The Lecture Ends Abruptly
At 8:25 a. m., the once bustling corner of the Ravenclaw lounge became completely silent.
Having too many smart people isn't always a good thing, especially when most of them are just clever in a superficial way. Michael Corner is undoubtedly one of those people.
In the original timeline, when Harry was in his fifth year, Umbridge forbade Harry from participating in Quidditch Match.
However, Gryffindor still defeated Ravenclaw without Harry's help, which immediately displeased him, and he even tried to say something bad about Gryffindor to his then-girlfriend Ginny.
When Ginny ignored him, before they even discussed breaking up or remaining a couple, he ran to Harry's ex-girlfriend Cho to comfort her, and ended up getting together with her.
However, he eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts, so he wasn't exactly a very annoying guy.
Seeing the lecture fall silent, he mustered his courage and said, "Well, I can't think of any broom game that wizards would consider dangerous. We are not those fragile Muggle fellows who need to be protected."
"Very well, then I will continue. I'm sure you'll understand soon enough."
"I went on to say that the third prop needed for the game of Cauldron on Head is a hundred stones that are enchanted and placed a hundred feet off the ground."
"The 12 contestants had to use the cauldron on their heads to catch as many stones as possible, without using wands. In Scotland at the time, it caused a huge number of casualties."
"Therefore, it was declared an illegal sport in 1762. Speaking of this sport, we must mention one man, Magnus McDonald, nicknamed 'Blindhead'."
"You can tell from his nickname how obsessed he is with the Cauldron on Head, and how skilled he is—" Roger was then interrupted.
Curious, Lisa Turpin stood up. "How could you tell he was so skilled? I don't understand."
Roger saw that it was a little witch, and his voice became unusually soft, almost a pinched tone, though he himself didn't realize it. "Think about it, someone played with Cauldron on Head until their head was dented, and still survived. Who would dare say their skills weren't superb?"
"In the 1960s, he was the most famous and influential broom master, but even when he came forward to request the official resumption of the sport, the Ministry of Magic refused to lift the ban, citing the number of injuries and deaths from playing the game privately."
"That's why back then, if witches had partners from Scotland, their families would check the top of the head of the Scotland wizard. If there were wounds, or even just a flat spot, they would be unilaterally separated." Roger's voice, which hadn't been strained, smoothly returned to its normal, magnetic tone for the second half of the sentence.
"Excuse me, why are you only looking at the tops of men's heads?"
"Can I interpret this as discrimination against witches?" a sarcastic witch stood up and said, but before she could continue, she was chased away by Roger's female fans around her.
It really takes magic to defeat magic.
"That student has already left, but I still have to say that back then, no witch would have been willing to participate in the activity of Cauldron on Head, as it could result in disfigurement."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I usually use examples that would be used by both men and women. For instance, when I German Post Game, I said, 'It guarantees that he or she can't fly more than ten feet above the pillar,'" Roger said. Ryan couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Roger always uses two titles when he speaks, he's so meticulous. If he's not the Quidditch team captain, who is?"
Also, thankfully Hermione didn't express her approval of the woman who had just stood up.
When Hermione frowned, Ryan was almost startled. He knew that in his past life, the actress who played Hermione, Ms. Watson, was the same character as the sharp-tongued witch he had just seen.
Thankfully, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to join the trip to Atlantis next week. But in that case, with the Obliviate policy, she would definitely be included.
"Ugh, so annoying. I have to reschedule our trip to Atlantis with Kate. I'm too busy this weekend. I'll take Kate, Harry, and Hermione next week," Ryan thought to himself, bored.
After Roger was attacked, although the female fans managed to handle everything, he still decided to end today's lecture as soon as possible.
"I won't go into too much detail about other sports."
"The Irish Stilts Fire Barrel, simply put, is a contest where contestants carry a goat's gallbladder through a fire barrel placed on stilts. The one who doesn't catch fire is the winner. The fire-resistant spell (a basic magic that freezes flames; many wizards deliberately get captured by Muggle and burned for fun, just to enjoy the mild, itchy pleasure of the flames and to pretend to scream in pain) is a wizard's specialty, so this activity hasn't been banned yet."
"The Swedish Broom Race is a little over 300 miles long. It flies from Kopparberg to Arjeplog, passing through a dragon sanctuary (which is why its silver trophy is shaped like a Swedish Short-Snout Dragon). Now the event has become an international competition, with wizards from all over the world gathering in Kopparberg every year to cheer for the athletes, and then Apparition in Arjeplog to congratulate the winners."
"Devon Air Collision is all about trying to knock down other opponents. Quidditch Beater likely come from that, and I highly suspect that all the Slytherin guys are from Devon."
"Herefordshire Backwards Broom are, well, backbroomsticks. You hit someone's bladder with the twig end of a broomstick while walking around a hedge. The first person to hit their bladder scores a point, and the first one to reach fifty points wins." Roger rattled off a quick summary of all the historical sports like a machine gun, then quickly disappeared.
Presumably, they were afraid of saying something they shouldn't have, which would lead to further criticism.
Ron, standing nearby, breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness for Roger Davies. But why didn't he mention my favorite Chudley Cannons? They're not washed up yet." Then Ron suddenly stood up again. "Let's all cross our fingers and look forward to the most glorious moment. (The Chudley Cannons's motto, before they faded away, was 'We will conquer everything.')"
However, the surroundings were completely silent, with only the rustling of pages turning; there was no immediate response as Ron had imagined.
"Shut up, Ron. Let's not talk about the wand anymore. I'm still here, and you dare to talk nonsense."
"Although the Chudley Cannons has won the Confederation Cup twenty-one times, that was a century ago," Neville suddenly said.
"It's not a century. The last time was in 1892, and it's only 1991 now, a year short of a century."
"I swear on my life, this year's UEFA Cup will definitely belong to the Chudley Cannons!" Ron said angrily.
Then, Ron and Neville didn't say a word until they went to bed that night, which really opened Ryan's eyes.