A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 551: Quidditch and strong emotions

Hermione stood at the door of the dressing room, looking around constantly, and the snowflakes in the sky had accumulated a thick layer on her hat.

She let out a breath of air and stomped her feet from the cold.

"I forgot to bring the temperature-controlled locket... Oh, yes, warming up like a furnace!" She took out her wand and pointed at herself, and a warm current spread all over her body in an instant, as if she was sitting in a lounge burning By the fireplace, she couldn't help yawning.

The locker room door opens.

Betty came out first, looking listless, followed by Fred and George, their shoulders slumped, as if they were going to a battle that was doomed to failure, Angelina's headache came from the door of the lounge : "Well, Harry, you persuade him, wish us luck..."

Harry responded vaguely, and then Angelina came out with a numb face, and her expression was even weirder, Hermione thought. Angelina appeared to be dead, just a husk wandering around.

Hermione walked in and Ron sat in the corner of the lounge. Harry glared at him.

"What's the matter, the game is about to start, everyone is not in a good mood? Oh, oh, uh——"

Hermione passed Harry and saw Ron leaning back on the bench, his eyes glazed over, his face pale, and his eyes staring absently at the ceiling.

Harry gave Hermione a look.

At this moment, Ron moved suddenly, so deftly that Harry and Hermione were surprised.

"Harry, do me a happy charm," he said eagerly.

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Happy Charm," said Ron, his lips purple with cold, "that's the only way, and it's what I've been thinking about all morning."

"What's going on?"

Ron sat back slowly: "I admit I'm a little nervous, just a little... well, very nervous. Harry, I can't get up and down, Angelina said I'm no worse than Wood, McGonagall The professor waived my transfiguration homework..."

"Can't you sum it up in one sentence?" Hermione said impatiently.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to defend a single ball." Ron said hesitantly: "It's strange, I didn't think about it before, but I woke up this morning and thought of it, I want to enlighten myself, I walked around the Black Lake twice, and things got worse and worse. Now my hands and feet are cold, dizzy, flustered, short of breath, and nauseous..."

"That's because you didn't eat anything in the morning!" Harry said angrily.

"Yeah, but I guess it wouldn't make a difference..." said Ron hoarsely.

"I don't think so. If you're worried about poor performance, there's no need for it. Your opponent should be more worried." Hermione encouraged him, "The Slytherin goalkeeper is a fool. What is it called?"

"Miles Bletch," interrupted Harry.

In all fairness, he thinks Blake played well, but when Blake tried to cast a spell on Chaser Aliya in the corridor two days ago and failed, Fred and George uttered harsh words, saying Not letting him walk off the Quidditch pitch intact. Of course Harry was on the side of the team.

Harry followed Hermione's words and comforted: "Yeah, think about it, Slytherin's team this year sucks, Flint is gone, their new captain is Montague, you know what he is Such a person—”

"I saw him yelling at the players when I came over, his sleeves rolled up high, showing a pair of hairy arms, I thought he was holding two hairy hams." Hermione was mean. say.

Ron smiled stiffly.

"Their batsmen are new too - Montague got Crabbe and Goyle in too, I don't know why, they're so dumb they can't tell the end of a broom from the tail," continued Harry .

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, I don't know what you have to worry about," said Hermione irritably, "Compared to all the adventures you have experienced, a ball game is just a child's play, a, a game."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione at the same time, annoyed at her indiscretion. Hermione waved her hands in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to look down on Quidditch—"

"Yes!" Ron suddenly said a word, "You just don't like Quidditch."

It was Hermione's turn to stare at him.

Ron tilted his head.

Hermione continued: "Think about what you have experienced, trolls, three-headed dogs, basilisks, dark wizards, fire dragons, mermaids, Death Eaters, Voldemort..." She said a lot, and finally Concluded: "Compared with these, the result of a Quidditch failure is really not worth mentioning."

Harry didn't think it could be compared that way. Although some things were not dangerous, they were just as difficult, but he didn't intend to tear Hermione down. That would be asking for trouble, and it wouldn't do any good except trigger another trouble. So he said against his will: "Yes."

Ron stood up, as if alive again, "That makes sense...Hermione, do you have anything to eat?"

"No," said Hermione dryly.

"Don't lie to me," Ronte said firmly, "You must have a lot of food in your beaded bag."

