Chapter 224 The Last Quidditch Match of This Semester
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Lockhart in the picture in the "Daily Prophet" is very handsome, and he is really charming with a big smile.
It's quite normal to attract an inexperienced little witch like Lavender just because of this appearance that is infinitely close to a perfect score.
Vincent took a sip of porridge silently.
If the Sorcerer's Stone Protection Team gets another high-quality wizard, the Ministry of Magic's attempt to cover up the matter will probably be serious.
He looked over at Fred and George, who looked disdainful.
"Listen to me, this boy who writes a book is definitely more of a beast than Seid."
Angelina reached out and squeezed away George's big face, "Hey, he's the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class!"
"What's the big deal, I—"
Fred quickly covered his mouth, "George said he is not feeling well, I have to help him to the school hospital."
"It's best to let Madam Pomfrey fix his mouth." Aliya next to her also looked unkindly.
The currently disclosed recipients of the Order of Merlin are Vincent and Lockhart.
Whether it is a surprise or not, it depends on whether the Ministry of Magic can hold it down.
Vincent moved his gaze to the long table next door.
Marietta looked like a nympho, as if she was talking to Qiu Ke about something.
He opened the newspaper again and found the densely packed side.
"Break with the Ghost",
"Swimming With Ghouls"
"Gideroy Lockhart teaches you how to get rid of household pests",
"Holidays with Hags",
"I Can Magic",
"Walking with Monsters"
"Sailboat with Vampires"
"Wandering with Werewolves"
"One Year With XZ Snowman"...
Vincent subconsciously took a breath.
This recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, quite likes to explore the world.
But looking younger than Snape, he has written 9 books since he graduated ten years ago.
The Time and Space Administration?
It is said that novels come from life. If the contents of the book are all true, then Lockhart's magic level must not be low.
"Is he really that powerful?"
"Oh my God, he is an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance. This title alone can prove the gold content of these books."
Hermione, like Vincent, realized that ordinary people don't have the energy to write books while exploring.
Either a god or a liar.
Since it is certified by an authoritative organization, no matter how much water there is, it will be within a reasonable range.
Vincent, who carefully retracted his gaze, closed the newspaper and took a bite of the sandwich very calmly.
Whether a real person is a god or not, you have to see it to know.
Time won't wait too long, this year's Merlin Honorary Ceremony will be in mid-July, just a little later than Nicole's "funeral".
……
……
A week later.
On the Quidditch field, the last game of the year is underway.
Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.
"Last month against the Hufflepuff team, Wayne gave them enough face and locked the score precisely at 160 points ahead."
"Mr. Jordan, please explain carefully." McGonagall in the stands said earnestly, "If a similar situation occurs again, I will ask you to leave."
Li nodded earnestly and began to introduce the players from both sides.
Standing opposite Wood was Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw team.
He is very handsome and has a very strong physique. He looks like a type who is good at sports.
As for the other players...
Vincent couldn't understand that the boy standing across from him, half a head shorter than himself, would be in the fifth grade.
"Vincent Wayne."
"E-Egil Bru-Brusto."
His personality is very similar to Neville's.
In some ways even worse.
Vincent just stretched out his hand, and Egil timidly hid behind Davis next to him.
Wood suppressed the smile on his face, "Don't be afraid, Wayne is actually quite a nice person."
"I—I'm not afraid." Egil always hid behind Davis.
Vincent, who tried his best to calm down, stretched out his hand. "feel free."
Egil stretched out his hand tremblingly, and withdrew his fingertips lightly.
Davis looked a little helpless.
Yes, he is really good at sports.
But what's the use of this?
Ravenclaw students say that it sounds good to be a top student, and the bad thing is a bookworm who has nothing but study.
Although not to the level that Hermione was before, let them play off the field?
Davis has worn out his lips before finally getting together the current lineup.
No wonder he has poor eyesight, there really is no better choice.
"I suggest you train more." Wood gave a very pertinent suggestion.
"Thank you, I will." Davis replied with an awkward but polite smile.
In fact, extra training has been tried long ago, but the effect every time is far worse than expected.
It is necessary to start with the most basic physical fitness, and then to train flying skills and teamwork, so that it can be regarded as a real team.
