Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Fred sat bored in the audience seats of the Quidditch field. He felt like he was suffering from what Muggles call traumatic injury syndrome.

He wasn't quite sure whether it met the criteria for the disease or not, but that's what Charlie told him.

Although a month and a half had passed and it was already mid-May, he still had no interest in anything.

Just like the inter-school Quidditch final in front of him, although the game was very intense and exciting, he really couldn't muster up any energy.

All the details of that night tour would appear in his mind from time to time.

Hey.

That night, George also went out for a night walk and waited pitifully in the castle for most of the night.

Even now when I think about my own experience, I still find it very exciting.

Thinking of this, Fred glanced at Sebastian sitting in the professor's chair with resentment on his face.

hateful!

Why did Professor Swan put a gag order on himself? !

It’s such a bizarre experience, but I can’t tell anyone anything about it. It’s really suffocating!

Whether it was the battle between professors or the heritage of Gryffindor, Professor Swan would not allow himself to reveal a single word to the outside world.

For this purpose, Professor Swan even made himself sign a magic contract!

This is so abominable, this is not trusting yourself!

Obviously, he was very good at keeping secrets, and at most he just revealed the truth to George.

Fred once maliciously speculated that Professor Swan must have gagged him because he didn't want others to know how miserable he was.

After all, he still remembered clearly how miserable Professor Swan looked when he emerged from the secret realm.

The professor's right face was a little swollen, his eyes had turned into panda eyes, and his clothes were very messy, as if he had been ravaged by someone.

He remembered that after the professor came out, he said something like: "Damn Old Deng, you are so cruel, hiss, it hurts..."

Fred's head was full of question marks. Until now, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Isn't it the heritage of Gryffindor?

The professor didn't look like he had gained any benefit, but rather like he was in danger.

Is that a fake inheritance?

How terrible! Fortunately, I was rejected by that light gate.

Otherwise, with my own strength, I would probably have to stay there forever.

After Professor Swann appeared, the light gate and the boulder cracked together, and now all you can see if you go there is just rubble on the ground.

Therefore, what is inside that light gate, probably only Professor Swan knows.

Fred looked at Professor Snape, who was sitting next to Professor Swann, and felt a deep admiration for him.

Professor Snape is such a workaholic!

Despite being injured, he asked the principal for the right to substitute for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ever since Professor Robert was sent to Azkaban, Snape has been teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

To be honest, Headmaster Dumbledore should really give Professor Snape a special contribution award to commend his dedicated work attitude.

Besides, Fred really wanted to have a good chat with Snape to express his gratitude.

Helpless, although Snape had saved his life, they were not familiar with each other and he really couldn't open his mouth.

"Fred, stop daydreaming! Come on and cheer for Hogwarts!"

Fred glanced at George, who was urging him to cheer for Hogwarts, and a sense of superiority arose in his heart.

George, my silly old man, you have no idea what I've been going through.

When the day comes when the truth is revealed, don't be too envious of your brother.

Fred perked up and shouted to the sky, "Charlie, stop daydreaming and catch the golden snitch!"

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After the preliminaries, the Hogwarts team advanced to the finals with a record of two wins and two losses, and the Durmstrang team with three wins.

The game became intense from the start, with the two teams fighting hard and the score was very close.

To win the game, it now depends on which of the two teams' seekers is the better one.

Charlie was flying in the sky, concentrating on searching for the Golden Snitch, and he noticed nothing except the sound of the wind.

All he had eyes for was the Snitch and his rival, Krum.

Suddenly, Krum began to descend rapidly on his broomstick.

"Another Wronski fake!"

Charlie saw through Krum's intention. He had just confirmed that there was no Golden Snitch below.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Charlie thought of a classic line he had seen in Muggle Studies class.

"How naive, Krum! The same trick won't work on me!"

He jerked his broomstick up and climbed high into the sky at full speed, as if he had already discovered the Golden Snitch and was making the final sprint.

Sure enough, after discovering that Charlie was climbing at full speed, Krum, who was descending rapidly, slammed on the brakes and then chased Charlie with all his might.

"Haha, you're just a third-year boy! You're still too young to play psychological warfare on me!"

Charlie looked at the deadlocked score and made a decision in his heart.

He decided to take some risks and bring this game to a perfect end!

He has already turned down offers from several professional teams, so this may be his last official Quidditch game.

He wanted to put a perfect end to his Quidditch career, he wanted Hogwarts to win!

He looked at Marcus, and when he noticed him, he made a furtive gesture to him.

Then he lowered his flying altitude, squeezed next to Krum, and flew side by side with him. No matter how Krum flew, he held on tightly.

Charlie was doing three things at once: looking for the Golden Snitch while closely following Krum's flight path. Most importantly, he was keeping a tight control on the line of sight between Krum and Marcus.

Finally, Charlie got the opportunity he wanted. He grinned and laughed unscrupulously.

"Krum!"

Charlie roared at the top of his lungs, but the strong wind in his face made his voice a little distorted.

"Have you ever been knocked down by a Bludger?!"

As soon as the words fell, all the audience members took a deep breath at the same time.

A black shadow suddenly whizzed across the sky at an astonishing speed and arrived next to Charlie's face in the blink of an eye.

At the critical moment, Charlie lowered his head and dodged the rapidly approaching Bludger.

Then, the Bludger pierced through the air with amazing energy and hit Krum hard.

"Merlin!!!" the audience screamed.

With a thud, Krum's figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

The sudden change left everyone present stunned.

No one expected that in such a fierce game, Charlie and batsman Marcus would play such a wonderful cooperation to help Hogwarts lock in the victory in advance.

"Hahahaha, Charlie, well done!"

Amid Marcus's laughter that resounded throughout the stadium, Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff stood up eagerly and ran towards the court.

When Krum opened his eyes in Karkaroff's arms, he heard the whistle for the end of the game.

drop----

"Hogwarts for the win!"

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