Hermione reluctantly took out a bag of compressed biscuits and threw it at him.

Ron tore open the package and started to eat. Harry swallowed. He also ate very little in the morning, not because he was nervous, but because he didn't want to eat too much and affect his state.

"Guys, how is your talk going?" Angelina poked her head out from the door of the dressing room.

Harry made a no-problem sign and fought Ron for the last bit of potato chips.

Angelina's expression was a little dazed, "It seems that you are really all right, so come out quickly and start preparing for the activities. Do you have the heart to let three girls face seven gorillas?"

"And Fred and George," said Ron vaguely, chips splattering.

"I don't know if I can count on them. The two of them are taking a photo with Professor Xixiu. Give you a minute." She disappeared.

"Let's go," said Harry.

"Wait a minute." Hermione took out her wand and nodded at the two of them, and their bodies immediately became warm, as if surrounded by a stove.

"What spell did you use?" Harry asked.

"The Warming Charm," said Hermione.

Harry suddenly realized. Familiar memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He remembered that it was also winter. They trekked through thick snow to Hagrid's hut. On the way, Professor Haip introduced the warming spell. Only Hermione was shivering from the cold. Sometimes I was still in the mood to ask questions, and I was more concerned about the gossip about Sirius when he was in school.

A story called 'Gryffindor Freshmen and Hufflepuff Prefects'.

Now one of the protagonists of the story has become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and the other has become the Minister of Magic. Harry was a little dazed, even though he was not a witness, he still found it strange that he understood Mafalda's thoughts somewhat. At this moment, someone pushed him.

"Don't be dazed, set an example for next year's new players." Hermione said.

Harry grinned.

Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, and when they fell to the ground, they condensed into ice crystals. The icy wind made people hurt. Felix sat on the stands, feeling the warm atmosphere that was completely opposite to the weather. Varun sat on his shoulder, holding its precious wand. The two little feet flicked and flicked.

"The hat is nice, your vision has improved."

Valen is in a better mood.

Felix quietly opened his palm, and a suction gushed out from his palm, and the little wizard on the court felt a chill down his spine.

"Why is it a bit cold?" A student said dissatisfied.

"Isn't it cold all the time," said the person next to him, "Look, the two teams are shaking hands. The game is about to begin!"

The two teams greeted the thunderous cheers, and the emotions accumulated for a whole year gushed out at this moment. Felix quietly increased the suction, those full, passionate, enthusiastic, and joyful emotions Gathered in the palm of his hand, he looks like a dementor hiding in the crowd.

It's just that he didn't absorb much emotion, the students shivered at most, and then became more enthusiastic, and the applause was thunderous. As Felix deepened his research on the magic-like talents of magical animals, he naturally understood the characteristics of the magical power in magical animals.

This is a kind of magical power that is different from that of a wizard.

To be precise, the characteristics of the magical power in each magical animal are different. Felix guessed that these magical powers are obviously affected by their own body structure.

"The talent of magical animals comes from the body, while the talent of wizards comes from the soul, or in other words, the soul of the wizard is the most special—the ghost itself carries a certain amount of magic power, and can slightly control water and fire—when the soul and body Combined, there will be a steady stream of magic power..."

"This is just a guess." Felix raised his head and looked towards the center of the playing field.

The captains of the two teams stood up and shook hands. Warren called out and pointed with a small wooden stick. The whistle sounded and the game officially started.

Fourteen players soared into the air at an extremely fast speed, and soon turned into blurred shadows in the snowflakes all over the sky. It is still Li Qiaodan standing on the high platform and explaining to the audience:

"The game started. Johnson grabbed the ball first. Of course, she weighed only half, or maybe a third, of the opponent's weight. After a year, there were new faces on both sides. Gran Fendo has added a keeper, which is quite a key position; Slytherin has added two new batsmen... Look! Johnson passed the two, is she going to attack? Oops, what a pity, just Almost."

"The Quaffle is in Slytherin's hands now, and Wallington is rushing towards the goal. There is no one in front of Wallington, and the Bludger is not around. Only the Gryffindor Keeper! He is a newcomer The team's - oops!"

