Chapter 79 Quidditch (4000)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 79 Quidditch (4000)
"Muggle what... armor?" Ron was confused.
Hermione walked up to the two with a very happy face, probably trying to get the wand back from Mrs. Penrad but failed.
She was unhappy if one of them didn't have a wand.
McGuffin looked back and saw that Hermione was wearing a heavy robe at this time, but it wasn't bulky and looked a little cute.On the head is a pink sweater hat with two fluffy balls on it, and a scarf of the same color is wrapped around the neck to cover half of the face.
Ron was very envious when he saw it, and stared straight at the scarf and hat.
"Why is it so cold all of a sudden today, it feels like I've arrived in Siberia all of a sudden!" McGuffinha started, and white mist flowed out from the gap between his hands, like puffing up clouds.
The cold caught several people unawares.
At this time, Harry landed on a broom from the sky and quickly landed beside them.
He looked like he was about to faint from the cold, trembling all over, and he could almost fall off the broom in the next moment.
"Harry, it's time for you to warm up to the fire!
"Hermione subconsciously searched for the wand with her hand deep in the robe, and said in a muffled voice through the scarf.
When she couldn't find the wand, she remembered that her wand had been confiscated, and she couldn't cast spells for two days, with a distressed and desperate expression on her face.
Not long after, all the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team landed here.
George and Fred greeted McGuffin happily, and invited them to the Quidditch team's locker room.
On the other side, the captain of the team, Wood, looked at Harry with a sad face. Since Harry was attacked by a troll last night, he has fallen into a spell of exhaustion.His condition was very bad, and the weather suddenly turned to winter overnight, especially when flying over the Quidditch pitch, it was even more cold and windy.
"Can't you ask Mrs. Penrad to do something for you? Harry! For example, drink some potion of rejuvenation..." Wood pulled Harry and kept asking around the McGuffins.
McGuffin saw that Harry was embarrassed to speak out, so he interrupted Wood's fantasy, "Mrs. Penrad's original words were like this, 'You cannot cast any magic, including drinking any potions that have magical effects on the body. Do you think the magic exhaustion is a joke...'"
Seeing Wood's look of despair, McGuffin half-told a cold joke that no one could understand, enlivening the embarrassing atmosphere, and suggested, "Maybe we should think of a way from other aspects, such as getting some equipment, as the old saying goes - if you are weak, either Krypton or Ou! Krypton is naturally looking for external equipment..."
Unexpectedly—Wood took this as a life-saving straw!
"Tell me carefully!" He turned around and grabbed McGuffin's arm with great force, his expression twisted.
This startled McGuffin.
"For example, put Harry on clothes that have been stabilized with thermal insulation magic, or cast spells on his glasses so that he can find the Snitch more quickly, or cast magic on gloves or shoes that can stick to broomsticks..."
McGuffin became more and more excited, pouring all the coquettish thoughts in his head into Wood's mind.
"This is not good! This is unfair to other teams..." Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson questioned.
Wood didn't think so. Instead, he muttered words, his eyes were shining -- this frightened everyone a little.
"It should be fine!...That's right!"
Then, he came back to his senses and asked the rest of the Gryffindor players, "There is no such rule in Quidditch, is there?"
The others looked at the captain who had fallen into madness, dumbfounded, and didn't know what to do.
Obviously, among all the Gryffindor players, he is the one who memorizes the Quidditch rules one by one seriously, but instead asks them those people who usually play tricks when it comes to memorizing the rules.
After muttering a few words, Wood ran outside in a hurry, and it seemed that he was really looking for someone to try to make some 'equipment'.
The few remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay.
Harry's timid words broke the silence, "Are you still training?"
"What about training? Didn't you see that the captain is busy with important matters?" Angelina said angrily. She really couldn't accept this kind of irregular 'trick' approach to win the Quidditch match.
But this made McGuffin think about whether he should make some preparations for the Christmas duel.
For example, like Wood, "krypton gold" is used to make equipment. After all, Malfoy can be regarded as a rich young master. If someone else might have equipment, wouldn't he be an idiot if he didn't prepare it?
