hogwarts blast

When they were in the library at night, Ron kept staring at Kyle with envy.

To be precise, he was staring at the Transfiguration homework from Hannah in front of Kyle.

"Why can Kyle just copy his homework?" Ron looked at Hermione who was checking his homework for him.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "If you can cast a spell silently to turn your Scabbers into an exquisite snuff bottle instead of leaving it with a rat tail hanging out, you can do it too."

Ron withdrew his gaze angrily.

He was also counting on Hermione to find out for him the errors in the Transfiguration paper he wrote. How could he dare to talk back to the little beaver?

He grimaced, "That's the Transfiguration content that we will only learn next year."

"Hannah and I are already trying to learn this part." Little Beaver said proudly.

Kyle stopped his quill, "If you are willing to spend more time on transfiguration instead of wizard chess and other things, you will find that these are not that difficult."

After being exposed that he fished every day, Ron rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Hannah was also a little embarrassed and lightly kicked Kyle under the table with her little leather boots.

Because Kyle's education about Ron included her, she spent a lot of her free time playing with Chocolate Frog cards.

Kyle smiled at her, and the little girl immediately turned her head and pretended not to know anything.

Compared with the other four people, Harry next to him seemed a little absent-minded.

In the morning when he was outside in the courtyard outside the castle, the "Quidditch Origins" that Hermione lent him was confiscated by the old bat who was looking for trouble.

Maybe it was because Harry didn't have women's clothing, so the old bat didn't have a very good attitude towards him at that time.

He wanted to get "Quidditch Origins" back to relax his nerves and stop thinking about tomorrow's game.

"I want to ask Snape if he can return the book to me." Harry suddenly said.

Kyle winked at him and said, "As long as you dress as a woman, Snape will return the book to you."

Harry didn't react at all when he heard about the women's clothing issue, but Ron had black lines all over his head.

Harry nodded, took out the makeup tools he bought from Kyle and started

A moment later, Harley came back from the staff lounge, still carrying the copy of "Quidditch Origins" that she had been obsessed with.

Ron suddenly felt bad. Why could Harry's transformation into Harry have such an effect, but not him?

Is it because his women's clothes are not good-looking enough?

After Harry easily captured the heart of a bat spirit with her beauty last time, Ron couldn't resist the temptation to add points to Gryffindor before the Potions class in the second week, so he asked Kyle to help him too.

Get dressed up.

The situation at that time was almost like this:

Snape: "Harry! If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you look for it?"

Harley: "Bezoar...it has something to do with cows?"

Snape: "Yes, bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow. It has a strong detoxifying effect. Ten points for Gryffindor."

Snape: "Can you tell me more about the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Harley: "I don't know, sir."

This really touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

Roxanne next to her raised her hand high: "Professor, they are the same plant, collectively called Aconitum."

Only then did Snape notice Roanelle, who was also dressed in women's clothing.

After a moment of dead silence, Snape's roar echoed throughout the Potions classroom.

"Ron Weasley! What the hell are you doing! Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

At that moment, Luo An felt as if the whole world was targeting him.

He was sorry for being born a tadpole.

…

Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and cold. The restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match and chatted happily.

Harry appeared in the auditorium with two thick black circles under his eyes.

What he saw last night when he went to Snape to ask for "Quidditch Origins" still bothered him to this day.

When he opened the door to the staff room, he saw Filch bandaging Snape's injured leg - one of Snape's legs was dripping with blood and bloody.

"Damn it," he heard Snape say then, "how can you possibly be looking at three heads at once?"

Harry thought of the three-headed dog he had met on the fourth floor and the trap door beneath its feet. Does this mean that Snape wanted to steal the thing guarded by the three-headed dog?

Moreover, is it possible that Snape let in the trolls a few nights ago?

The more Harry thought about it, the closer he felt to the truth of the incident.

But in a few hours, he will play his first Quidditch match in his life.

He could only put these distracting thoughts behind for the time being.

…

A few hours later, all the teachers and students of Hogwarts came to the Quidditch pitch.

Soon, the first game of the Hogwarts Quidditch season was officially announced.

Not long after the game started, Cedric squeezed his way through the group of first-grade badgers and came to sit next to Kyle.

He had just come from the Ravenclaw stand. Where there was Zhang Qiu, there was Cedric. This guy was always a licker.

"Next Saturday we will face Ravenclaw. The intensity of the confrontation will be much lower than this. Are you confident?"

Cedric raised his chin towards the Quidditch field ahead.

"If that's all you have, you just have to ask another batter on the team to hit all the Bludgers toward me."

Kyle is full of confidence.

"Are you sure? Is it really okay?"

Kyle rolled his eyes at Cedric, "A man can't say no."

Then he turned his attention back to the game in front of him.

"Harry is not getting along well with his players now. Even as a seeker, he should actively participate in the team's offensive and defensive system..."

Cedric also saw the problem Kyle mentioned.

Now Harry is completely outside the Gryffindor team system.

He has been hovering in the safe high sky, doing nothing but searching for traces of the Golden Snitch.

"Oliver Wood will make up for this shortcoming soon," Cedric looked towards the Gryffindor goal post, "He is a very good captain."

Well, as for their Hufflepuff Quidditch captain...

Forget it, I won't take him out and flog him.

Just when the two pillars of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team were secretly complaining about their unreliable captain, an unexpected thing happened on the Quidditch pitch——

Harry's broomstick went out of control.

"To be able to keep it from falling under such circumstances shows that Harry's talent is quite good."

"With a little training, I can be as good as you. I think it's you who should be stressed."

There was some commotion in the staff stands and Harry's broom returned to normal.

Not long after, the game ended with Harry catching the Golden Snitch, and Gryffindor won the game.