, Charlie moved his arm maliciously.

"Are you ready to fail?" Charlie had a playful smile on his face.

"It's always you Gryffindors who lose." Richard responded not to be outdone, "You'd better not be beaten so hard that you go home crying and call your mother. Without your eldest brother, do you think you can touch that trophy? "

"I hope you can be so brave again soon." Charlie clenched his hands calmly. As a man who would tame a dragon in the future, Charlie's foul physique made Richard miserable.

"Okay!" Mrs. Hodge was not surprised and separated the two of them.

"Now, listen, I want a fair game." Mrs. Hodge looked at the indignant Richard unabashedly, "Please get on your broomstick."

The two slowly took off into the sky, and the red and green sides were clearly confronting each other.

Mrs. Hodge kicked the suitcase containing the Quidditch ball with her foot. The Bludger flew into the air first, and next to it, a golden light flashed away.

"The Golden Snitch has taken off!" Jordan shouted, and the whistle to start the game was sounded simultaneously with the vermilion Quaffle.

"Game start!"

As the bell rang, the teams that were originally facing each other instantly became intertwined.

"So, why didn't Charlie keep an eye on the Golden Snitch from the beginning?" Lynch looked at the shuttle team members with questions in his mind. Although he couldn't see the location of the Golden Snitch, he was vaguely touched...

"What?" Cedric asked without looking back, "If you say anything stupid again, the Golden Snitch is very fast."

"But it won't be faster than a broom, right?" Lynch paused, "If, I mean if, of the three types of Quidditch balls, only the Bludger and the Golden Snitch are endowed with magic. Although it cannot be carefully It’s difficult to distinguish, but the judgment between the two streams should still be no problem, right?”

"Do you think you are...Jin Feixia?"

"Uh... okay." Lynch said uncertainly, because this was also the first time he felt this strange change, just like a mosquito gently kissing your earlobe on a quiet summer night. …

"Lin Qi, you were bitten." Qiu slapped Lin Qi on the back of his neck, "It was a buzz bug."

"Buzzworms? Where did the buzzworms come from?" Feeling the itching on the back of your neck, how could such a small thing that could only be hidden in moss appear in Hogwarts?

"I don't know, have you dug into some secret tunnel recently?" Qiu looked at Lin Qi with an unfriendly expression, "You said that everyone should act together."

"I do not……"

Before Lin Qi finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd behind him.

"Ah, I'm sorry, give way. I'm not late, am I?"

Hagrid was still wearing... well, his fur coat was damaged, and it looked like the giant ground sloths lying on the edge of the Forbidden Forest wouldn't be comfortable for much longer.

"Ha, Hagrid!" Lynch raised an eyebrow, "How are Nasus and Renekton?"

"The two little guys are a bit naughty. I put them with the centaurs because I have been helping them with some help recently, and Nia likes them very much..." Hagrid held a huge telescope and looked at the pattern. It should be the same model as the observatory.

Or binoculars!

"This telescope is so cool!" Qiu said with some envy, and then Hagrid took off half of it.

Recalling the numerous requests and complaints made by the anonymous astronomy professor for equipment replacement, he must have fainted in the toilet from crying.

"Thank you Hagrid!" Qiu said sweetly, and then clamped the arm-length telescope on the railing.

"I thought I was going to be unable to catch up. How is the competition now?"

"It's just getting started." Lynch leaned comfortably on the railing. As a mixed stand, Hagrid's arrival immediately solved the crowding problem.

"That's good, do you want some snacks? I brought some nuts." Hagrid handed a bag of nuts to Lynch.

Well, it's about the size of a fist, has a five-millimetre-thick skin, and is brown and black overall. It looks like a square version of roasted chestnuts with sugar.

Lynch skillfully used a cutting spell to deal with it, and then listened to the sound of Hagrid chewing something.

Sure enough, wearing it with the skin and without it are completely two different experiences.

"Lynch, be serious, you are a member of Ravenclaw." Qiu patted Lynch on the back and signaled Lynch to stop sharing snacks.

"I'm still Hufflepuff..." Cedric pressed softly, but this only elicited a sneer from Flinda.

I was really blind last semester!

However, this still couldn't disturb Jordan's passion. Although Lynch was worried about whether Jordan could still serve as a commentator for a while, but...

"Gryffindor's Bailey held the ball. They used an eagle shape to break through Slytherin's defense. They were very fast. Bailey bypassed one person. Now the three chasers have completely penetrated into Slytherin's hinterland. .”

"Slytherin's Marcus tried to steal the ball. To be honest, I don't recommend it...Beautifully, Bailey swung Marcus away with a scorpion tail, but now he is also trapped in Slytherin's siege."

Whoosh!

Accompanied by a strong sound of breaking through the air, the Bludger came in force.

"A beautiful volley. I love you so much Fred. If you win this championship, I will deliver breakfast to your bedside until the end of the month!"

"Game, Jordan, game!"

"Pele still breaks in, can he score?"

"Warrington, the Slytherin keeper, is in front, damn, he's like a door!"

"The Quaffle was knocked down by him with his broom, and so on... Angelina pounced from below, and bypassed Warrington with a fish underwater. She was a brave and beautiful girl, and she won ten points for Gryffindor. A precious start!"

roar~

The roar of the lion sounded again in the golden-red ocean. It seemed that the little lions had completely mastered the elements of this skill.

However, such a wonderful goal only scored ten points. Compared with the Golden Snitch with 150 points, fifteen goals is definitely a difficult test for all players. What's more, only the Golden Snitch has the ability to end the game.

Well, of course, this is also related to the ability of the players. After all, in the Quidditch World Cup, even if the Golden Snitch was caught, it still did not lead to victory.

As long as the gap is 150 points, who can say that this is not a victory of teamwork?

Charlie is such a hunter. While relying on his strong physique to compress the opponent's hunter's space, he also plays a guest role as a chaser from time to time to help the players break through the defense.

According to George, the England national team has sent a trial invitation to Charlie, which is enough to show his strong and excellent genes.

Could it be that Aunt Molly turned out to be...

Judging from the food ratio, this is not impossible.

Who is not young yet?

The game continued. In just 15 minutes, with sufficient preparation, Gryffindor successfully scored 15 points, while Slytherin only scored [-] points in these [-] minutes.

As for the Slytherin hunter who was trained like a chicken...

How did Gryffindor lose?

Lin Qi felt a little bad. If his two hundred galleons were wasted, wouldn't it be a blood loss?

Hey, I haven’t done the first round of blood recovery yet!

However, the situation on the court remained unchanged. Amid Jordan's excited commentary, in just half an hour, Gryffindor had widened the score gap to [-] points.

Lynch had to lament Jordan's golden voice. Even the best radio would not dare to be so arrogant, but Jordan's tone still did not drop. It was not until Angelina was intercepted by a mistake that Slytherin showed his fangs. .

As a well-known old Yinbi in the wizarding world, Slytherin has always adhered to the truth of winning by any means. Only the winner can write history, and once the opponent shows signs of fatigue, adding insult to injury and eradicating the root cause is the most correct way to start.

"T word, attack!"

Richard licked his lips, and a trace of blush appeared on his pale face, and this was like a signal. Wasn't it that he had reserved his strength for half an hour just to wait until the opponent was weaker than himself to attack?

The defender's advantage, now, is transition.

In terms of offensive fouls, the more than 700 foul methods in Quidditch always have their place where they should be shown.

This is called stepping on the line reasonably!