We're in the wrong, but the pitch still can't be given up

"I booked the entire stadium early this morning," Wood said sternly to Marcus Flint. "I booked it all, so our team got up very early today."

"I know you're unhappy, but I have special orders," Flint said calmly, then took out the approval slip from his pocket.

Wood opened the permit and read it aloud, "I, Professor Snape Severus Snape, hereby grant Slytherin House Team permission to Angel to train... the new Seeker."

Who is the new Seeker?

The six team members dispersed on their own, Draco Malfoy walked out from behind, a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Malfoy?" Harry looked at him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"You didn't expect that, did you!" Draco proudly waved the broom in his hand. "Your brooms are outdated."

The Gryffindor House Team then noticed the Slytherin House Team's Magic Broom —brand new, smooth, and high-end, especially the golden Nimbus 2001, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Where did these Nimbus come from?

Ron, who had just arrived, was stunned. His family used to use the old Nimbus Series, or even older Cleansweep Series.

It was only when Harry came over during the holidays that they had the chance to experience Nimbus 2000, but even then, they had to take turns riding it.

Now, with seven of the latest Nimbus Series swords in front of him, and in the hands of the Slytherin House Team, it's hard not to feel envious and jealous.

"It was a gift from Draco's father," Flint explained. "Compared to these Nimbus, your brooms are indeed outdated."

The Gryffindor House Team was speechless for a moment, having no reason to refute it.

"Pretty good, right, Weasley?" Draco said. "My dad can handle even the best equipment."

Just then, Hermione pulled Aaron over and, upon hearing this, couldn't help but exclaim, "Gryffindor members aren't selected just because they have money; they're chosen based on real ability."

Draco's face darkened, and he was about to retort when he saw Aaron behind Hermione. He immediately suppressed his anger and sneered, "Who do you think I am? Malfoy wouldn't resort to such petty tricks."

One of the Slytherin House Team players graduated this year, so they needed to take in a new player.

I joined temporarily, and these new Nimbus are just a welcome gift.

As for your point about ability, I don't think Harry Potter demonstrated any of that when he joined Gryffindor, unless you count catching that Memory Orb.

Hermione opened her mouth, unsure of what to say; the situation seemed somewhat different from what she had imagined.

Draco didn't join the Academy team through connections; he joined as a substitute, which makes sense.

"At least Gryffindor doesn't rely on equipment to intimidate people," Ron said unhappily.

"You'd like to," Draco scoffed. "The question is, do you even have the ability?"

Perhaps I can suggest that you get some gold and sell your old brooms; I think some museums might offer a high price.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherin side burst into mocking laughter.

"You..." Ron angrily took out his patched Wand, pointed it at Draco, and said, "You will pay for this."

"Eat Slugs!"

Ron chanted a spell, and a green light appeared at the tip of his Wand, but it shot backward.

Just as the green light was about to strike Ron, a silvery spell shot out from the side, shattering the spell, but the impact of the explosion also knocked Ron back several steps.

"Don't use such disgusting spells, they're too awful." Aaron put away his Wand and then looked at Ron, whose hand was trembling slightly. "You're welcome."

One more thing to remind you: if you're not changing your Wand, try not to use it, otherwise you might accidentally hurt yourself.

Ron nodded blankly, he hadn't expected his Wand to be damaged to this extent.

He could understand that it sometimes worked and sometimes didn't; he figured he'd get it working eventually if he tried a few more times.

It's not a big deal if the spell isn't very effective; after all, that's just how this Wand is.

He really couldn't accept the spell reflecting back. It wasn't a question of whether he could make do with it; it was a question of whether he could withstand the backlash after using it.

"Aaron, you shouldn't have interfered," Draco said with some regret. "I wanted to see what it would be like to see Weasley get hit by his own spell."

"Stop joking, you might not find it disgusting, but I do!" Aaron said speechlessly, then looked at Flint with a gentle smile, "Captain Marcus, can you tell me what's going on?"

When Flint saw Aaron, his arrogance immediately subsided.

He dared not treat Aaron as an ordinary second-year student, because Aaron had already achieved the incredible feat of taking on seven opponents in his first year, meaning that the entire Slytherin House Team was his defeated foe.

"We want to use the Quidditch Pitch, but unfortunately, Gryffindor seems to have the same idea."

