The sky in the distance is gray. Black Cat stepped on the snow, forming a vivid ink color.
My physical strength is slowly recovering, and the shouts from Quidditch Pitch on the other side are gradually getting louder.
"I might as well tell you that we will definitely win Quidditch Cup this year!"
This is Wood shouting,
"This year, our team will definitely shine! We will overcome all obstacles!"
His words boosted the morale of the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
The Ravenclaw Quidditch Team members remained silent, just looked at them coldly, and then Roger said:
"Then let's wait and see."
But after leaving the stadium, Roger couldn't help it:
"They have been provoking us, and the only thing we have to do is to kill these arrogant bastards! Let Beater put on the hardest pole!
We'll win the game and crack a few heads!"
It seems like he is a big fan of Falmouth Falcons, because that is the slogan of Falmouth Falcons.
Inside Quidditch Pitch, Wood seemed to be in the afternoon, but in fact he was looking intently at Ravenclaw's dressing room.
"No back door--"
Fred jumped out of the locker room.
"There wasn't an extra person in the final training, and it looks like there won't be too many people in the game—"
George took the call.
"We defeated Slytherin, and then defeated Hufflepuff under the favor of Snape. Nothing can stop us!
Ravenclaw lost their strong foreign players, and we are the best--the best--team in the school."
As he spoke, he smashed one fist into the palm of the other, his eyes flashing with the wild light of the past.
"We have three of the best Chaser."
Wood points to Alicia·Spinnet, Angelina·Johnson and Katie·Bell.
"We have two invincible Beater."
"Stop it, Oliver, you're making us feel embarrassed."
Fred and George·Weasley said in unison, pretending to blush.
"We also have Seeker who has never lost a game!"
Wood continued, glaring at Harry with a fierce and proud look.
"And me."
He added as if he remembered it later.
"We think you're great too, Oliver."
George said.
"The croaking goalkeeper."
Fred said.
"Destroy them!"
Wood finally concluded.
Professor McGonagall was listening to this exciting declaration not far away from Quidditch Pitch, and the enthusiasm in his eyes almost burst out.
But instead of walking into the court like before, she took advantage of the fact that Sean had just learned Stone Warriors Awaken to correct some minor mistakes and explain some more efficient techniques to him.
Sean was drilled into Transfiguration office using the Black Cat pattern, and it was drilled out in the same way.
Just like he doesn't understand why the cat's body is so soft, he also doesn't understand why Professor McGonagall loves Quidditch so much.
Weird isn't it?
At this time, a barn owl flew in from the colorful window, landed on Sean's shoulder, and then dropped many letters.
Sean When he saw this big owl, he knew whose letter it was from.
[Dear Green:
If you have time to read this letter, please tell me whether you have put away your Portkey?
Roar, I see it's Hogwarts's Quidditch season again. Is Minerva still sitting in the northern stands?
It's a request. You have to tell me something. Otherwise, how can the old Marcus have access to your life?
Love you: Marcus]
Sean gently unfolded the letter, and then Quill began to shake above the letter.
The owl in the Great Hall is flapping its wings and making a lot of noise. Part of the noise also belongs to Sean.
After he finished writing this letter, the rest of the letters came flooding in. The letters from the three little McGonagall were filled with words.
In the letter were several crystal clear glass balls, some dazzling candy wrappers, and a commission list:
[We dedicate all our treasures to you, dear Wizard Green, can you come back early, we have worked so hard to wait for you]
The last sentence was even written incorrectly.
So Sean sent some cookies. Unexpectedly, Marcus's owl was surprisingly fast. At night, it brought a reply.
[As to the question you mentioned about Quidditch, I'd be happy to talk to you a little bit about it--
This is a distant story.
Isabelle, our mother, she is a very talented wizard, and she was also an excellent Quidditch player of Hogwarts.
She fell in love with our father, a non-magical man, Robert. And voluntarily gave up the magical world for love.
Their love is so sincere and passionate, but wizards living in the world of Muggle will not have a good situation.
Especially when the three of us, my sister and I, all show magical talents]
At this point in the letter, Sean already roughly understood it, so he continued to look down.
This is a long letter, describing a past that has been deliberately forgotten:
[We cannot reveal one iota about magical abilities,
Minerva, she is very close to our father, and her temperament is even more similar to our father.
She also felt painful when she saw her father struggling with the family's strange situation.
In addition, she could also feel how tight our mother's life was in adapting to the life in Muggle village, how much she missed the free time with her magical peers, and how much she wanted to freely use her magical talent again.
She once told us that she would never forget how many times her mother cried when she received Hogwarts's admission notice on her eleventh birthday; she knew that the reason why Isabelle cried was not only because of pride, but also mixed with envy.
So when she later fell in love with a man without magic, she chose to leave without saying a word.
The day after he proposed to her.
Because <International Secrecy Act>, she couldn't even tell him the reason for leaving, leaving him heartbroken.
Later... he died in the riot caused by Voldemort]
After reading this, Sean was completely stunned.
He seemed to understand something, why Professor McGonagall is always strict and never gives in.
[If you ask me why Minerva likes Quidditch so much, all I can tell you is:
Quidditch is a bond. When the talent she inherited from her mother is revealed, perhaps both of them have been exposed to the extraordinary magic.
She and her mother are both excellent players, which may be a consolation?]
Even in the evening, Quidditch Pitch is still noisy, and Ravenclaw Quidditch Team is training non-stop.
Professor McGonagall stares out the window, in Transfiguration office, she can always see Quidditch Pitch.
She inherited little from her childhood, only a rage against mediocre life and a determination not to be left alone.