In the quiet corridor.
Sir Cadogan was looking for someone to duel with, but the monks nearby skillfully avoided him.
With the sound of leather boots trampling on the ground, a tall witch came to the portrait, with a slightly sullen expression on her face:
"Maybe your reputation for integrity and loyalty isn't always accurate?"
"Don't worry, ma'am,"
Sir Cadogan took off his hat and looked out the window at a huge owl flying into the night.
"A knight never lies."
Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch Match and chatted happily.
"Hufflepuff is nothing to be afraid of."
Michael said excitedly.
Then I saw Justin sitting not far from the long table, slightly confused.
"Oh, you pretend I didn't say that."
Michael quickly buried his head in the pudding.
"Are you going to the game? Sean?"
Justin took this opportunity to ask.
Sean saw everyone's eyes on Hope Cottage and turned to him.
They have been acting together for a long time, with the exception of Sean.
Sean always shuttles between professors. I heard that he went to a class Alchemy Class last week.
Merlin's beard--That's a sixth grade course.
So everyone always feels that something is missing.
"Hmm."
Unexpectedly, this time Sean nodded.
"Great--"
Justin whispered, and then the owl sent another letter, covering up the excitement for the game in the sound of flapping wings.
Seeing everyone discussing enthusiastically, Sean felt a little bit what Quidditch meant to the little wizards.
It is a bond that leads to some beautiful memories shared together.
Great Hall soon became empty, and almost all the little wizards rushed to Quidditch Pitch.
The professor's chair is also full of people - Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and Hagrid.
Sean They gathered around, Harry and Ron were discussing tactics, and they said they would analyze the shortcomings of the other two opponents through this game;
Hermione snorted helplessly, Harry and Ron remembered that there were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Ron patted his head and lowered his head:
"We're sorry..."
"Sorry for what? Shouldn't we discuss it in person?"
Justin made a rare joke.
"Yes--oh! No--"
Ron realized that nothing he said was right.
Whether he answers "yes" or "no", it doesn't sound like a good word.
"Fool."
Hermione silently distanced himself from Ron and Harry.
Two fools with well-developed limbs and seemingly simple minds.
"Sean, what do you think--Sean?
Justin asked subconsciously, but found that Sean disappeared.
"Oh... okay, I think I understand."
He continued to mutter to himself.
Ravenclaw locker room at this time.
Sean thinks, watching the game on the playing field is also watching the game, right?
"I knew you would come! Prefect Penelope You don't have to eat me alive now--"
Roger immediately held Sean's hand and shook it.
"Senior Lott, you can retire from the position of Seeker - let our strongest newcomer come!"
"I'd love to--come on, Mr. Green--"
Lott is the captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. He is a seventh-grade wizard. This is his last year fighting for Ravenclaw. He dreams of leaving a Seeker seed for Ravenclaw.
In the past, he discovered Qiu·Zhang, Roger·Davies, but now, I'm afraid there is a better choice.
"Gryffindor always brags about having the best team, but guys, you know what?
In my heart, you are the best team! Let them know that the eagle should always soar higher in the sky!"
Then the Ravenclaws burst into loud cheers.
Quidditch Pitch There is no wind at the moment, and the sky is a uniform pearly white, which means the visibility is good, but there is no glare from the sun.
Li·Lee Jordan was explaining passionately, and next to him was Professor McGonagall:
"We saw the final lineup that Ravenclaw just finalized,"
He looked at a Parchment and said,
"Last year's Beater is gone, but Lott seems to have found two new good Ravenclaw. It is said that they performed well as substitutes in the past.
But Lott retired, and in his last school year, he gave the opportunity to a newcomer - which is rare - Merlin's beard!"
He suddenly yelled.
"Lee Jordan!"
Professor McGonagall shouted.
"Sorry Professor. Actually, I can't imagine that name.
Oh--let's see--Ravenclaw, the new Seeker, is the only one to get Flying Permit in many years, passing Flying Test, with full marks The writer of Green's Notes, oh, I think that's the most important thing – anyway, the new Seeker of Ravenclaw is – Sean·Mr. Green!"
"You mean--"
Professor McGonagall stood up instantly.
"Professor."
Lee Jordan found this scene somewhat familiar, as if it had just happened.
Ravenclaw dressing room.
The players stood up, carried their broomsticks, and filed out of the locker room into the dazzling sky.
They received a thunderous welcome, and Sean could still hear singing, although it was drowned out by cheers and whistles.
"Oh my god! Sean!"
In the stands, Hermione and Justin were busy doing something on a flag.
"Ron, hurry!"
"I'm already working hard!"
Ron turned a scarf Transfiguration into a large flag, which has reached his Transfiguration limit.
Three minutes later.
A huge flag was erected with color-changing magic, sometimes with a big picture of Sean, sometimes with the words "Must Win".
Sean didn't like Quidditch very much, but when he saw Hermione, Justin and others making flags in surprise and waving to him; when Professor McGonagall nodded towards him with a look of great joy and relief, and even raised his fist secretly, he felt more deeply about Hogwarts.
The only not-so-good thing is that in the stands on the other side, Professor Snape's eyes are terrifyingly gloomy:
"A stupid sport held by a fool with big limbs... don't let me know who seduced a... destined Potions Master, hehe--"
His low-voltage radiation reached a circle of young wizards around them, and the Slytherins retreated a few meters away with great understanding.
Only Headmaster Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes and leaned over:
"I have to say, he looks a lot like Minerva, doesn't he..."
Professor Snape glanced fiercely at Dumbledore. The principal with a long and white beard smiled and stopped talking.