"We've booked the whole place," Wood retorted, not to be outdone. "And we were here first."

"We're still a few hours early," George interjected.

Fred added, "He didn't even have time for breakfast."

"I have a special order." Flint waved Snape's approval slip. "I don't think Oliver would take Professor Snape's special order lightly!"

Wood clenched his fists so tightly that his bones cracked, clearly indicating that his patience had reached its limit.

Aaron understood this perfectly, since Flint's tone was particularly irritating; he didn't seem to be there to discuss things, but rather to show off.

"So what?" Wood sneered. "Today is Gryffindor's private event. It was agreed upon by the four captains, and you agreed to it at the time. But isn't it obvious that you're going back on your word by coming here now?"

"We're not giving up the field today, and we're in the right to cause trouble at Dumbledore's place."

The Gryffindor House Team players also perked up and stood firmly behind their captain. After all, it was rare to see Wood stand up for himself, and this time they were indeed in the right.

Flint didn't take it seriously and weighed the approval slip in his hand again. "I have a special order."

"Wait, is that so?" Aaron looked at Flint with some displeasure and asked. He had thought it was a misunderstanding, but now it seemed to be premeditated.

Flint paused for a moment, then hesitated before explaining, "The date on this slip is today."

"But that doesn't mean it can take away from our training time!"

"This is Professor Snape's idea; Slytherin wants to train the Seeker."

"Hey you, go find Professor McGonagall and explain the situation, and while you're at it, get a referral slip," Wood said. "We're not without the Dean's backing."

"Wood, be more careful with your words," Fred said meaningfully. "I must remind you that Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal."

"I'll go find Professor McGonagall right now," George said excitedly.

"Wait a minute," Wood stopped him, "I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about him."

Ron pointed awkwardly to himself. "Me? Why me?"

"It's seven against seven now. If George leaves, it'll be seven against seven. We'll be at a disadvantage if we fight," Wood said seriously. "So, it's up to you, Weasley family's brother."

"Alright!" Ron took a deep breath. "Hermione, let's go."

"Wait a moment," Wood said again. "Granger can't leave yet."

"Why is that?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Wood glanced at Aaron and Hermione standing to the side, and said with a troubled expression, "The situation on the ground could turn into eight against eight at any moment."

Ron:...

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not as good as Hermione?"

"Hahaha...

"Weasley, I've suddenly realized you've gotten smarter," Draco teased. "It's not easy to recognize even this much!"

"You..." Ron glared at him angrily, then inadvertently noticed Colin not far away, and the corners of his mouth immediately turned up. "Gryffindor isn't without outside help; we still have an advantage."

Upon hearing this, not only Draco, but the rest of the Slytherin House Team burst into laughter.

"Weasley, I take back what I just said," Draco said. "You don't actually think the two of you combined can beat Aaron, do you?"

By the way, your Wand is also a problem. Are you sure it won't hold Granger back?

"Enough." Aaron glared at Draco. "Don't stir things up now."

Draco shrugged and awkwardly shut his mouth; he still had to give Aaron face.

"I understand the situation roughly; Slytherin was in the wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere seemed to freeze; no one had expected him to say that.

Marcus paused for a moment, then frowned. "Don't forget who you are, you're Slytherin."

"Slytherin have to be reasonable too!" Aaron said speechlessly. "I don't think Professor Snape knows that Gryffindor place to themselves today!"

That special order only instructed unauthorized personnel on the field to make way for the Slytherin House Team, not to allow you to take over Gryffindor's field usage rights.

Marcus frowned, said nothing, and just looked at Aaron with annoyance.

"Don't look at me like that. If you're not convinced, we can have a one-on-one fight. You can choose the method."

Whether it's magic, close combat, or Quidditch, even though I haven't practiced for a year, I still have some confidence.

Upon hearing this, Marcus turned his face away without hesitation. He dared not duel with this ruthless man, because even if he won, he would definitely not fare well.

"There are still some reasonable people in Slytherin." Wood nodded in satisfaction, looking at the Slytherin House Team provocatively. "Can you leave now?"

"I'm afraid that won't work." Aaron gave Wood an apologetic look and said seriously, "I'm sorry, but we still can't give you the Quidditch Pitch today."