When the two sides flew to the correct position, Mrs. Huo Qi below also opened the box.
"I don't want to see anyone get injured because of the game, please keep it in mind!"
She lifted the box vigorously, and the three balls immediately flew into the sky.
Vincent had quick eyes and quick hands, picked up the Quaffle and took the lead to score 10 points.
Egil, who is also a chaser, has not even reacted.
Davis flew to his side, "Let's go together, you watch my movements seriously!"
As the captain and chaser, he naturally wanted to increase his winning percentage as much as possible.
Even if it is one percent.
From the second goal onwards, Vincent became more and more difficult.
"Foul! Ravenclaw seriously hinders the enjoyment of the game!"
In the first 10 minutes, only three goals were scored in total. From the perspective of Gryffindor, Li was quite uncomfortable.
"Watch your words, Mr. Jordan."
"Good professor." Li pouted and began to analyze Davis' tactical intentions.
Vincent's personal style is very strong, as long as the Quaffle is in his hands, there are countless ways to score goals.
And the reaction speed is fast. If it weren't for the face given to Cedric in the last game, it is estimated that Slytherin would have won by a big score like the first game.
Davis is very smart. As long as he is restrained and the score does not exceed 160, the outcome will become a competition between the two sides.
Harry was only in his first year, so Ravenclaw still had the advantage.
"Wayne, I won't let you score again!" Davis chased after him, even blocking the passing Quaffle with his body.
Vincent looked over at Angelina and Aaliyah.
With the help of Fred and George, they managed to squeeze a little space.
Quidditch is a team sport, but like all similar sports, it is very important to have a soul.
Rogue Rabbit has not been upgraded recently, but its rigidity has been slightly strengthened.
"Maybe I won't score, but don't think about it either."
Vincent, who retreated quickly, rolled in a circle, and swept the Quaffle thrown by Alia to the outside of the field with the tail of his broom.
"Merlin's big pants!" Li stood up excitedly, "If it is aimed at the goal, the goal will be 100% hit!"
Vincent was under external pressure, but Davis knew his intentions instantly.
The pressure from within will gradually disintegrate the Ravenclaw team, which is not good at all.
……
……
It's quite normal to attract an inexperienced little witch like Lavender just because of this appearance that is infinitely close to a perfect score.
Vincent took a sip of porridge silently.
If the Sorcerer's Stone Protection Team gets another high-quality wizard, the Ministry of Magic's attempt to cover up the matter will probably be serious.
He looked over at Fred and George, who looked disdainful.
"Listen to me, this boy who writes a book is definitely more of a beast than Seid."
Angelina reached out and squeezed away George's big face, "Hey, he's the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class!"
"What's the big deal, I—"
Fred quickly covered his mouth, "George said he is not feeling well, I have to help him to the school hospital."
"It's best to let Madam Pomfrey fix his mouth." Aliya next to her also looked unkindly.
The currently disclosed recipients of the Order of Merlin are Vincent and Lockhart.
Whether it is a surprise or not, it depends on whether the Ministry of Magic can hold it down.
Vincent moved his gaze to the long table next door.
Marietta looked like a nympho, as if she was talking to Qiu Ke about something.
He opened the newspaper again and found the densely packed side.
"Break with the Ghost",
"Swimming With Ghouls"
"Gideroy Lockhart teaches you how to get rid of household pests",
"Holidays with Hags",
"I Can Magic",
"Walking with Monsters"
"Sailboat with Vampires"
"Wandering with Werewolves"
"One Year With XZ Snowman"...
Vincent subconsciously took a breath.
This recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, quite likes to explore the world.
But looking younger than Snape, he has written 9 books since he graduated ten years ago.
The Time and Space Administration?
It is said that novels come from life. If the contents of the book are all true, then Lockhart's magic level must not be low.
"Is he really that powerful?"
"Oh my God, he is an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance. This title alone can prove the gold content of these books."
Hermione, like Vincent, realized that ordinary people don't have the energy to write books while exploring.
Either a god or a liar.
Since it is certified by an authoritative organization, no matter how much water there is, it will be within a reasonable range.
Vincent, who carefully retracted his gaze, closed the newspaper and took a bite of the sandwich very calmly.