What's more, he was taught by Snape carefully. In McGuffin's memory, when he dueled with Harry in the second grade, wasn't he taught a Slytherin's unique magic 'Going out of a Hole'?
The Christmas duel contest is related to several tasks of oneself, as well as the improvement of strength, so there can be no mistakes.
Now he must seize every opportunity to improve his strength. He always feels that Voldemort did not find him. It is the calm before the storm, and a little bit of strength is a little bit.
When McGuffin was about to catch up with Wood and asked if he could get someone to customize a set of equipment for him, George Fred held McGuffin from both sides, winked and whispered in his ear, "McGuffin, didn't you ask us to do something?"
The two pulled him into a corner on one side of the lounge,—sneaky, as sneaky as a dark wizard merchant in Knockturn Alley was selling items.
"McGuffin, Nuo, this is a big dung egg!" One of the two blocked everyone's curious eyes with their bodies, and the other took out an egg-like thing from under his robe, but it was one size larger, with a blue-gray shell.
It feels slippery, but it looks like some kind of elastic rubber product.
"Work! Although I don't know what you want to do, our principle is—"
"as soon as sold"
"Non-refundable!"
"Refused to bargain!"
"I won't ask too many questions!"
The two asked and answered with a smile.
After McGuffin paid the money, he held the big dung egg and felt very hot. He couldn't help asking a question in his heart, "You kept it in your pockets all the time. Weren't you afraid that this thing would explode on your body when you flew into the sky just now?"
"My Gorgon! What a genius idea!" George praised McGuffin excitedly, "You are such a little genius! This idea! Really... If it weren't for your talent for flying broomsticks, our Gryffindor team would need someone like you—to be able to have such an idea from time to time to attack those Slytherins..."
"Indeed - we can do this, put a big shit egg that can have revoked the security measures in the pocket of Slytherin, when they play Quidditch in the eyes of everyone - burst in mid-air, the smell is blowing in the wind..."
"This scene is so beautiful..." Fred also responded from the side.
amount……
McGuffin thought for a while following what the two said, and shuddered from the bottom of his heart—this destructive power is too great, and it is very likely that it will rain down from the sky, regardless of enemy or friend, and hurt innocent people.
These two guys can't take it seriously!
After taking a closer look at Fred, George's expression—still the same playful smile, it's hard to tell if it's a joke or not.
Shivering, McGuffin wanted to finish this matter quickly, and stay away from the two of them, in case they really took action, they might trap themselves again.
McGuffin wants to buy this big dung egg just in case.
He remembered that in Harry's first Quidditch match tomorrow, Quirrell would cast a curse on Harry, trying to knock him off his broomstick. Hermione thought it was Snape's curse.
But now a few of them don't have magic wands, and if tomorrow happens as in the plot, they must be prepared.Thinking that casting a curse in the plot requires concentration of sight, then—throwing a big dung egg there, people will definitely stand up and scatter away, which can also play a role in blocking sight and interrupting the curse.
(Even if Quirrell can hold back, I don't believe everyone can sit in that smell and watch the game?! McGuffin thinks so.)
"But Albert, it seems that you have never used a big dung egg! You have missed the most important part of life fun!" Fred smiled and explained the safety measures and usage of the big dung egg to McGuffin.
It turns out that this gadget must be soaked in water and pinched three times before it can be used until the entire 'eggshell' turns golden yellow. Otherwise, if it is really easy to crack like an egg and explodes in people's pockets, this gadget will not be so popular among the little wizards in Hogwarts.
"You must be careful after soaking in water. It is best to use it up immediately, otherwise it is very likely to forget it somewhere, and then accidentally..." George had a deep understanding, as if he had a very unbearable memory.
"Hi, job! I don't think one is useful. I have other types. For example, once thrown out, it can smell ten times stronger, like burning poop; this smell is relatively long-lasting. Once it is used, as long as it sticks a little, it will smell like this for the next week. It is painful. It is simply the best companion for home travel and security revenge."
