Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

"Strawberry cake for breakfast?"

"It seems a little too sweet."

Mumbling incomprehensible words in his sleep, Rollo opened his eyes in a daze. Although there were two pieces of strawberry cake in front of him, it was a pity that they were not as sweet as cream.

"Morning, Cetina."

Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Luo Luo stretched and greeted him good morning.

"It seems I don't have to prepare breakfast for you?" Setina, who was still lazily lying on her side on the bed, asked jokingly while twirling her hair.

"Ahem~ You still have to eat breakfast. This morning is the first Quidditch match. How can you have the strength to beat up Gryffindor if you don't eat enough?"

"It's a pity that centaurs can't ride brooms, otherwise I would also like the feeling of flying in the sky."

"Don't you have the wings of a thunderbird?"

"It's because I've flown in the sky that I fell in love with that feeling, the feeling of being unrestrained and letting the breeze blow through my body."

"Maybe I can find a solution later, I promise you."

"Really?" Setina propped herself up and sat upright, getting off the bed lightly, "So what do you want for breakfast today? Strawberry cake?"

"That's great. I woke up before I even tasted the sweetness in my dream."

"But no~"

Setina turned around briskly, her hair flying and brushing against the tip of Rollo's nose. She left her house with thin steps, her footsteps gradually moving away.

Luo Luo went to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face, and walked out of the house refreshed. Although it was a cold morning, the warmth left in his body from his homework had not dissipated. The water was a little colder than when he came last night. The fog is not so cold anymore.

Just after leaving the waterfall pool, Rollo heard the sound from the cliff on the side. Setina, who nimbly shuttled through the trees in the mountains like an elf, was carrying a rattan basket full of various berries. In just a few minutes, she seemed to have already made a long circle in the forest.

"Although there is no strawberry cake, the fresh berry cobbler is also delicious. Come over here, my kitchen is here."

She took Rollo to a two-story hut closest to the waterfall pool, but this place was more like a well-equipped potion making room than a kitchen. The shelves were filled with classified and stored herbs, and there were several shelves. The huge crucible was placed on the stove without a flame burning.

"Under normal circumstances, I don't go out very much. I mostly make medicine for my children here. My room is too small to hold so many things."

"Then last night, didn't you just cook the cold-repelling soup in the house?"

"Specially prepared for you." Setina skillfully crushed the fresh nuts and added some seasonings.

"But how did you guess that I would come tonight? It's amazing."

"The stars can always tell us a lot. Although most people can only see some general big things, it is difficult to see these small things, but I am the high priest."

After preparing the jam filling, the work of kneading the dough was left to magic. Setina snapped her fingers, and the oven began to preheat. The flour and water were quickly stirred and combined, and it quickly became soft and fluffy. The dough bounced across the table and was filled with jam fillings.

In just over ten minutes, a hot jam pie with a fruity aroma came out of the oven. When you bite into the slightly crispy dough, you will be greeted by the fragrance of fresh jam.

Although the elves at Hogwarts are very good at all kinds of food, the simple breakfast prepared by Setina is even vaguely better than one, maybe because of the blessing of fresh ingredients, or maybe...whatever.

After drinking today's bowl of cold-repelling sweet soup, and finally chatting with Cetina for a few words, Rollo walked through the mist of the Forbidden Forest and returned to the flat grass of Hogwarts.

At this moment, the sun has completely left the horizon, and there are no snowflakes falling from the sky. Today is a rare sunny day. The little wizards have also come to the auditorium one after another. In more than an hour, the first Quidditch match will be held. It's officially started.

"Why do I feel like you're a little distracted, Harry?"

Rollo, who had already eaten and drank enough, saw Harry who looked worried as he walked through the auditorium. He walked up and sat next to him and asked.

"Maybe I'm too nervous."

Hermione, who was surprisingly not holding a book, said that under normal circumstances, Hermione would hold a book while eating and reading during breakfast. She didn't like to waste time.

"Probably." Harry nodded. He felt that he was a little nervous. "I feel terrible now. I have no appetite."

"Today is the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Harry!"

Rollo patted Harry on the shoulder, and then said seriously:

"Anyway, the outcome of the game is already determined. As long as you try your best, no one will blame you."

"What did you say?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, his mind a little confused.

