This Hogwarts is not normal

One goal, two goals, three goals.

The game was approaching half an hour, and no matter where the Quaffle appeared on the field, Vincent would knock it out of the field.

Davis' mentality was a bit broken, so he pulled another chaser to form a triangle with Egil.

Unfortunately, the effect is not very great. It can only delay the time a little bit, but cannot affect the ending of the Quaffle being knocked away.

As an audience member, Draco wanted to sing a song very much, but thinking of the "order" from his dean, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Another ten minutes passed, and the anxious Davis finally succeeded in touching the Quaffle.

The next second, Vincent flew over at an extremely terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Quaffle was thrown towards Gryffindor's goal.

Just as Wood was about to defend, he was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

"Wayne stopped the Quaffle, is he finally going to score?"

Under countless pairs of expectant eyes, Vincent threw it up and swept it with the tail of his broom.

The Quaffle, which flew nearly two hundred feet outside the court, was thrown back onto the court by Mrs. Hooch.

The pressure on the Ravenclaw team is increasing.

Obviously he can hit the goal, but he hits the ball off the field every time.

The first one to collapse was the extremely timid Egil.

"Captain, why don't we admit defeat?"

"No!" Davis chased Vincent with a determined look on his face.

Egil clenched his fists as if he was infected.

To score, just 10 points is enough.

Once they get a start, their momentum will come back.

His sweeping six-star speed increased to the extreme, and he was one step ahead of Davis and behind Vincent.

"Give me the Quaffle!"

This hysterical roar made the audience and players focus on him.

Fred and George looked at each other, silently looking at a flying Bludger.

With a "Peng" sound, Egil received a heavy blow on the back of his head.

If I hadn't been wearing a helmet and protective gear, I would probably have suffered a concussion at the least.

Without thinking, Vincent threw away the Quaffle and grabbed him with both hands.

Davis caught the ball and threw it out, then looked at Egil who was holding his broom steady.

Without this pull, maybe he wouldn't have fallen.

Wood in front of the goal firmly hugged the Quaffle, "Fred! George!"

The twins who almost caused disaster made faces at him.

The game continues.

Egil seemed to be a different person, and several times he almost blocked the Quaffle flying out of the field.

Davis was a little distracted.

The team has always been a unit, and he shouldn't be too obsessed with winning.

Mrs. Hooch is right.

"Harry caught the Golden Snitch, game over!"

180:0

After many years, Gryffindor finally won the championship trophy again.

Wood cried bitterly and hugged Harry excitedly.

"I originally thought I wouldn't be able to win the championship until graduation, Harry."

He looked towards Vincent, who was shaking hands with Davis in a friendly manner, "Wayne, come here quickly!"

Vincent let go of his hand with a face full of resistance, "That's what Wood is like, he married himself to Quidditch."

"It's quite interesting." Davis chuckled, "Wayne, I have to thank you for saving Egil."

"I just don't want my teammates to make big mistakes."

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously, "We will become stronger next year."

"We'll see." Vincent reluctantly flew towards Wood.

"Captain, I——"

"Come on, let's go together."

Egil's timid little face was full of energy.

In this game, Gryffindor gained victory and Ravenclaw also grew.

Mag in the stands wiped the tears from his face.

It's because of this that she loves the sport of Quidditch so much.

Grow through failure and keep growing.

Even if there is no victory, every player will gradually become stronger.

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Tonight's Hogwarts castle belongs to Gryffindor.

The entire auditorium was decorated with red and gold decorations, and even the dinner was red.

Fred and George got a bottle of red wine from somewhere and were uncorking it secretly.

"Here's to the great victory!"

After taking a sip, both of them choked on the bitter and strong wine.

"Merlin, do so many people really like to drink this crap?"

Draco, who was across a long table, shouted "bumpkin" loudly, but finally sat down.

Although he has never drank before, he still has a basic understanding of wine.

If they drink it directly from Kaifeng, no matter how good the wine is, it will taste bitter.

A more elegant way of saying it is called tasting, and only people who don’t understand it call it drinking.

George pushed the cork back on the bottle and took it to Cedric at the next table with a look of disgust on his face.

"You want me to take the blame again?"

"No, no, no, I gave this to you."

Cedric quickly put it back into George's arms, "Do you believe what you said?"

"Uh--I don't believe it."

On the way back, George was caught by Percy.

Possession of red wine must be severely punished!

With the addition of Fred, the whole auditorium became agitated.

Vincent enjoys his dinner quietly.

"There are still 27 days until the exam, and I have to get into review mode starting tomorrow." Hermione put down the tableware in her hand.

She seemed to be suppressing her urge for delicious food.

As much as you eat, do the same amount of exercise.

This will further compress the review time and ultimately lead to results not meeting expectations.

"It's only 27 days. It's not too late to review in the last week." Lavender added a plate of large pork chops.

"Look at Lockhart, he allocates his time very well and steadily publishes one new book a year."

Hermione returned to normal after being uneasy for a moment, "He has persisted for 9 years, and I believe this year will be no exception."

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"Oh, Merlin -" Lavender put down the knife in his hand, "you are simply a devil!"

Among the girls, Lockhart seems to be quite popular.

The reason is that in the past week, major newspapers have begun to introduce some of his deeds in detail.

The boys stopped reading immediately after reading the title, and some even unsubscribed directly.

"The Quibbler" is a breath of fresh air, but the content in it is too weird.

The text is either written backwards or written in magical runes.

In other words, Lavender likes all of them.

"It's an exam..." Vincent held his chin.

"What's wrong?" Neville looked toward the ceiling, "Is there something there?"

"No, I was just wondering who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is."

"Isn't it Snape?"

"It's better for him." Vincent suddenly smiled evilly, "Do you think he was responsible for this curse?"

"Uh-" Neville shrank his neck, "Destroy if you don't get it?"

"Not that much."

"Right."

According to Snape's character, he really doesn't seem like a person who can cast curses.

"I heard that it was a mysterious man who planted it." Alfred leaned over in a low voice, "He wanted to prevent the birth of anything that might threaten him, so——"

He didn't say the rest explicitly, but Vincent knew he was alluding to Harry.

Voldemort has this motive and is indeed the biggest suspect.

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Transition chapter, first grade will soon be over.