Fred leaned over and put his arms around McGuffin's shoulders to introduce him to the 'efficacy' of various products, but he accidentally dropped the big dung egg in his hand.
McGuffin was very nervous at first, but as the twin brothers said—this thing didn't explode on the spot, but jumped on the ground twice like some kind of rubber ball, then rolled away, and fell to the feet of others.
Hermione picked it up suspiciously, looked at it, and squeezed it hard.
And the others knew what it was at a glance. More or less, these people also often bought special versions of the model from the twin brothers, and there were knowing smiles on their faces.
Especially Ron - when he suddenly realized something, he pointed at Hermione's hand and wanted to say something.
"McGuffin you..."
"Shut up! Ron, I really bought this thing for a serious, very important, serious use." McGuffin repeatedly emphasized that he had a serious use.
"Yes, yes, we all have serious uses..."
After Hermione asked Ron what the McGuffin had bought, she immediately thought of one thing.
"McGuffin, you don't want to use the big dung egg to throw Malfoy in the duel competition on Christmas Eve, do you! That's where all the professors are present, you must not do this..."
McGuffin got a headache from Hermione talking about it.
He was full of irritability, and an idea came to his mind - if it really happened as in the plot that Harry was cursed while looking for the flying sweep, let Hermione perform this glorious task.
Anyway, Hermione prevented the curse in the plot, McGuffin really didn't want to face Quirrell/Voldemort anymore!
What's more, it's impossible for me to go forward and die - throw a big dung egg to Voldemort!
At this time Wood entered the locker room with a bright red Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, and he handed it to Harry to try it on.
After Harry was dressed and flew around in the sky, his face was flushed and he didn't look like he was frozen just now, and he was in excellent condition.
"It's perfect, we have to change everyone's clothes to this and catch Slytherin off guard tomorrow! To get the points out of that quagmire."
The scores of Gryffindor and Slytherin have almost dropped to around single digits after two big incidents this semester (food fight and night tour duel), and have been hovering around. Now Hufflepuff College is actually leading the way.
This made Slytherins even more unacceptable than Gryffindor winning the House Cup.
In the eyes of most Gryffindor students - winning the house cup is not the most important thing, what is important to them is to let Slytherin lose the house cup.
So tomorrow's Quidditch match - both Houses are determined to win.
After all, if a certain academy wins, they will get a lot of points to add to the academy cup.And it's possible to end up with the Quidditch Trophy, as well as adding points to the House Cup.
Finally, Wood thanked McGuffin loudly for his idea, and said that if he wanted to, he could come here anytime and find someone to train his broom flying skills.
"No one on the Gryffindor Quidditch team will refuse you! Don't dare to say anything else - you are always welcome here, and you will enjoy the fun of real Quidditch here. …"
Someone tugged at the hem of his clothes from behind.
Wood glanced back at Angelina, and then said to McGuffin, "You really helped, Albert!"
Angelina kept pulling Wood's robe behind her with an embarrassed face.
"Miss Johnson, what the hell are you doing?" Wood looked back at their team's Chaser impatiently.
"She means that my name is McGuffin Albert! You haven't heard my full name yet! You can call me McGuffin from now on! Captain Wood! You just said that I can come here anytime, anywhere and train with the team, right?!"
McGuffin knew what the other side meant, and said his full name openly, showing his identity.
"You are that crazy MacGuffin!..." Wood's inadvertent 'truth' made McGuffin once again hammer his reputation at Hogwarts.
It also made the room suddenly full of awkward conversation.
After knowing the name of MacGuffin, Wood immediately understood!
——When thinking of the flying broom talent of the little wizard opposite, he was sweating profusely.
Think about the big talk I just made - how to let a person who can't even touch a broom enjoy the fun of Quidditch.
Under the joking gazes of everyone, Wood didn't dare to say anything, even George and Fred next to him made fun of him, and he didn't bother to scold him.
Then he left here in a hurry.
