The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

"How can Snape be fair? He will definitely let us lose to Hufflepuff, so that the Slytherin team will have a chance to surpass us!" Fred shouted, and his voice even reached Slytherin. Lytlin's long table.

Many students from the Snake Academy cast unkind looks at him.

"Then why are we competing? We might as well just admit defeat. We are losing anyway, and our opponent is Hufflepuff. We might as well preserve our strength."

At this time, Ron on the side whispered softly.

"Ronald, what are you talking about?" After hearing his brother say such words, George flew over and held down Ron's head.

"Do you understand tactics? Tactics. If we admit defeat, then although we lose, the score will be zero to zero. If the scores in the big field are the same, the score in the small field is the key to victory."

Ron struggled and stuck his head out and said, "Think about Snape. If he was really the referee, what do you think the final score would be?"

"He will definitely make Gryffindor lose as badly as possible. After all, the worse we are, the greater the probability that the Slytherin team will win."

George's hands gradually relaxed, and Ron's broke free.

As a die-hard Quidditch fan, Ron knows all the rules of the game.

Even in Muggle football games, there are cases where players deliberately play passively in order to obtain a better qualifying environment.

They will do anything to win.

Gryffindor is facing such a situation now.

When you know that you will lose miserably in the next game, stopping the loss in time may be the most correct way.

but...

If they really chose to surrender without a fight, then they wouldn't be Gryffindors.

"We have to play!"

Wood was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and said to everyone.

"If we admit defeat, it will be like we are afraid of Slytherin and dare not face Snape. This will only make them more arrogant."

Wood opened his eyes and said tenaciously: "I would like to see what their expressions would be like if we won."

"That's right!" George was also ignited with enthusiasm. He waved his fists and raised his arms and said: "Gryffindor will win!"

"Gryffindor must win!"

"Definitely!"

...

Although Gryffindor had been rekindled by Wood and was in full swing at the moment, the competition didn't start until February.

In the next two weeks, Wood turned on the devil captain mode. Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snow, he still forced all the players to train.

Every movement and every coordination strives for perfection.

The time has come to the second week after Christmas.

On Wednesday afternoon, Harry walked in from the tower covered in mud. He was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to take a shower.

The twins looked similar. I heard it was because it was raining today and the weather was extremely humid. They were thrown off the broom several times when they were practicing dives.

Hermione, who was playing chess with Ron, immediately got up and ran to Wood to discuss the matter.

Training is so dangerous. If someone gets injured, then they really should give up the game.

However, Anthony, who had been watching the game, didn't think so. He believed that Hermione obviously couldn't beat Ron at chess, so she found an excuse to run away.

Look at her few white stones on the chess card...

That's why he doesn't play chess with Ron.

"boom!"

"oops!"

The fire in the lounge was blazing, and after taking a bath, Harry sat in the armchair closest to the flame, like a salted fish without dreams.

And at this moment, suddenly, a scream came from the doorway.

Everyone turned around and saw that Neville seemed to have his legs tied by someone and fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

Hermione hurriedly ran over and helped him up. Then Anthony lifted the spell for him. Several people sat around the armchairs and asked him.

"It's Malfoy." Neville said with a trembling voice: "I met him outside the library. He said he was practicing spells..."

"Then you were trained?" Anthony asked in surprise.

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged, "Sue him. Deduct points from him."

"I..."

Neville lowered his head and said vaguely, "I don't want to cause trouble."

"Hit him! Neville! The more you are afraid of him, the more he will bully you. Look at Anthony, does Malfoy still dare to find him?" Ron shouted angrily. He had long been unhappy with Malfoy. , but since he was beaten by Anthony, he never bothered them again, which gave him nowhere to vent his anger.

"You don't have to say that I'm too cowardly and not worthy of being in Gryffindor. Malfoy has already said it." Neville choked up suddenly, and big tears fell from his eyes.

Seeing that Neville was so sad, the friends here couldn't bear to say anything. Harry turned over, stood up from the armchair, reached into his robe pocket, and took out a horseshoe-shaped chocolate. This is Christmas. He handed Neville the last piece in the box that Hermione had given him for the holidays.

"You are better than many Malfoys." Harry patted his shoulder and said, "Where is Malfoy? That annoying Slytherin."

"That's right! Slytherin is like that, he bullies the weak and fears the strong. Let's go, let's go find him now!" Ron suddenly jumped up, pulled out his wand, and yelled at everyone.

"Yes! Let's go find him to settle the score." Harry immediately agreed.

"What are you going to do? Fight? If Mag..."

"Come on Hermione, Malfoy bullies other houses every day, why haven't you seen Snape take care of it?" Before Hermione could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ron and retorted.

"Wait...I..." Neville showed a weak smile. He was a little reluctant. He didn't want to cause trouble, let alone be deducted points by the professor.

"Cheer up, Neville." Anthony walked over quickly, pulled Neville up from the chair, and said, "If there were no Harry Potter, this book would be called Neville Lombard. You But savior number two!”

"what!"

"What are you talking about!" Neville's lips twitched and he said unclearly.

"It's okay, I mean, let's go beat him up! Anyone who dares to bully our dormitory will be punished by God!"

With that said, the people present did not wait for Neville's consent, and directly carried him out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Hermione also followed them. In her words, she was here to supervise them and prevent things from getting too big.

In this way, the group of people walked toward the library in a mighty manner.

After walking a few steps through the moving stairs, they bumped into Malfoy and his two followers who were surrounding a certain little Hufflepuff wizard.

"This guy is really..."