HP Wendy's crossing running account

Breezy, sunny, crisp autumn.

Wendy sat on a high stand, looking at the little wizards flying around in the field.Tom wrapped a huge thin silk scarf around her chin and neck, and stuffed a warm pumpkin-shaped hand stove into her bosom.

"It's early autumn." Wendy protested.

Tom patted her head unmoved: "Good boy, it's windy up here."

I don't know what the school thinks, the Quidditch selections of the four colleges are crowded on the same day, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the morning, Hufflepuff and Slytherin in the afternoon.

For Quidditch, Wendy just knows the rules.She couldn't appreciate how perfectly the three-dimensional sawtooth field division could fit the two teams, and she couldn't understand the purpose of the five items in the selection competition.She simply admires the flying posture of teenagers, their flexibility, vigor, and freedom.

How enviable.

Rolanda's flight showed amazing control, she was able to perfectly avoid every obstacle, get to any position that required her, accelerate whenever she wanted to, and stop when she wanted to.

"Anyone may lose the election, only Rolanda will not." Wendy said to Tom, "Her mentality and skills are professional."

Sure enough, as soon as Rolanda got off the broom, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team extended an olive branch to her.You know, there are still seven or eight candidates behind Rolanda who haven't been tested yet.

Miss Huo Qi, who was beaming, rode on the broom, drew a crescent-shaped arc upward from the ground, and landed on the seat next to Wendy.

"I succeeded!"

Wendy nodded and handed her the lunch basket, "Congratulations."

Rolanda wolfed down the two sandwiches, showing a half-happy and half-concerned expression: "Ravenclaw doesn't have any great new players this year." The joy is that he can easily become a member of the team, and the worry is that Ravenclaw The new formation may not be able to beat the other three teams.

Tom: "Ravenclaw has Miss Hooch this year."

Rolanda was suddenly praised by Tom and almost choked on the food. "Thank you, ahem, thank you, Mr. Riddle."

Wendy patted her on the back.

Selection continues.Indeed, as Rolanda said, there are no newcomers on Ravenclaw's side.Instead, it was Gryffindor's half, with cheers and screams from time to time.Tom waved back, and Malcolm McGonagall came over like a little squirrel.

"What do you want to know, Mr. Riddle?"

Tom peeled an orange for him. "The captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team is your sister?"

Malcolm nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, last year. It's rare. In the entire history of Gryffindor, there are only four captains of the third-year Quidditch team. They are—"

"What's the fuss over there?" Tom interrupted.

Little Greg was not annoyed, and sat down next to Tom with a playful smile, and said in a long-talking manner: "You are asking the right person. Speaking of Gryffindor students who signed up for Quidditch trials this year, no one Knows better than I. Now doing the acceleration test is a sophomore, Prewett, who broke the college record by completing a 1.57-meter vertical dive in 100 seconds. And his U-shaped recovery is absolutely beautiful, a hair strand None of them were hurt. This almost pre-determines the position of Gryffindor's future ace."

"Who is that girl surrounded by boys?" Tom's sharp eyes always caught the point.

"Vivienne, the Flower of Gryffindor." Malcolm winked for three seconds, and was shot back by Tom with a sharp look. "She's in the fourth year, and she's roommates with Minerva. In previous years, she's been working hard in flying lessons, but this year," Malcolm gestured, "it's a lot of work. The boys from Gryffindor gave her Taken a nickname - 'air rose'."

"Hey." Tom snorted. "How old are you to call people 'boys'?"

Little Greg rubbed his nose, but by the evasive look in his eyes he knew he hadn't taken Tom's words to heart.

Wendy and his party ate sandwiches and drank black tea for lunch.The first half of the Quidditch selection also came to an end.Jost Weasley becomes a member of the Gryffindor team.Both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's teams are full of fresh blood.It was only when Gryffindor left the field that there was friction with the Slytherins who were about to enter the field.

Even on the high platform, Lucretia's shrill voice could be heard—"Gryffindor chooses Quidditch players because of their looks, as long as they look good, you don't care even if they are Mudbloods." Weiwei An huddled behind the crowd and wiped her tears, while Gran hugged her and lowered his head to comfort her.In front are the young men who are eager to protect the flowers and Walburga's "Guards" are at war.

Then came Minerva McGonagall's soprano: "How is the level of the Gryffindor team, let's talk on the field!"

Captain Monta of Slytherin responded gruffly: "The arena speaks! Now, it's our turn to use the arena!"

"Monta's head is pretty clear," Tom commented, "and Lucretia is a troublemaker." He finished, and gave Malcolm a warning look.

Xiaoge covered his mouth obediently and nodded desperately.

Wendy's attention has long been on Alphard.He was dressed in Quidditch attire, including a robe, boots, and gloves. He was surrounded by Walburga's relatives and friends, and in his hand was the Sweeping Four Stars that caused a sensation in the school. "Alphad, it's hard to get off the tiger."

