I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"Anyway, it's just a small mistake, don't take it to heart." Frank has a good impression of this hard-working junior, perhaps because like attracts like.

After all, he was also this reckless type when he was in the lower grades, and it felt like he was looking at a gender-reversed version of himself...

Frank smiled, and Alice looked at Frank with bright eyes, but the next second Frank's smile was a little unbearable, because his dear teammates continued to add his black history in front of the junior.

"The captain said conservatively, he didn't just almost fall off the broom, when he first played, he didn't even see where the golden snitch was because of nervousness!", the Gryffindor beater next to him silently added.

"You're exaggerating a bit, I'm sure I did see the golden snitch..." Frank was a little helpless, but not angry, he just shook his head and looked at his teammates with an inclusive look.

At this time, the Ravenclaw players also gathered around. Although they lost the game, they were not too discouraged, but they were a little worried about Alice's mental state.

After all, it was a mistake in the first match, and there are still games to come. If it is affected, it will not be good.

"Don't worry, Alice, you are not the most deformed one. If you are lucky enough to see the first game record of Frank, you will be 120% confident in your talent." The captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch patted Alice on the shoulder and comforted Alice who lost the game.

I expressed my apology to Frank slightly in my heart.

I'm sorry, Frank, although I am sorry to hurt you so much, I will sacrifice you first to adjust Alice's mentality.

"Even if it is to comfort Alice, I want to remind you friendly that even I will be angry." Frank said angrily but did not show any anger, just looking at everyone teasingly.

"Next time, please go to Hogsmeade for a drink." The captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch made an OK gesture and decided to bribe Frank with butter beer.

"Okay, for the sake of butter beer." Frank did not mean to embarrass people and let it go gently.

————————

After November, the Christmas holiday came quickly. The holiday lasted about seven days. After returning home, in addition to preparing Christmas decorations, he spent Christmas happily with his family.

Carl also had an important thing to do, which was to find a rooster.

After all, Carl had to make a decision in the second half of the semester that violated his ancestors (crossed out) and fifty school rules.

Enter the secret room to deal with the basilisk. If he was willing to surrender, then of course there would be great benefits. If he was not willing, then Brother Chicken would come on stage and rap to kill him directly.

Carl was counting his own calculations.

"Why do you always smile so slyly recently?" Siver arranged a decoration and looked at Carl who was in a daze next to him. He always felt that Carl seemed a little bit wrong.

"No way! I am a good person, how could I smile like that?" Carl tried to cover up the truth and arranged his decorations, which seemed to forcefully change the subject.

"Okay, okay, then Mr. Nice Guy, go decorate the bow over there, the one hanging on the Christmas tree." Sever looked at Carl and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that there was really no other way except to indulge Carl.

The only weapon against Carl might be the potion class and the flying class. Carl and him were equally good at the latter, and he might even fly worse than Carl, and the former... Once he brought up the former, Carl would definitely bring up the latter to block him.

He really figured it out with the fooling literature.

While tying a bow on the Christmas tree, Carl's brain thought was in the clouds.

Where can I find an obedient rooster?

This made Carl very upset. After all, roosters are far less spiritual than cats and dogs. It's easy to raise them from childhood.

But the cycle of raising a small animal is too long. If you want to raise it from childhood, Carl can't implement his plan in the second half of the semester, and it is estimated that he will have to postpone it to the third academic year.

After all, the summer vacation is long, and that period of time is enough to raise a small animal.

After thinking for a long time, Carl decided to try his luck at a nearby farmhouse. If he couldn't find a suitable rooster, he would take plan B and raise one from scratch.

Of course, it would be best to find a suitable one. It would be troublesome to raise a new one. Although there are spells that can make it easier to raise, roosters are not as popular as cats and dogs.

Just as Carl was making plans, Sever next to him suddenly said, "Mr. Carl, are you going to tie your hands to the Christmas tree?"

"?" Carl was puzzled.Looking down, he found that the bow he had tied while distracted had somehow wrapped around his arm. If he tied it again, he would be tying himself up.

And the ribbon was a little tight. If Carl used force, there was a 50% chance that it would get tighter and tighter.

"This is a new way of tying! It's called..." Carl closed his eyes and began to lie.

"It's called me tying myself with a ribbon, right?" Siver added a finishing touch, then laughed softly.

"No! It's really just a new way of tying."

"Okay, I believe you. I didn't say anything else. I just gave your new way of tying a name. Then you continue with your new way of tying. I'll go over there and take a look." Siver said and was about to leave.

"Wait! Are you really going to leave? Are you really not going to save me?" Carl was unbelievable. How could Siver be so ruthless!

Too much.

"Someone didn't ask me to save you. I can't do anything extra." Siver pretended to be entangled.

"Save me——" Carl gave in in a second. Just kidding. Only a real man can hide at a critical moment!

"Okay." Sever smiled and came over and silently untied the knot that Carl had tied randomly to rescue Carl's hand that was about to be tied, and then tied a beautiful bow again.

"What's for dinner?" Carl's hand was successfully rescued. After such a long time of fussing, he was also a little hungry.

"The standard Christmas every year is probably the same few things, but Penny sent her baked bread." Sever said to Carl after tying the bow.

"Can you call Penny now?" Carl glanced at Sever with a teasing look in his eyes.

"Well... compared to Potter..." Maybe it's because distance creates beauty. Penny and Sever don't quarrel much now. On the contrary, they have some resonance in their homework. The opposite is James.

Sever still hates James so much. He really, I'm crying to death. The villain in Carl's heart pretended to wipe James' tears with a small handkerchief.