Then there was a roar of laughter in the locker room, filled with a certain cheerful atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)
"Muggle what... armor?" Ron was confused.
Hermione walked up to the two with a very happy face, probably trying to get the wand back from Mrs. Penrad but failed.
She was unhappy if one of them didn't have a wand.
McGuffin looked back and saw that Hermione was wearing a heavy robe at this time, but it wasn't bulky and looked a little cute.On the head is a pink sweater hat with two fluffy balls on it, and a scarf of the same color is wrapped around the neck to cover half of the face.
Ron was very envious when he saw it, and stared straight at the scarf and hat.
"Why is it so cold all of a sudden today, it feels like I've arrived in Siberia all of a sudden!" McGuffinha started, and white mist flowed out from the gap between his hands, like puffing up clouds.
The cold caught several people unawares.
At this time, Harry landed on a broom from the sky and quickly landed beside them.
He looked like he was about to faint from the cold, trembling all over, and he could almost fall off the broom in the next moment.
"Harry, it's time for you to warm up to the fire!
"Hermione subconsciously searched for the wand with her hand deep in the robe, and said in a muffled voice through the scarf.
When she couldn't find the wand, she remembered that her wand had been confiscated, and she couldn't cast spells for two days, with a distressed and desperate expression on her face.
Not long after, all the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team landed here.
George and Fred greeted McGuffin happily, and invited them to the Quidditch team's locker room.
On the other side, the captain of the team, Wood, looked at Harry with a sad face. Since Harry was attacked by a troll last night, he has fallen into a spell of exhaustion.His condition was very bad, and the weather suddenly turned to winter overnight, especially when flying over the Quidditch pitch, it was even more cold and windy.
"Can't you ask Mrs. Penrad to do something for you? Harry! For example, drink some potion of rejuvenation..." Wood pulled Harry and kept asking around the McGuffins.
McGuffin saw that Harry was embarrassed to speak out, so he interrupted Wood's fantasy, "Mrs. Penrad's original words were like this, 'You cannot cast any magic, including drinking any potions that have magical effects on the body. Do you think the magic exhaustion is a joke...'"
Seeing Wood's look of despair, McGuffin half-told a cold joke that no one could understand, enlivening the embarrassing atmosphere, and suggested, "Maybe we should think of a way from other aspects, such as getting some equipment, as the old saying goes - if you are weak, either Krypton or Ou! Krypton is naturally looking for external equipment..."
Unexpectedly—Wood took this as a life-saving straw!
"Tell me carefully!" He turned around and grabbed McGuffin's arm with great force, his expression twisted.
This startled McGuffin.
"For example, put Harry on clothes that have been stabilized with thermal insulation magic, or cast spells on his glasses so that he can find the Snitch more quickly, or cast magic on gloves or shoes that can stick to broomsticks..."
McGuffin became more and more excited, pouring all the coquettish thoughts in his head into Wood's mind.
"This is not good! This is unfair to other teams..." Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson questioned.
Wood didn't think so. Instead, he muttered words, his eyes were shining -- this frightened everyone a little.
"It should be fine!...That's right!"
Then, he came back to his senses and asked the rest of the Gryffindor players, "There is no such rule in Quidditch, is there?"
The others looked at the captain who had fallen into madness, dumbfounded, and didn't know what to do.
Obviously, among all the Gryffindor players, he is the one who memorizes the Quidditch rules one by one seriously, but instead asks them those people who usually play tricks when it comes to memorizing the rules.
After muttering a few words, Wood ran outside in a hurry, and it seemed that he was really looking for someone to try to make some 'equipment'.
The few remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay.
Harry's timid words broke the silence, "Are you still training?"
"What about training? Didn't you see that the captain is busy with important matters?" Angelina said angrily. She really couldn't accept this kind of irregular 'trick' approach to win the Quidditch match.
But this made McGuffin think about whether he should make some preparations for the Christmas duel.
For example, like Wood, "krypton gold" is used to make equipment. After all, Malfoy can be regarded as a rich young master. If someone else might have equipment, wouldn't he be an idiot if he didn't prepare it?