"Of course the winner must be the Slytherin team led by me! Is there any doubt about this?"

Although saying such words at the Gryffindor table was very provocative, the reaction of the little lions was not that big. Even Wood, who was sitting not far away, laughed out loud after hearing it and said I don't think it's offensive.

"Then you have to work hard, Rollo, I guarantee you won't have a chance to score!"

As the goalkeeper, Wood waved to Rollo. He was full of confidence and motivation at the moment.

"That's what you said, Wood. If I score, you'll have to give me a big Christmas gift! If you win, I'll give you Nimbus 2001, which will be officially released in June next year."

"No problem!" Wood responded, patting his chest after taking a vicious bite of his corned beef sandwich. This momentum seemed to affect Harry as well.

"Wood is right! We will win!"

Harry, who suddenly burst out with energy, still lacked the nervousness he had before. As soon as his blood surged, his courage became extremely strong.

Harry picked up two pieces of toast, spread jam on them and put sausages on them. Harry ate heartily. If Hermione hadn't stopped him from eating too much, he would have wanted to stuff himself to death.

"You won't be able to fly if you eat any more, Harry!"

Harry stopped his hand in a daze, gargled his mouth with the last half cup of hot milk, and burped with satisfaction.

"Hey, where is Rollo?"

"After you worked up your appetite, he went to Slytherin. You should also start moving your body and prepare with Wood."

"what time is it now?"

"Ten minutes past nine."

Hermione glanced at the clock in the Great Hall.

"Well, I'll see you at eleven o'clock. I have to go do some activities to eliminate food. I'm too full. If I don't digest it for a while, I might not be able to fly."

Harry got up quickly and ran to Wood's side in a hurry, urging Wood to move quickly.

It's 55:5, and there are only five minutes left before the start of the game.

The players of the Slytherin team are all ready. Unlike other teams, Slytherin has a full complement of three substitutes, and its training on weekdays is also synchronized with the regular players. This is not common in other college teams. Case.

Unless there is an irresistible attrition, other college teams will not substitute substitutes, and even their substitute positions are very full. Only after the regular players leave the team, the substitutes will fill in and officially participate in training.

Slytherin's three substitutes are all backup players in the Chaser position, but they are not worried that they will not play. This has been confirmed by them in daily training.

"There are still five minutes left." Rollo, who was already moving, stood at the door of the lounge and turned to them.

"I think you should be ready. One and a half months of training is actually not long. We are much behind other academy teams. We do not have rich competition experience, nor do we have enough flight time."

"What we have is just you who were carefully selected from the more than 200 students in Slytherin. What we have is just 24 times of high-intensity training for a total of 72 hours in this month and a half. This is already more than what other college teams have done in the past half a year. That’s a lot of training.”

"Everyone took as much free time as possible to practice without relaxing their studies. You have all successfully completed your tasks. Now, it is us who will turn the practice into practice and tell everyone, What is the true style of our Slytherins?"

"I will lead you to victory, and I will personally demonstrate it to all Slytherins. The flowers and applause received from an upright victory are ten times and a hundred times more enthusiastic than the previous methods!"

"Take your brooms and let's go teach Gryffindors a lesson on what true despair is."

They put on green and silver patterned cloaks, picked up their familiar flying partners, and after pushing open the door of the lounge, they were blown by the strong wind warmed by the sun and sent to the audience seats like a tsunami. Cheers and shouts.

There were many people waving silver-green flags in the Slytherin stands, and huge banners fluttered over the stands, forming a sea of ​​green.

The Gryffindor team wearing bright red jerseys also walked out at this time. The red lion and the green snake faced each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was heightened to the peak.

"Listen, I want everyone to play the game fairly and honestly."

But after the two teams arrived at the center of the court, Mrs. Huo Qi spoke loudly, and her words broke through the noise and reached their ears clearly.

"Abide by the rules of the Quidditch game and respect your opponents. I hope this will be a wonderful game. As the opening game of the Hogwarts Quidditch game, no matter who it is, I hope he can win beautifully. .”

"Then now—"

"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks."

On the eve of the Quidditch match, a magically amplified voice appeared in the stands.

"I am very honored to introduce myself to you. I am Lee Jordan, a handsome single guy in the third year of Gryffindor, and the commentator of this game."

