Hogwarts Shippuden

The Ravenclaw team without a Seeker is nothing but a lamb to be slaughtered.

After Kyle assisted the offense again and scored fifty points, the opponent's offense and defense system completely collapsed.

Kyle originally wanted to score them in order to secure their Hufflepuffs top spot in cumulative scoring.

But Cedric, who returned to the game, vetoed his proposal.

After all, this is the team of his dream lover, and the scene cannot be made too ugly.

It doesn't matter to Kyle, because Hufflepuff has pulled the difference to more than 400 points during the long period of time when Cedric was with Zhang Qiu.

Unbeknownst to the others, Cedric surreptitiously took the Snitch from Kyle, ending his ordeal of the Kitties.

The final score was fixed at 690:120.

It is said that Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, was as dark as two Snapes when he left the auditorium.

...

The entire Hufflepuff lounge seems to be overflowing with a sea of ​​joy.

The joy culminated when Hannah excitedly gave Kyle a big hug.

Listening to the booing around, little Hannah immediately let go of her hand shyly and got into the crowd.

Seeing that the little girl's face was so thin, the people around stopped making fun of her and Kyle, and went to the kitchen to get food.

The little badgers asked the house-elves to get a lot of food from the kitchen.

Even Butterbeer, which is only seen at dinner parties on major holidays, got them a few barrels.

This kind of behavior is forbidden in normal Hogwarts.

But today, Professor Sprout seemed very happy, so he didn't stop the little badgers from drinking.

"Let's toast to today's victory!" A group of little badgers surrounded Kyle and raised their beer mugs.

Kyle glanced at the little badgers around, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This amount of alcohol can't even drink Cedric, the worst drinker in their Patriotic League, can you?

After all, they are battle-hardened.

Seeing that Professor Sprout didn't mean to stop, instead he raised the glass with the coax, Kyle raised his head, and instantly drained the butter beer in the glass.

After a little brawl with the little badgers, Professor Sprout left the Hufflepuff common room.

After all, no matter how amiable she is on weekdays, her status as a professor is still there, and staying in the lounge will only make the little badgers feel restrained.

So when Professor Sprout left, the atmosphere in the common room became even warmer.

"Come on! Fill it up! Keep drinking!" Kyle shouted loudly.

Naturally, there was a little badger next to him and poured Kyle a full glass of beer again.

It's just that what Kyle didn't expect is that although butter beer is not intoxicating, it swells the bladder.

In just one hour, Kyle had to go to put the water three times.

Fortunately, his hard work paid off.

After three rounds of drinking, few people could walk in a straight line in the Hufflepuff common room.

"You keep the fish! Get up and drink!" Kyle shook the captain of their team vigorously.

Under the table, an arm holding a white napkin was raised swayingly, and Captain Jack had raised the white flag to declare his death.

When Professor Sprout returned here, the two culprits, Kyle and Cedric, had disappeared.

Only the "corpses" of the little badgers were left scattered, and there were one after another purring in the ensemble.

Her face turned black in an instant, and she had a match for Professor Flitwick, who had lost the Quidditch pitch two hours earlier.

...

As for what the two culprits, Kyle and Cedric, are doing?

They are with George now,

He squatted on the frozen ice of the Black Lake in the posture of a migrant worker.

And Fred was tinkering with something in the distance.

"By the way," Cedric reached out and poked Kyle's ribs, "you aimed at me for that Bludger in the morning?"

An awkward smile appeared on Kyle's face, "How is that possible?"

"Are you serious?" Cedric, the honest man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, learned to be smart this time, and he still doubted Kyle's words.

"I can't believe you unless you say the British don't lie to the British."

"I swear! I didn't lie to you! If there is half a lie, Fred will fall into the lake in a second!"

thump!

The lake in the distance suddenly cracked, and Fred really fell into the black lake.

The three of them hurriedly picked up Fred from the water, and after a while, the four returned to their squatting positions.

Facing Cedric's eyes poking straight at him like a knife, Kyle had no guilt, and then avoided Cedric's gaze.

Just an absolute coincidence! Can't count!

Besides, Cedric was standing between him and Zhang Qiu at the time. How could his Bludger not aim at Cedric's head and hit Zhang Qiu accurately, right?

After fiddling around for a while, Fred ran over and joined the ranks of the migrant workers squatting.

"Done?" George tilted his head to look at his twin brother.

"Of course, I'm a genius physicist at Hogwarts!" Fred boasted without blush.

He had just been tinkering with the ice in the distance, TNT he synthesized from a tutorial in a chemistry book.

Today was his first experiment with a combination of dynamite and a blasting spell.

Originally, Fred planned to experiment with a small amount of weight in the castle, but Kyle stopped him in time.

What Kyle means is, make the most of it, instead of listening to it for nothing, why not take it out of the Black Lake Fried Fish?

After blowing up the Black Lake, they can also pick up the fish that were stunned and killed in the lake.

Add Cedric's butterbeer from the kitchen and you've got a late night snack.

"Art is a blast! Drink!"

A dazzling red light shot from the tip of Fred's wand and landed precisely in the ice crater he had just chiseled.

The next second, bang-! !

Along with the earth-shattering loud noise, a bewitching orange-red flame bloomed from the place where the blasting spell fell, and a fiery wave spread along the ice surface in all directions.

"I'm waiting for you! Run!" Fred yelled in panic.

He underestimated the power of the combination of blasting spell and explosives, and if he stayed on the ice, he would have to go down to swim later.

However, he also underestimated the ability of the other three to run.

The violent explosion sounded endlessly, and the fine spider web-like cracks centered on the explosion point quickly spread in all directions, and the ice surface collapsed one after another.

Two minutes later, Fred, who was soaked all over again, stood on the shore and sighed with emotion, "This is art!"

Kyle raised a fire by the lake and put a pot on it, "It's alright, don't sigh, add water."

Let's have fish soup tonight.

...

By the window of the principal's office, Dumbledore, who was attracted by the movement just made by the explosion, slowly retracted his gaze.

He sighed rather tiredly.

Today, these little boys can blow up the Black Lake, and tomorrow the four of them can blow up the castle.

When is this day going to end?