Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

"I've asked him to help me catch Quirrell first, so I don't have any trouble," Snape said.

"Do you want him to be involved?" Dumbledore pondered for a while

"Well" he nodded, "maybe this is a good way."

"But Harry should also pay attention. Since that person is here, he can't just focus on the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore added, "It seems that I will also meet him in the next game. ”.

Snape nodded

"I have one more thing, though," he said. "I'm going to borrow something from Filch, and he probably won't give it to me without your approval."

The next morning, Auston went to the auditorium for breakfast first.

"I heard that Malfoy's face is your masterpiece? Really!"

Ernie sat beside him and asked anxiously.

Opposite, Malfoy's arm was bandaged, his nose was coming, but his face was still blue and purple. He raised his head to look at Auston, then lowered himself again, for fear of meeting his gaze.

Auston put down the fork with the fruit in it, frowned and asked, "Who said that?"

"It's spread all over the school." Delphi sat down on the other side of him, looking a little bad

"Auston, this time it's really too much. After all, his father is also one of the school managers. You shouldn't beat him like this." She looked at him with some worry.

Auston took a piece of cake and placed it on the plate in front of her and rubbed her head.

"Okay, I get it, I'll leave it alone in the future."

Delphi looked at him, her eyebrows still furrowed.

She grabbed the cake on the plate and took a few bites at random, then went to class with the book.

Auston also listened to his class all morning in a daze.

"Mr. Brown, although I understand your nervousness about tomorrow's game, I still want to remind you that learning is more important than everything!"

In the first greenhouse, Professor Sprout frowned and looked at him with a worried expression.

This is the first time he has been reprimanded in his dean's class.

It was only when Auston realized that this was the third ram grass he had cut off.

Fortunately, there was no class in the afternoon, so he sneaked into the Room of Requirement and lay on the grass in a daze.

For a while, his chaotic head was filled with all kinds of thoughts.

After class, several other Hufflepuff players slipped in one after another.

"Auston, it's time for you to go back and rest, your face is not very good." Cedric looked at Auston's pale face with a little worry.

Auston pulled out an ugly smile

"It's okay, let's train."

Having said that, he got up, got on the broom, and flew up.

During training, Auston was in a daze from time to time. Had been hit in the face by the enchanted Quaffle several times and nearly fell off the broom.

The other players couldn't concentrate either. They all had to stare at Auston out of the corner of the eye when they passed the ball back and forth and grabbed the ball, for fear that he would accidentally fall off the broom, so they flew over to pick it up as soon as possible. live him.

Finally, near midnight and the training was over, several players felt that their eyes were more tired than their bodies.

And Auston was still in a trance, lying on the bed he was still guessing how Snape was trying to catch Voldemort.

Soon, he fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, Auston finished washing up, put on his yellow Quidditch uniform, and hurried out of the lounge.

He walked to the door of Snape's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Snape's muffled voice came out.

Auston pushed open the door, and Snape turned his back to him.

"Professor, I'm here," he said.

Snape turned around. Auston saw a black package in his hand.

Snape reached out and handed him the package.

"That's it," he said

"After Quidditch is over, you quietly enter the Forbidden Forest with me, you watch from behind, and I'll talk to Quirrell. When I give you a signal, cover Quirrell with this thing."

Auston took the package and opened it to reveal the contents.

He unfolded it, it was a black fishing net.

"This is... a fishing net?" Auston raised his head and looked at Snape with some doubts. Can this thing catch Quirrell and Voldemort? He was worried.

"Where did you get it?" he asked.

Hearing this question, Snape's face darkened immediately.

"This thing once belonged to four bastards!" His face was full of anger

"They use it to tease others. When you are trapped by this thing, you not only can't move, but you can't do magic. The more you struggle, the tighter it will be."

Looking at Snape's face, Auston understood who this thing belonged to.

The items produced by those four people are basically high-quality items, and he is using one himself.

After he counted it, he could be considered to put his heart into his stomach. Snape didn't have the courage to ask how he got the fishing net if he didn't look good.

He stuffed the net into his dragonskin bag, walked out of Snape's office, and went straight back to their common room.

His team members were all there waiting for him, and they hurriedly assigned brooms.

Auston really doesn't want to change brooms with them in mid-air. It's also a very risky thing. If he falls from it, he will break a bone if he doesn't die.

By the time they got to the Quidditch pitch after breakfast, the seven men in red Gryffindor uniforms were already waiting on the other side of the pitch.

Harry, the youngest of the seven team members, was pale, and looked very haggard. From time to time, his green eyes glanced at Snape who was talking to Mrs. Hooch not far away. Auston understood that he was there. Worried that Snape was trying to kill him.

The surrounding stands were also filled with people one after another.

Cedric and Wood shook hands. Auston also went up to pat Harry on the shoulder, pointed to the old white-bearded man sitting next to Professor McGonagall in the stands, and whispered to Harry.

"Don't be nervous, you see, Dumbledore is here too, everything will be fine."

Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore in the stands, his face softened a lot, he smiled and nodded to Auston.

The players of the two teams stepped on their broomsticks and rose into the air, and Auston flew to his goal post.

Snape strode over dragging his black robe, a whistle sounded, and the fierce competition began!

Not long after the opening, Snape awarded the Hufflepuffs a free throw because George Weasley hit him with a Bludger.

Roger casually threw the Quaffle in his hand, and the ball dropped without scoring.

Auston knew that this was their Hufflepuff's unjust resistance to Snape. They were honest and honest and never won honor by relying on others' favoritism.

It didn't take long for Auston's tactics to show their effect.

The goalkeeper on his side was impeccable. As soon as the Gryffindor Chasers got the ball, Auston's players flew over to guard beside him. When the opponent's ball came over, Auston immediately kicked to his own players.

After Roger and the others got the Quaffle, they flew straight to the Gryffindor goal, with Jack and Benjamin escorting them from left to right.

But the few shots they made in the past were mostly blocked by Wood. Rao did, and they also made four or five shots.

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