What's more, he was taught by Snape carefully. In McGuffin's memory, when he dueled with Harry in the second grade, wasn't he taught a Slytherin's unique magic 'Going out of a Hole'?
The Christmas duel contest is related to several tasks of oneself, as well as the improvement of strength, so there can be no mistakes.
Now he must seize every opportunity to improve his strength. He always feels that Voldemort did not find him. It is the calm before the storm, and a little bit of strength is a little bit.
When McGuffin was about to catch up with Wood and asked if he could get someone to customize a set of equipment for him, George Fred held McGuffin from both sides, winked and whispered in his ear, "McGuffin, didn't you ask us to do something?"
The two pulled him into a corner on one side of the lounge,—sneaky, as sneaky as a dark wizard merchant in Knockturn Alley was selling items.
"McGuffin, Nuo, this is a big dung egg!" One of the two blocked everyone's curious eyes with their bodies, and the other took out an egg-like thing from under his robe, but it was one size larger, with a blue-gray shell.
It feels slippery, but it looks like some kind of elastic rubber product.
"Work! Although I don't know what you want to do, our principle is—"
"as soon as sold"
"Non-refundable!"
"Refused to bargain!"
"I won't ask too many questions!"
The two asked and answered with a smile.
After McGuffin paid the money, he held the big dung egg and felt very hot. He couldn't help asking a question in his heart, "You kept it in your pockets all the time. Weren't you afraid that this thing would explode on your body when you flew into the sky just now?"
"My Gorgon! What a genius idea!" George praised McGuffin excitedly, "You are such a little genius! This idea! Really... If it weren't for your talent for flying broomsticks, our Gryffindor team would need someone like you—to be able to have such an idea from time to time to attack those Slytherins..."
"Indeed - we can do this, put a big shit egg that can have revoked the security measures in the pocket of Slytherin, when they play Quidditch in the eyes of everyone - burst in mid-air, the smell is blowing in the wind..."
"This scene is so beautiful..." Fred also responded from the side.
amount……
McGuffin thought for a while following what the two said, and shuddered from the bottom of his heart—this destructive power is too great, and it is very likely that it will rain down from the sky, regardless of enemy or friend, and hurt innocent people.
These two guys can't take it seriously!
After taking a closer look at Fred, George's expression—still the same playful smile, it's hard to tell if it's a joke or not.
Shivering, McGuffin wanted to finish this matter quickly, and stay away from the two of them, in case they really took action, they might trap themselves again.
McGuffin wants to buy this big dung egg just in case.
He remembered that in Harry's first Quidditch match tomorrow, Quirrell would cast a curse on Harry, trying to knock him off his broomstick. Hermione thought it was Snape's curse.
But now a few of them don't have magic wands, and if tomorrow happens as in the plot, they must be prepared.Thinking that casting a curse in the plot requires concentration of sight, then—throwing a big dung egg there, people will definitely stand up and scatter away, which can also play a role in blocking sight and interrupting the curse.
(Even if Quirrell can hold back, I don't believe everyone can sit in that smell and watch the game?! McGuffin thinks so.)
"But Albert, it seems that you have never used a big dung egg! You have missed the most important part of life fun!" Fred smiled and explained the safety measures and usage of the big dung egg to McGuffin.
It turns out that this gadget must be soaked in water and pinched three times before it can be used until the entire 'eggshell' turns golden yellow. Otherwise, if it is really easy to crack like an egg and explodes in people's pockets, this gadget will not be so popular among the little wizards in Hogwarts.
"You must be careful after soaking in water. It is best to use it up immediately, otherwise it is very likely to forget it somewhere, and then accidentally..." George had a deep understanding, as if he had a very unbearable memory.
"Hi, job! I don't think one is useful. I have other types. For example, once thrown out, it can smell ten times stronger, like burning poop; this smell is relatively long-lasting. Once it is used, as long as it sticks a little, it will smell like this for the next week. It is painful. It is simply the best companion for home travel and security revenge."