Harry looked towards the goal, and Ron threw himself out, brushing the Quaffle with his fingers but not holding it. Harry seemed to hear a sigh, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Great! The ball was blocked! Good job, I have to say, a good start--" Lee Jordan said excitedly.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Attention next time, professor, let's get back to the game, Ron defended, good start, now it's Gryffindor's turn to attack, Fred and George are near the Slytherin goal, I know This is not a tactic, they told me privately, ahem..."

Harry didn't listen carefully, he stared at the goal with wide eyes, Ron was pumping his fist excitedly, and judging from the trajectory of the Quaffle, his hand should have changed the position of the Quaffle so that It flew past the goal.

Harry felt excited. He knew that for Ron, the first ball was the most dangerous. Ron's biggest weakness is that he loses confidence when he makes a mistake, and when he misses a ball, he gets upset and loses more **** as a result. This was the data given by Ginny, and Harry chose to believe it.

He began to direct the broom to fly, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, the vision became blurred, and he almost hit the Bludger twice. After confirming that Ron didn't need help, Fred and George seemed to be ready to fulfill their pre-match promise. Two of the three shots went towards the Slytherin goalkeeper. Leitch was terrified and lost two **** in a panic.

The competition became more and more intense. When Harry passed Draco Malfoy for the third time, he almost counted the number of blisters on Malfoy's mouth. Malfoy's expression seemed to be sleepwalking, Compete with Luna.

Finally, Mrs. Hooch, the referee, blew the whistle. Harry hovered in the sky and looked down. Katie seemed to be entangled with Warrington. disappeared.

"Serious foul!" Mrs. Hooch yelled angrily.

It took a while to help Katie get back the broom, Harry took the opportunity to fly to Ron, "how is it?"

"Not so bad," said Ron. "I blocked five **** and missed three. I'm almost at the knack." He grinned happily. Reid and George blocked Blake, and he didn't even care about the goal."

"Be careful they do the same to you," Harry warned him.

Ron looked uneasily at the Slytherin team, and Montague was talking to Crabbe and Goyle with his arms bare. From this angle, they were about the same size, like triplets. Crabbe and Goyle blink awkwardly this way.

"Can I use a wand?" Ron asked uneasily. "If they come all at once, I can't help but cast a spell."

"Then you'd be sent off and our goal would be over," said Harry.

The game continues.

Harry decided to end the game as soon as possible. As time goes on, the situation will become more complicated. He flew high into the air and looked down from a few hundred feet. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the effect of the warming spell was gradually disappearing. It was especially difficult to find a small ball the size of a walnut under these conditions. He went around twice and found nothing. Instead, he saw Mafalda sketching a crooked stick figure in the audience. It was a snake with horns. Harry took a look and decided to take this matter when he had a chance. Laugh at her fiercely~IndoMTL.com~ Li Qiaodan’s voice of commentary drilled into his ears from time to time, “The score is very tight—the two teams seem to have an angry fight with the opponent’s goalkeeper. I don’t know if this can be done.” Became a new tactic, but -- future goalkeepers beware -- Derian Puse got the ball --"

Harry finally saw it: the Snitch was hanging near the Gryffindor goal.

Crabbe and Goyle outflanked Ron, followed by Adrian Pussey, forming a triangle formation—as if they wanted to copy Gryffindor's tactics in the first half, Ron's face turned pale, if he didn't Using magic, he suspected he would be crushed by the two of them. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw Harry swooping down from a height.

There was a warm current in Ron's heart, Harry came to save him! The current rhythm seems to be on the right track. He can think of countless similar situations. He just needs to do his own thing with peace of mind. What is it? Ron lunged forward and stopped the Quaffle. At the same moment, he heard the wind whistling in his ears, and Harry was circling upwards with the Snitch in his hand.

Enthusiastic cheers erupted on the court, and the lion hat Luna was wearing roared in the cold air, which made Varen startled.

"The game is over."

Felix shook his head. This year's Slytherin team is really bad, and the coordination is even more problematic. But it has nothing to do with him, he took the opportunity to collect the last wave of emotional samples, and is going to go back and study it carefully.

It is difficult for a person to create emotions that he has never experienced, let alone the strong collective emotions on the Quidditch pitch.

In the evening, a coin kept next to Felix's body suddenly became hot.

It's Bundy the house-elf. After waiting for nearly a week, has the man from Nurmengard finally made a decision?