The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

For a long time, the little wizards were happily discussing the elective class before Halloween.

After all, this is the first time that the fifth and seventh graders have taken a practical class, and it is conducted in this kind of college competition.

They also indirectly felt the strength of Professor Ricardo - it took them a long time to deal with a giant monster, but Professor Silva directly brought the giant monsters to the hall unscathed and gave them a special bath!

Other grades are also envious of them - practical activities are obviously more popular than theoretical classes, but Chino will only lead them to read textbooks, and even ask him how to deal with vampires.

When other grades saw this, they almost wanted to ask Chino: What did you teach? !

This pisses Kino off, but of course, nothing changes.

"Master...Master, I...can I really only be like this?"

"You have to be patient, Quirinus," Voldemort said coldly. "We are the ones who want to do great things. Don't care about the opinions of these little brats. Educating them will only provide Dumbledore with more opportunities to oppose us. strength."

"Besides, do you really know Defense Against the Dark Arts? What else can you really do besides reading textbooks?"

"..." I can actually do a lot of things like Volt, Earth, and Demon.

……

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake surface was as cold and hard as tempered steel.

This morning it was clear and cold.The restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily.

The ground on the Quidditch pitch was frozen with frost. Hagrid, the keykeeper, wrapped himself in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots to clean broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch. Frost.

"Hey, Mr. Hagrid, hello." Ricardo walked up to Hagrid and greeted him while shuddering.

"Oh? Isn't this the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who saved the little savior in July?" Hagrid said with a smile, "Why are you here at the Quidditch pitch today?"

He patted Ricardo's shoulder lightly, but the force made Ricardo fall in love with him.

"Isn't there going to be a Quidditch match today?" Ricardo breathed into the palm of his hand, "I'm here to help you make some arrangements."

"Burning fire!"

“Clean and new!”

Ricardo used the magic spell freely, while Hagrid used physical methods to defrost the frost, his eyes full of envy.

"Ah, wand, I wish I could use it in public."

"why not?"

"Sorry, I..." Speaking of this, Hagrid muttered, a little at a loss.

"Okay... then I wish you the best." Ricardo stopped the topic empathetically.

"Thank you."

Soon after, with the help of Ricardo, Hagrid completed the task. He said he was going to the hut to get something and left the stadium.

Ricardo walked around the court a few times and came to the professor's chair after Mrs. Hooch arrived.

At around nine o'clock, most of the students came to the Quidditch pitch, and almost all the professors came as well. Flitwick sat next to him and asked teasingly:

"Why don't you study in the office today? It turns out you are still interested in brooms."

"Go out for a walk and collect your thoughts," Ricardo said. "In fact, I only know about seven hundred ways to foul Quidditch, and they all appeared in a World Cup game in [-]. - This reminds me of a country that had a good life, and a country that shot Emperor Taizong blind many times."

"……What's the meaning?"

Flitwick didn't understand, and Ricardo smiled enigmatically and didn't answer.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many students also brought binoculars.The seats are literally raised to mid-air, but it's still hard to see the game at times.

This is the Quidditch battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The flags of Slytherin and Gryffindor are hung high, and their respective students are shouting for cheers.

A huge banner - it looked like a sheet - hung in the top row of Gryffindor. It read "Potter Must Win", with a large Gryffindor lion painted underneath. The paint shimmers with different colors.

"Who do you think cast this color spell?" Ricardo pointed to the banner, "If it was cast by a first-year student, that student is really a smart person."

"Oh, I think it's Miss Hermione Granger," Flitwick took a look and judged, "She is the only one with such skills."

Hermione again?6?1 Granger?Ricardo blinked, thinking.

At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi, as the referee, stood in the center of the court, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.

“Listen, I want everyone to play fair and honestly,” she shouted once the players gathered around her.

As she spoke, her eyes glanced in the direction of Slytherin.

"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks."

When everyone got on their brooms, Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle as hard as she could.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The game started.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor! What an excellent Chaser that girl is, and she's also very charming!"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted angrily, as if her own daughter had been raped by some brat.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Mag didn't speak. She stood next to the narrator and supervised his work.

"She was really running all the way up there, and she made a beautiful pass to Alia Spinnet..."

"How do you feel, Ricardo?" Flitwick looked at Ricardo, who was squinting his eyes, and asked.

"It's a bit exciting...it looks exciting - wait, is that a snitch?"

Ricardo asked the same question as the commentator. He saw a golden light flying past the left ear of a Slytherin player, and there was a murmur among the crowd.

As a seeker, the savior swooped down to chase the golden stream of light.The Slytherin Seeker saw it too.The two of them ran side by side towards the snitch.

The chasers seemed to have forgotten what they should be doing, and were hovering in the air one by one, watching.

Obviously, Mr. Savior is faster than Higgins, but——

Bang!

There was an angry roar from the Gryffindors below.A troll-like Slytherin player deliberately bumped into the Savior. His broomstick jerked off course, but the Savior held on to it.

"foul!"

cried the Gryffindors.

Mrs Hooch angrily reprimanded Flint before ordering Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the goalposts.

But in the chaos, the Snitch disappeared from sight again.

"I kind of hate this kind of competition," Ricardo sighed. "These kids deserve a beating."