Whether a real person is a god or not, you have to see it to know.
Time won't wait too long, this year's Merlin Honorary Ceremony will be in mid-July, just a little later than Nicole's "funeral".
……
……
A week later.
On the Quidditch field, the last game of the year is underway.
Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.
"Last month against the Hufflepuff team, Wayne gave them enough face and locked the score precisely at 160 points ahead."
"Mr. Jordan, please explain carefully." McGonagall in the stands said earnestly, "If a similar situation occurs again, I will ask you to leave."
Li nodded earnestly and began to introduce the players from both sides.
Standing opposite Wood was Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw team.
He is very handsome and has a very strong physique. He looks like a type who is good at sports.
As for the other players...
Vincent couldn't understand that the boy standing across from him, half a head shorter than himself, would be in the fifth grade.
"Vincent Wayne."
"E-Egil Bru-Brusto."
His personality is very similar to Neville's.
In some ways even worse.
Vincent just stretched out his hand, and Egil timidly hid behind Davis next to him.
Wood suppressed the smile on his face, "Don't be afraid, Wayne is actually quite a nice person."
"I—I'm not afraid." Egil always hid behind Davis.
Vincent, who tried his best to calm down, stretched out his hand. "feel free."
Egil stretched out his hand tremblingly, and withdrew his fingertips lightly.
Davis looked a little helpless.
Yes, he is really good at sports.
But what's the use of this?
Ravenclaw students say that it sounds good to be a top student, and the bad thing is a bookworm who has nothing but study.
Although not to the level that Hermione was before, let them play off the field?
Davis has worn out his lips before finally getting together the current lineup.
No wonder he has poor eyesight, there really is no better choice.
"I suggest you train more." Wood gave a very pertinent suggestion.
"Thank you, I will." Davis replied with an awkward but polite smile.
In fact, extra training has been tried long ago, but the effect every time is far worse than expected.
It is necessary to start with the most basic physical fitness, and then to train flying skills and teamwork, so that it can be regarded as a real team.
When the two sides flew to the correct position, Mrs. Huo Qi below also opened the box.
"I don't want to see anyone get injured because of the game, please keep it in mind!"
She lifted the box vigorously, and the three balls immediately flew into the sky.
Vincent had quick eyes and quick hands, picked up the Quaffle and took the lead to score 10 points.
Egil, who is also a chaser, has not even reacted.
Davis flew to his side, "Let's go together, you watch my movements seriously!"
As the captain and chaser, he naturally wanted to increase his winning percentage as much as possible.
Even if it is one percent.
From the second goal onwards, Vincent became more and more difficult.
"Foul! Ravenclaw seriously hinders the enjoyment of the game!"
In the first 10 minutes, only three goals were scored in total. From the perspective of Gryffindor, Li was quite uncomfortable.
"Watch your words, Mr. Jordan."
"Good professor." Li pouted and began to analyze Davis' tactical intentions.
Vincent's personal style is very strong, as long as the Quaffle is in his hands, there are countless ways to score goals.
And the reaction speed is fast. If it weren't for the face given to Cedric in the last game, it is estimated that Slytherin would have won by a big score like the first game.
Davis is very smart. As long as he is restrained and the score does not exceed 160, the outcome will become a competition between the two sides.
Harry was only in his first year, so Ravenclaw still had the advantage.
"Wayne, I won't let you score again!" Davis chased after him, even blocking the passing Quaffle with his body.
Vincent looked over at Angelina and Aaliyah.
With the help of Fred and George, they managed to squeeze a little space.
Quidditch is a team sport, but like all similar sports, it is very important to have a soul.
Rogue Rabbit has not been upgraded recently, but its rigidity has been slightly strengthened.
"Maybe I won't score, but don't think about it either."
Vincent, who retreated quickly, rolled in a circle, and swept the Quaffle thrown by Alia to the outside of the field with the tail of his broom.
"Merlin's big pants!" Li stood up excitedly, "If it is aimed at the goal, the goal will be 100% hit!"
Vincent was under external pressure, but Davis knew his intentions instantly.
The pressure from within will gradually disintegrate the Ravenclaw team, which is not good at all.
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