"Now everyone has seen that the players from the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team have entered the stadium. I would like to thank the generous Mr. Rollo for providing the latest Nimbus 2000 broomstick to the entire school team. Please Girls, don't scream, although you can't chase him, you can consider me."

A sound of punches and kicks interrupted Lee Jordan's commentary for a moment.

"Ahem, I mean... now it's the captain's handshake... uh... they've already shaken hands and are riding on the broom. The game is about to start. Please don't mind my unprofessionalism. After all, it's the first time. Once, I was so nervous that I almost peed my pants - Professor McGonagall, please don't fight -"

"Mrs. Hooch picked up the whistle!"

"The Snitch is released! The Bludger is unchained! The Quaffle is launched!"

A crisp whistle announced the start of the game, and Lee Jordan's rapidly moving mouth spat out words clearly.

"They are climbing as fast as arrows! The performance of Nimbus 2000 directly outperforms those old brooms by dozens of blocks - wait! This is not magic!"

"Rollo, Slytherin's captain and chaser, has something wrong with his speed! I can already smell the golden galleons in the air!"

"He's so fast! I swear! He definitely accelerated to 150 miles per hour in two seconds just now!"

"Beautiful steal! Slytherin won the ball and Angelina passed her by. I couldn't pay attention to this charming girl anymore - can Wood reflect it? He has been Gryffindor for many years. The best goalie ever, he—"

"Rolo accelerates into the air, what is he doing! He has reached at least three hundred... not five hundred feet, I can hardly see it - it is a dive!"

"I have never seen such a wild flight. His broom looks like a dragon. Although I am keenly aware that this broom seems to be a little stiff when turning, but!"

"It's so fast!"

"Defense breach! Wood can't stop this rapid dive approaching four hundred miles per hour - is this a monster?"

"Ten points for Slytherin! Now 10:0, Slytherin leads, Angelina gets the ball, she seems a little overwhelmed, two people rush towards her, she hasn't passed the half-time - steal !!”

"Eugene from Slytherin gets the ball - nice! Fred!"

"The Bludger hit Eugene! Our twins always do that - not Fred, he was almost knocked off the broom by the Bludger that Slytherin drew back."

"Another fast break, Rollo got the ball again, but Angelina and Katie Bell formed a defensive line, but Nimbus 2000 couldn't catch up with Rollo! No one can keep the broomstick for a long time. Flying at full speed, even professional Quidditch players cannot maintain rapid speed for a long time——"

"Girls, please cover your skirts. Rollo passed over the audience. Why are you still wearing skirts now in November? A beautiful Z-shaped dodge, and Wood tried to steal it! But this is not a pitch!"

"They are like snakes with one fatal blow! Wood was tricked, Eugene took the pass and scored successfully, 20:0, Slytherin leads!"

"30:0! Katie's Quaffle was snatched away by a shadow before it was even warmed up. Wood, why are you in a daze? Are you scared to death?"

"The Gryffindor team redeployed their formation, with three people protecting the ball. This kind of conservative attack is Wood's style, and sometimes the turtle is too - the turtle shell was smashed, George lost control of the Bludger, how dare they take the initiative To catch the Bludger and use it to counterattack? But the effect was outstanding! Gryffindor's Chaser lineup was broken up, and Slytherin's attack began again!"

"There is no doubt that today's game is Wood's most miserable game! 40:0! It only started for 2 minutes now! Damn it, Gryffindor seems to have been fooled. I have never seen such smooth tactical execution. terrible."

"Gryffindor has applied for a timeout. They need to calm down. They cannot adapt to such a fast pace."

"Maybe we should take this opportunity to talk about Rollo's broom!"

"According to gossip from an anonymous Daily Prophet gossip reporter, Rita Skeeter, Goblin recently received a very considerable special order, and Nimbus Company spent nearly one hundred thousand Galleons on them. A batch of ultra-luxury precision parts were customized to create an ultra-high-end professional-level racing broom that transcends the era.”

"If I'm not wrong! Rollo is riding a forward-looking beta version of this broomstick. According to the information of an anonymous gossip reporter Rita Skeeter, Nimbus Company not long ago We have received a capital injection of up to one million Galleons, so that we have the financial strength to start this extremely expensive development."

