Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

With the blessing of serious study and hard work.

The strength of Jack and the others has been rising again and again.

Of course, no matter how much you value your studies, you still need to relax after a long and intense sprint.

exactly.

It's time for Quidditch.

A few people temporarily slowed down their studies and followed the crowd to watch the Quidditch match together.

People live in their own world.

Jack already has a deep understanding of this sentence.

Away from Harry, even though he was still studying at Hogwarts, he still had two friends, Hermione and Neville, who were from the Lion's House.

I still know less about Harry than I did in my previous life.

In other words.

If his memories of his previous life were covered up.

Then his impression of Harry was probably that of the Boy-Who-Lived and the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts in a hundred years.

Even Harry got the latest broomstick.

I just found out about it too.

There is so little exchange of information.

It's like being in a different world.

"Slytherin is really exaggerating. Everyone has changed to the latest Nimbus 2000." Neville was amazed.

"That's very expensive. The gold galleons a flying broom costs, if converted into Muggle currency, can buy a small house in the Muggle world." Hermione was also surprised.

It is said that wizards are crazy and obsessed with the activity of Quidditch.

I didn't expect it to reach this level.

Even the equipment used by the members of the school team is so expensive.

"I heard that Slytherin is sponsored by Malfoy." John said vaguely, chewing chips in his mouth, "They are indeed rich. In comparison, Gryffindor only has Harry has Nimbus 2000. The two sides are not on the same level."

"That's really rich." Hermione's eyes widened.

"That's not the point, right?" John glanced at Jack, "You're going on a date with your girlfriend, why are you taking me with you? I still want to sleep a little longer."

"What are you talking about?" Jack glared at him.

Turning to look at Hermione.

Hermione was seen blushing.

Her pink lips opened and closed, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

I wonder if you want to refute John’s remarks?

Still reluctant to refute?

"Go watch your game and don't talk nonsense." Jack said abruptly.

He didn't want to mess around with the relationship before the time came.

"You can't find a girlfriend like this." John shrugged, "Besides, what does this competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin have to do with me, a Hufflepuff wizard? If you hadn't forced me to Pull me over here, I'm too lazy to come."

Jack was speechless.

Simply choose to let nothing happen and deal with it coldly.

Probably knowing that this topic was not a good one, Neville pointed and said, "Look, Harry is here!"

The awkward atmosphere dissipated with these words.

Everyone's attention turned to the inside of the stadium.

The Quidditch competition venue is a building larger than a football field.

In the middle is a spacious, empty lawn.

Around the site, there are many tall towers.

They were on top of one of the towers.

Looking down.

The Gryffindor team is not much bigger than ants.

Jack had to sigh.

Neville has such a nice look in his eyes.

It was actually possible to see Harry like this.

He couldn't see clearly.

He reached out and pulled Hermione, leaned into her ear and asked, "Can you see clearly? Why can't I see? Am I short-sighted?"

It's not that he deliberately made small moves.

When the team entered the field, the wizards cheered enthusiastically.

Even if you shout loudly, you may not be heard clearly.

On the contrary, this seemingly intimate action is extremely effective.

Hermione glared at Jack.

When John talked about her heartbeat just now, Jack actually chose to avoid talking about it.

This made her feel extremely embarrassed.

Now I came to chat with her intimately.

Act as if nothing happened.

This person is simply not a man.

Hermione, who was angry, did not answer at all, but looked angrily towards the center of the field.

Seeing this, Jack could only scratch his head helplessly.

Glanced at John.

I saw him laughing and winking.

After a while, he pointed at the court.

He opened his mouth and said something.

Unfortunately, the environment was too noisy and I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Looking at the action, I guess it means focusing on watching the game?

Jack had no choice but to focus on the game.

The wizards cheered one after another.

The only thing that could suppress the cheers was the voice explaining the game.

Through commentary.

Jack did hear Harry's name.

Draco's name was also heard.

I don't even know the rest.

After introducing the participants from both sides, the rules of the competition were explained again.

Then, at the referee's signal, the game started.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin teams flew around the venue on broomsticks.

Harry was waiting in mid-air.

As a seeker, he is waiting to catch the golden snitch that can determine the outcome of the game.

Even Jack had no interest in Quidditch.

Being in such an atmosphere, I knew more or less about Quidditch.

He knew that the Golden Snitch was a golden sphere slightly smaller than a tennis ball.

This thing flies so fast that most people can't even see a trace of it, let alone catch it.

Jack is just an average guy.

He didn't see the Snitch.

Instead, he saw Harry start to take action.

Fly fast in mid-air.

In front of Harry, a golden bright spot flashed past.

Maybe that's the so-called Golden Snitch?

Jack didn't know either.

He stared wide-eyed for a moment.

Until my eyes were sore, I couldn't see clearly.

Compared to this inexplicable golden snitch.

Jack found the interaction between the Gryffindor and Slytherin players more interesting.

Quidditch, except for the golden snitch that can determine victory or defeat, can be regarded as the wizarding world's version of flying ice hockey in mid-air.

Players from both sides chase each other and hit a Quaffle into the ring guarded by the opponent.

Those who succeed can get extra points.

It doesn't matter if you add points or not.

The important thing is that the process of chasing and hitting the Quaffle is no different from ice hockey.

Players from both sides can even fight each other.

That's exciting.

Quidditch also has a ball called the Bludger.

Jack felt that that one was made for fighting.

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin desperately hit the Bludgers towards the opposing players.

Try to shoot down the opponent directly.

no doubt.

Only a weakling would chase the Golden Snitch.

Of course a real man would rip off the opponent's head and hit it with a ball!

Watching the players from both sides continue to fight in mid-air.

From time to time there was blood splattering.

There were one or two team members who fell from the sky.

The adrenaline is really pumping!

The ancestral pirate genes will be revived!