Tom's eyes darkened.He's a good buddy who might have a vague hope that he won't be selected. If he doesn't make the team, he can keep the two Muggle children; if he is really selected, no one knows what Walburga will do. Come.But on the other hand, it is hard to live up to my sister's expectations with such great fanfare.No matter how you choose, it's difficult.

The much-anticipated Slytherin Quidditch selection has officially begun.

The first to go was Fern Cook.

Through the binoculars, Wendy could see the boy's ugly face.There was no trace of blood on his face, and the hand holding the broom was shaking. "Nervous? It doesn't look like it." She handed the binoculars to the Riddle boy beside her.

Tom looked at it for a while before coming to a conclusion: "It's a trick after all."

Cook was trying to restrain his physical discomfort. He didn't know who put what in his breakfast. He had already run to the toilet all morning, and his stomach still hurt.He also happened to be placed in the first place, who would believe it if it wasn't intentional?Isn't this afraid that the effect of the medicine will expire?

Burke, Flint Jr., and Lucretia admired Cook's embarrassed appearance maliciously while chatting, and burst into laughter from time to time.

"So what if you can participate in the selection? Can you still be selected with the mudblood's poor flying talent?"

"Oh my God, his legs are shaking like a sieve. Could it be a cramp, poor little one. Hahahaha."

"Hey, if you knew the result earlier, why bother to struggle."

Cook completed all five tests with full malice.Although it can only be said to be quite satisfactory, both Tom and Wendy think that it is not easy for him.He is not a talented player, but he works hard.

Unfortunately, when Cook bypassed the last club, he couldn't hold back the abnormality of his body and hit it directly.This is directly judged as a failure in the "obstacles around" category.

"Oh, it's a failure." Wendy sighed.Also of Muggle origin, she has a feeling of sympathy for Cook's experience of bullying in Slytherin.It would be good if he could cross the dragon gate.Now it can only be said that the suffering will continue.

Tom pulled her back into the seat. "Don't think too much, he has already got the opportunity."

"It's not fair that he's unwell."

"That's because he didn't protect himself."

"Tom..."

"If it doesn't work this year, it will be next year, and if it doesn't work next year, it will be the year after. If he really wants to, he can always find a loophole. Slytherin is not just Walburga."

Meanwhile, a similar brawl was going on below the stands.Cook, citing physical discomfort, hopes to get a chance to retake the exam.Matthew Larry also spoke for him, but was strongly suppressed by Walburga's sentence "Once there is an exception, everyone can make excuses for losing the election".

Cook left the field with his head down.He didn't even take the broom with him when he left.He didn't have his own broom, but used old silver arrows provided by the school.

Trials proceeded step by step.

Time passes quickly when there are no troubles.In Wendy's opinion, it was just two cups of tea, and it was Alphard's turn to play.

His figure had already begun to stretch, and he was almost as tall as Walburga from a distance, but he was still thin, with a fragility that was prone to premature death.He climbed onto the broom, blushing on his pale face, kicked off the ground, lifted into the air, and made a wanton arc in the direction of the stands.The wind 50 meters above the ground roiled his brown-black hair, but it couldn't blow away the quiet light in his gray eyes.

Wendy blinked, she felt that Alphard actually really liked flying.No soul that has been imprisoned for a long time can resist the temptation to fly freely.

Lift off and hover, pass the level.

Alley catches, eight out of ten.

Aerial throws, eight out of ten.

Accelerate the dive and sweep the four stars at a very fast speed.

and many more!

This is too fast!

Tom rushed to the edge of the stands with a brisk stride, and there was a cushion spell directed at the bottom.

Wendy followed closely behind and launched a successful levitation spell at Alphard.

With a "click", the precious sweeping four-star that once caused a sensation broke into two pieces from the handle.Fortunately, the little rider who was originally riding on the broom landed safely under the protection of multiple spells.

Alphard's face was as white as paper.No matter how precocious he is, he is still a 12-year-old child. In the face of a near-death situation, he can tremblingly say "the brake system is broken" is the limit of his composure.

Walburga hugged his younger brother and kept comforting him, almost exhausting the tenderness of a year.After all, she still needs face. She said something like "Once an exception is made, everyone can make excuses for losing the election", and now she can't ask Captain Monta to give Alphad a second chance.Besides, Walburga dared not let her precious brother go to heaven in such danger.

When the Walburga party clamoring to complain to the sweeping company had gone away, Tom went down to the ground and handed Alphad a cup of hot drink with cold hands and feet. "are you OK?"

Alphard took a sip trembling, and returned to his usual young master who ignored everything: "What can I do? I'm fine, I mean, that's fine. At least Mr. Larry won't be involved. No Who can be blamed for the new broom that passed the performance test? Could it be my sister?"

"You think this is, an accident?"

Alphard was a little stunned: "Otherwise, could it be man-made? Who would dare to attack me?"

Tom sullenly said nothing.

Alphard closed his eyes and meditated. After about 2 minutes, he let out a long breath: "I, don't pursue it, and don't let me know." He ran towards the castle like flying, as if to Something filthy left behind.

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Merry Christmas and happy birthday to me.