The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Players from both teams sprinted across the field, bats and Bludgers making dull clanging sounds.

Gryffindor has had an excellent record in the past few years, but the old players have basically graduated. The newly recruited players are very talented and have strong growth potential. However, this team has only been formed for half a year and has not yet been fully integrated. It lacks experience in competitions. Although Katie Bell is in the middle, attacking quickly and fiercely, they can never be like the twins. They know how to cooperate next with just one look at each other. They have insufficient pressure and are not flexible enough to return to defense. They always rely on the goalkeeper. Save.

The current Hufflepuff players were basically trained by Cedric in the past two years. Their cohesion and willpower are surprisingly tenacious. Although they know that their winning rate is extremely low, the batters still try their best to hit, and the chasers are selfless. Sprinting, the goalkeeper desperately pounced on every quaffle flying towards the goal.

The score never opened up a clear gap. The situation became anxious for a while, and the two sides entered a stalemate period.

Bludgers roared into players' protective gear, and Quaffles darted left and right between the two teams.

The players struggled to maneuver around the field. Hufflepuff's seeker, Summerby, only had eyes for Harry. He fixed his broom in a prone position and followed Harry closely, allowing him to make a vertical spin, stop suddenly at excessive speed, and fall to the ground. Somerby never let go of the thrilling fake moves such as lifting up and holding on tightly.

The pure confrontation is full of fun to watch. Even Muggle freshmen who don't understand the rules of Quidditch can watch it without blinking. Whenever the two sides score, the cheers from the audience are louder than in previous years' finals. Even stronger.

Loren stared at the players on the field. Because Hermione had just withdrawn her hand, he could only rub the stone with whale marks. Affected by the magic of the stone, the scene before his eyes took on a different color.

Luna was still sitting in the commentary box, with the magic microphone close to her mouth, and her ethereal voice spread throughout the stadium:

"Summerby seemed to have made up his mind to follow Harry. Maybe he thought that he would not be able to find the Golden Snitch before Harry, so he kept a close eye on him. It was a very smart idea, like harassing a fly, and Harry took advantage of him. no way……"

Some junior students who had never heard of Miss Lovegood foolishly asked the people around them what a bug was. For a few seconds, the auditorium was filled with noise that had nothing to do with the game.

Professor McGonagall's expression was calm, and she had gradually gotten used to it. Questions of this level were not considered accidental explanations.

"Both seekers have slowed down now. Summerby is panting heavily, like a unicorn running long distances, and Fang, Hagrid's hound, is old and can't run as long as before. …”

Professor McGonagall still couldn't hold it back: "Miss Lovegood!"

Luna blinked her innocent eyes and turned the topic back to the game: "Harry started to speed up again. Did he find the Golden Snitch? Or maybe he was using fake moves to drain Somerby's energy?"

Summerby, who was following Harry, stared at the legendary Seeker in front of him, not daring to relax for a moment, even though he had the same doubt in his heart.

The audience's eyes were fixed on the two Seekers, and even Hermione couldn't help but worry, frowning beautifully, while staring at the Seeker's movements, looking for golden traces in front of the two's route.

Loren looked at Harry, his eyes reflected an increasingly intense red color, and he had a vague answer in his heart.

Sure enough, after multiple speed changes and sudden stops and turns, Summerby, who was physically and mentally exhausted, unconsciously slowed down. The moment he relaxed his vigilance, Harry suddenly buried his head and dived at high speed towards a golden lion flag——

"Harry caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor wins!"

A flood of cheers instantly flooded the entire stadium.

Enthusiastic spectators rushed to the stadium, scrambling to squeeze into the inner circle and hug the players.

Loren saw the bright red colors representing excitement gathering and blending, and even the bright sunshine seemed a little dim. He retracted his thoughtful gaze, took Hermione's hand and walked out.

The game is good to watch, but they have no interest in participating in the crowded celebration ceremony.

Walking out of the Quidditch pitch, the spring sunshine shone on her body, conveying a warm warmth. Hermione naturally clasped his finger:

"Go back to the castle? I haven't finished writing the rune translation yet."

"Go to the lake, the daffodils are blooming this year."

…

Because of yesterday's Quidditch match, the Apparition lessons were moved to Sunday.

The sun was really bright, and the professors had no reason to confine them to the indoor auditorium anymore. The Apparition class was set up outdoors in the open space beside the black lake, and the instructor in charge of the class was also replaced by Professor Flitwick.

Although they still used old-fashioned wooden hoops for repeated exercises, the students all felt very novel, as if they were back in the first class. In addition, Seamus shared his tips for successful transfer. The students were all enthusiastic and chattering. .

"New venue, new skills, I have a hunch that I will have a breakthrough today!" Ron waved his magic wand with an excited expression.

Dean glanced at Seamus quietly and nodded secretly.

You must not fall too far behind. To catch up, even if a split occurs, it is worth it.

Practice began in the open space here. Under a leafy beech tree by the lake, Vicky Tycross, the substitute teacher, also saw the Loren Morgan who was longing for him.

He has an outstanding appearance, exuding an indescribable temperament. His dark eyes are mysterious, and people dare not look at him for some reason. I noticed him during the first class. If Professor McGonagall hadn't mentioned that he was a Muggle, Texros would probably have thought that he was the heir of a pure-blood family.

Loren also observed this instructor closely. His skin was so white that you could almost see the blue veins. His bones were slender, and you could tell with the naked eye that he didn't weigh much.

"...After returning last week, my colleagues and I analyzed the effects of closing our eyes. There are still some things I don't understand. Why can such a subtle change greatly increase the probability of successful spellcasting?" Although Morgan looked very young, Texros didn't look down on him at all, and his tone was completely asking for advice.

Loren didn't have any idea of ​​hiding anything, so he explained it casually.

The Department of Transportation produces door keys, builds the floo network, and teaches Apparition. They have a unique theoretical system for this type of space magic, which also involves some concepts about the soul, but it's not as clear and thorough as Loren's explanation.

The concept of soul and body is a new perspective to analyze the Apparition. As Tekros listened, his eyes became brighter and brighter. His excitement made his pale skin appear unhealthy red. He was shocked and suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder my body is getting weaker and weaker, and it is developing towards the direction of a ghost little by little. I never thought about it before..."

Although there are still some details that he didn't understand, Tekros has found the right direction under Loren's guidance. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "What a great discovery. If we improve the Apparition from the underlying principle, we may be able to completely solve the problem of splitting."