Fred leaned over and put his arms around McGuffin's shoulders to introduce him to the 'efficacy' of various products, but he accidentally dropped the big dung egg in his hand.
McGuffin was very nervous at first, but as the twin brothers said—this thing didn't explode on the spot, but jumped on the ground twice like some kind of rubber ball, then rolled away, and fell to the feet of others.
Hermione picked it up suspiciously, looked at it, and squeezed it hard.
And the others knew what it was at a glance. More or less, these people also often bought special versions of the model from the twin brothers, and there were knowing smiles on their faces.
Especially Ron - when he suddenly realized something, he pointed at Hermione's hand and wanted to say something.
"McGuffin you..."
"Shut up! Ron, I really bought this thing for a serious, very important, serious use." McGuffin repeatedly emphasized that he had a serious use.
"Yes, yes, we all have serious uses..."
After Hermione asked Ron what the McGuffin had bought, she immediately thought of one thing.
"McGuffin, you don't want to use the big dung egg to throw Malfoy in the duel competition on Christmas Eve, do you! That's where all the professors are present, you must not do this..."
McGuffin got a headache from Hermione talking about it.
He was full of irritability, and an idea came to his mind - if it really happened as in the plot that Harry was cursed while looking for the flying sweep, let Hermione perform this glorious task.
Anyway, Hermione prevented the curse in the plot, McGuffin really didn't want to face Quirrell/Voldemort anymore!
What's more, it's impossible for me to go forward and die - throw a big dung egg to Voldemort!
At this time Wood entered the locker room with a bright red Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, and he handed it to Harry to try it on.
After Harry was dressed and flew around in the sky, his face was flushed and he didn't look like he was frozen just now, and he was in excellent condition.
"It's perfect, we have to change everyone's clothes to this and catch Slytherin off guard tomorrow! To get the points out of that quagmire."
The scores of Gryffindor and Slytherin have almost dropped to around single digits after two big incidents this semester (food fight and night tour duel), and have been hovering around. Now Hufflepuff College is actually leading the way.
This made Slytherins even more unacceptable than Gryffindor winning the House Cup.
In the eyes of most Gryffindor students - winning the house cup is not the most important thing, what is important to them is to let Slytherin lose the house cup.
So tomorrow's Quidditch match - both Houses are determined to win.
After all, if a certain academy wins, they will get a lot of points to add to the academy cup.And it's possible to end up with the Quidditch Trophy, as well as adding points to the House Cup.
Finally, Wood thanked McGuffin loudly for his idea, and said that if he wanted to, he could come here anytime and find someone to train his broom flying skills.
"No one on the Gryffindor Quidditch team will refuse you! Don't dare to say anything else - you are always welcome here, and you will enjoy the fun of real Quidditch here. …"
Someone tugged at the hem of his clothes from behind.
Wood glanced back at Angelina, and then said to McGuffin, "You really helped, Albert!"
Angelina kept pulling Wood's robe behind her with an embarrassed face.
"Miss Johnson, what the hell are you doing?" Wood looked back at their team's Chaser impatiently.
"She means that my name is McGuffin Albert! You haven't heard my full name yet! You can call me McGuffin from now on! Captain Wood! You just said that I can come here anytime, anywhere and train with the team, right?!"
McGuffin knew what the other side meant, and said his full name openly, showing his identity.
"You are that crazy MacGuffin!..." Wood's inadvertent 'truth' made McGuffin once again hammer his reputation at Hogwarts.
It also made the room suddenly full of awkward conversation.
After knowing the name of MacGuffin, Wood immediately understood!
——When thinking of the flying broom talent of the little wizard opposite, he was sweating profusely.
Think about the big talk I just made - how to let a person who can't even touch a broom enjoy the fun of Quidditch.
Under the joking gazes of everyone, Wood didn't dare to say anything, even George and Fred next to him made fun of him, and he didn't bother to scold him.
Then he left here in a hurry.
Then there was a roar of laughter in the locker room, filled with a certain cheerful atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)