"It seems that they are almost successful, but this broom seems to have many shortcomings besides being fast. Maybe we can wait another two years to see the real finished product come to the world."

"Gryffindor's timeout is up, the game restarts, Slytherin has the ball - no doubt, 50:0, maybe men don't need to be fast! But the faster in Quidditch, the better! Wood, you have to cheer up. ! I’ve seen your ass moving on the broom, you should do something, right?”

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"But now I'm starting to doubt whether the Slytherin team can finish the game well."

Lee Jordan, who had already explained the fierce battle for nearly 10 minutes, was almost speechless. This high-intensity fast break, which was almost a one-sided massacre, actually had no bells and whistles.

Everything revolves around Rollo, who is the main goal scorer. The two chasers are responsible for desperate steals. The two batters constantly confront Fred George and steal control of the Bludger. He even didn't hesitate to use his body to bump into it one after another, intercepting the flight of the Bludger.

Everything was about winning the ball and that was executed to perfection.

Due to such a high-intensity confrontation, Slytherin, as the main attacker, has exhausted its substitute quota.

"Draco!"

After seeing that the team members were exhausted, Rollo, who was still in good condition, took a breath and flew high into the sky. Draco, who had never looked for the Golden Snitch from beginning to end, had been entangled with Harry wholeheartedly. He did He is not as good at flying as Harry, and his eyesight is not as sharp as his, but Draco is still quite talented when it comes to clinging to people.

Harry, who had been pestered by Draco for half an hour, almost had his head explode. He had seen the Golden Snitch several times, but Draco didn't give him a chance to catch it. Harry's game experience was no better than that of someone who couldn't stop the ball. How could Wood be better? A sense of frustration lingered in his heart, and there was no way he could do anything about it.

"It's almost over. We can't shave their heads, right?"

Looking at the number 560:0 on the scoreboard, Rollo also planned to end the game.

"You know what your shortcomings are when you go back, right! Use the bonus to buy some delicious food when you go back. Comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical development is what Slytherins should do!"

Slytherin began to reduce its offensive intensity, which made Gryffindor breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. Without substitutes, they were actually in no better condition than Slytherin. The main chasers were Angelina and Katie. If the two of them hadn't held on with a suffocated breath, they would have slipped down the broom.

Wood, who had been stunned by Rollo, could not take advantage of this opportunity to use counterattack tactics. There were a total of [-] shots in the game, and he barely blocked four. For a goalkeeper, this was almost A blow like the sky is falling.

Harry, the only one who was still clear-headed, took less than two minutes to find the golden snitch flashing in the auditorium without Draco's interference. Although he knew that even if he caught it, he would not be able to win, but he looked at the team with a dull look. The atmosphere was so bad that Harry had no choice but to end the game.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The bell rang, the new score card was turned over, and the score finally stayed at the disparity of 580:150.

"Thank you so much for being such a damn rich man!"

At the end of the handshake, Wood, who got off the broom tremblingly, showed a bitter smile with gritted teeth, "I borrowed the broom to ride on for two days. I really don't believe that I can't stop a pitch that is traveling at [-] miles per hour. I want to experience it for myself." Lower your speed."

"Don't you just want to become stronger, Wood, let me teach you a simple method."

After patting Wood's sweaty back, Rollo smiled and spoke.

"Human beings have limits, so if you want to become stronger, then stop being human!"

"By the way, if your eyes can't keep up, don't try such high speeds where there are obstacles. I almost couldn't grasp it, so you have to be careful."

"I will prepare Christmas gifts..."

Wood, who had a dark face, drooped his brows and said, "You are not a human being... I said why I couldn't stop you, but you secretly acted like a human being..."

"Cunning Slytherin, it won't be so easy for you next time!"

Wood, who said the harsh words, left without feeling.

"Thank you so much for the compliment!"

After waving to Wood, the crowd rushed down from the stands and surrounded them, not just Slytherin students, but also people from other houses.

"We won!"

"Congratulations!"

A series of cheers cheered up the tired players, but when they were lifted up and thrown into the air by the crowd, Rollo, who quietly dodged countless hands, slipped out of the field and saw that he had been torn off several times. The cloth jersey sighed helplessly.

"Ze~ Senior sisters who are like wolves and tigers, how can I let you succeed like this?"