Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

"Yes..... Ron can go until the game without having to officially participate in Quidditch team training...

But our opponent is Slytherin!

We have to get serious about this..."

Wood said it was a little embarrassing....

After all, this is also a breach of contract, and credit is also a key part for a wizard who keeps his promises.

"Uh.... I feel like I'm talking a little too much, and I don't know if you can understand it....

Anyway, I still hope you..... Can you help me with that!

Wood added after speaking.

After all, Dudley's age doesn't look too old....

However, since Wood's explanation was completed...

Dudley, beside him, no longer focused on Wood.

This made Wood feel quite embarrassed...

After a while, Wood felt like he needed another reminder.

Dudley's calm voice sounded:

"Senior Wood...

Don't you think it's strange?

Wood was a little stunned when he heard this:

"Strange?

Dudley..... What are you talking about strange?

Are you shocked by Ron's talent!

Although....

I can understand it, but I still have to explain to you, it's innate..." Without

waiting for Wood to finish, Dudley stretched out his finger and pointed to the red wooden box not far away.

"Nope.... Senior Wood, I'm talking about this.....," Wood

was stunned:

"This.... It's just a Quidditch-only match box!

Is there anything wrong with this?

Dudley didn't say anything more, but stepped forward and crouched down, gently touching the surface of the Bludger with his hand.

The Bludger is wrapped in dark chains in exclusive wooden grooves.

Dudley's hand touched the moment above....

A burst of noisy noise sounded at the scene.

[Squeak, sting~~~

] [Squeak........]

Dudley's expression did not change, he did not care about the sharpness of this voice but crouched and slowly spoke:

"Senior Wood....

I touched this Bludger, the surface was warm...

Slightly soft to the touch!

There is a feeling of 'skin'....

And also.... You observe the above.......

I think...... You can see a little 'hair'... And the groove position of the edge.

It was 'stitched' by white vertical threads....

This.... This stuff.... I still feel...

It is "alive"!!

Dudley spoke his conclusion.

"What are you talking about!?"

Wood frowned, hurried over to Dally, pulled him up from the ground, and casually closed the wooden box containing the Quidditch match.

The noisy and sharp sounds around disappeared instantly.

"Dudley, I think you should have thought too much, this is just a 'magic item'.

There is no such thing as what you say is alive....

Magic props are just props, they're not 'life'..."

Wood explained.

"Is it?

Senior Wood...

..," Dudley looked at Wood.

Wood was baffled by Dudley.

However, Dudley took the initiative to bend down and pick up the Quidditch baseball from the ground and hand it back to Wood:

"Senior Wood...

Have you never noticed?

Wood was a little puzzled:

"Notice what?"

Dudley weighed the Quidditch baseball bat twice in his hand and threw it back to Wood:

"On this baseball bat... There's something!"

Wood looked suspiciously at the bat in his hand.

Dudley's voice sounded slowly:

"During my life in the Muggle world, my biology teacher once told me something.

That's 'emotion'....

Any creature that lives has 'emotions'!

Whether it's plants, or animals...

And the most basic way of communication between living things and living things........

In the absence of language, it is also 'emotion'.

Aren't you aware of the emotion of 'it' when you hold a baseball bat?

Dudley's voice was very calm.

Wood listened and felt inexplicable.......

How can this little devil always say strange truths.

It seems that the reason why wizards don't like Muggles is probably that it is difficult to understand Muggles' thinking.

Dispelling the thought in his mind, Wood looked at Dudley and couldn't help but repeat:

"Dudley, I hope you still go and persuade Ron..."

Getting him to attend Quidditch training matches on time is very important to him. "

Yet Dudley forward!

His departing footsteps paused, and Dudley looked back at Senior Wood, very calmly:

"I refuse!"

Wood was stunned:

"Why!?"

Dudley turned his head and walked in the direction of Harry and Ron:

"It's none of my business, I don't participate in Quidditch matches!"

Wood opened his mouth and couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

This stinky boy!!

Isn't it clear what Quidditch is honoring Hogwarts?

Thinking of this, Wood shook his head, and at this point, he could only take one step and look at it.

Arriving at the Quidditch mahogany box, Wood reached for it.

For a while, he hesitated...

Weigh the baseball bat in your hand.

"Hmph! I said, where did so much fallacy come from...,"

Wood complained in his heart, turning around and preparing to leave.

But Wood's footsteps stopped....

His eyebrows furrowed.

Reach out and look at the Quidditch bat again.

"Disgust..."

Why...."Why...

I will have this...

Strange, I obviously like the sport of Quidditch...

How can you suddenly feel a little disgusted?

The strange thought was fleeting, and Wood stopped thinking much and left the other passage.

Maybe the accident that happened today was too bad...

.......

On the other side, Dudley quietly watched Wood's departing back, and his gaze fell on the "wooden box" not far away.

As a magic item for Quidditch matches!

Although Wood said that it was unclear about this internal details....

But Dudley still feels that this matter is a little strange.

Could it be the 'occlusion' of the wizarding world...

After all, a "ball" constantly "wailing" also has a certain "emotion", which makes him have a very bad association...

.....

(Note: In the wizarding world, on the way to explore the power of 'props', there are always 'alternative' pioneers...) For example, 'Abyss World'..... Research is not the preserve of ordinary people....

Fanwai: The Dark Trajectory of Hogwarts (Memoirs of a Certain Alchemy))

Ps: Update, today's double change, thank you for your support....