Chapter 149 We are wrong, but the stadium still cannot let
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Jing Shen Tian Si
"I booked today's stadium early in the morning." Wood said sharply to Marcus Flint, "I booked it, so our team got up early today."
"I know you are upset, but I have a special order." Flint said lightly, and then took out the approval slip from his pocket.
Wood opened the slip and read the words directly: "I, Professor Severus Snape, have granted permission to the Slytherins to use the grounds today to train... the new Seekers.
New Seeker, who? "
The six team members dispersed consciously, and Draco Malfoy came out from behind with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Malfoy?" Harry looked at him with surprise in his eyes.
"Didn't expect that!" Draco proudly raised the broom in his hand, "Your brooms are already out of date."
It was only then that the Gryffindor team noticed that the magic broom in the hands of the Slytherin team was brand new, smooth, and high-end, especially the golden light wheel 2001 on the tail of the broom was particularly dazzling in the sun.
"Where do these halos come from?"
Ron, who had just arrived, was stunned in surprise. Their family usually used the old Nimbus series, or the older Sweeping series.
That is, when Harry came over during the holidays, they had the opportunity to experience Nimbus 2000, but they also played in turn.
And now that seven of the latest light wheel series appeared in front of him, and they were still in the hands of the Slytherin team, it was hard not to make him envious and jealous.
"Draco's father sent it," Flint explained. "Compared with these light wheels, your brooms are indeed outdated."
The Gryffindor team was speechless for a while, and there was no reason to refute.
"Not bad! Weasley." Draco said, "My dad can handle even the best equipment."
At this time, Hermione just pulled Aaron over, and couldn't bear it immediately when she heard this, "Gryffindor players can't be selected by spending money, they rely on real strength."
Draco's face sank, and just as he was about to yell at him, he saw Aaron behind Hermione, and immediately suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered, "Who do you think I am? Malfoy wouldn't use such little tricks.
A member of the Slytherin team had graduated last year and would have needed to admit a new member.
I joined here temporarily, and these new light wheels are just a welcome gift.
As for the strength you mentioned, I don't think Harry Potter showed it when he joined the Gryffindor team, if grabbing that memory ball counts. "
Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, the situation seemed to be different from what she thought.
Draco didn't join the academy team through the back door, but joined as an alternate, which was fine.
"At least Gryffindor won't rely on equipment to overwhelm people." Ron said angrily.
"You want to." Draco said disdainfully, "The question is, do you have the strength?
Maybe I can come up with an idea to help you get some gold and sell your old brooms, I think some museums might charge a lot. "
After the words fell, all the Slytherins laughed.
"You..." Ron took out his patched wand angrily, pointed it at Draco and said, "You will pay for this."
"Eat slugs!"
Ron spoke the spell, and a green light appeared at the tip of his wand, but it shot backwards.
boom!
When the green light was about to hit Ron, a white spell shot out from the side, defeating the spell, but the impact of the explosion also knocked Ron back several steps.
"Don't use this disgusting spell, it's too disgusting." Aaron put away his wand, then looked at Ron, whose right hand was trembling slightly, and said, "You're welcome.
Another reminder, if you don't change the wand, try not to use it, otherwise it is easy to accidentally injure. "
Ron nodded blankly, he didn't expect his wand to be scrapped to such an extent.
He can understand that it doesn't work from time to time, and it will always succeed if you try a few more times.
It didn't hurt that the spell didn't work as well, after all, that's what this wand was all about.
But he really can't accept the rebound of the spell. This is no longer a question of whether he can make do with it, but a question of whether he can bear the backlash after using it.
"Aaron, you shouldn't have interfered." Draco said with some regret, "I also want to see what happens when Weasley is hit by his own spell."
"Don't be funny, you don't think it's disgusting, but I do!" Aaron said speechlessly, and then looked at Flint with a pleasing expression, "Captain Marcus, can you tell me what's going on?"
When Flint saw Aaron, his arrogance suddenly subsided a bit.
He didn't dare to treat Aaron as an ordinary second-year student, because he had completed a [-]v[-] record in his first year. It can be said that the entire Slytherin team was defeated by him.
"We're going to use the Quidditch pitch, and unfortunately Gryffindor seems to have the same idea."
"We reserved the venue." Wood said not to be outdone, "And we came first."
"It's a few hours early," George put in.
Fred added, "I didn't even have time for breakfast."
"I have a special order." Flint praised Jan Snape's approval note, "I don't think Oliver will take Professor Snape's special order seriously!"
Wood clenched his fists, and his bones gurgled, obviously his patience had reached its limit.
Aaron understands this very well. After all, Flint's tone is particularly embarrassing. He doesn't come here to discuss, but to show off.
"So what?" Wood sneered, "Today is Gryffindor's exclusive use, which was discussed by the four captains, and you also agreed at the time, but isn't it obvious that you came back at this time?
We won't give up the stadium today, and it's also reasonable for us to make trouble with Dumbledore. "
The members of the Gryffindor team also lifted their spirits and stood resolutely behind the captain. After all, it is rare for Wood to be stubborn, and this time they really took advantage.
Flint didn't take it seriously, and weighed the approval slip in his hand again, "I have a special order."
"Wait, is that so?" Aaron looked at Flint with some displeasure and asked. He thought it was a misunderstanding, but now it seems that it was premeditated.
Flint froze for a moment, then hesitantly explained: "The date on this approval slip is today."
"That can't steal our training time!"
"That's what Professor Snape meant, that Slytherin is going to train a new Seeker."
"Who, go to Professor McGonagall to explain the situation, and ask for a approval note by the way." Wood said, "It's not like we don't have a dean behind us."
"Wood, speak carefully." Fred said meaningfully, "I must remind you that Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal."
"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall." George said excitedly.
"Wait." Wood stopped him and said, "I didn't talk about you, I was talking about him."
Ron pointed to himself awkwardly, "Me? Why me?"
"Now it's seven against seven, and if George leaves, it's six against seven. It's easy for us to lose out in a fight." Wood said solemnly, "So, it's up to you, brother of the Weasley family."
"Okay!" Ron took a deep breath, "Hermione, let's go."
"Wait a moment." Wood said again, "Granger can't leave yet."
"Why is that?" Ron asked puzzled.
Wood glanced at Aaron and Hermione standing aside, wondering: "The situation at the scene will turn into eight versus eight at any time."
Ron: …
"What do you mean? Do you mean I'm not as good as Hermione?"
"Hahaha...
Weasley, I suddenly realized that you have become smarter. "Draco teased, "It's not easy to realize this! "
"You..." Ron glared at him angrily, and inadvertently spotted Colin not far away, and the corners of his mouth immediately raised, "It's not that Gryffindor doesn't have foreign aid, we still have an advantage."
Hearing this, not only Draco, but the rest of the Slytherin team laughed out loud.
"Weasley, I take back what I just said." Draco said, "You don't think the two of you together can beat Aaron, do you?
By the way, your wand is also a problem, are you sure it won't hold Granger back? "
"That's enough." Aaron gave Draco a hard look, "Don't get angry at this time."
Draco shrugged and closed his mouth in embarrassment, Aaron still had to give face.
"I get the general idea of things, and it's Slytherin's fault."
After the words fell, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to freeze, and no one thought that he would say that.
Marcus froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Don't forget your identity, you are Slytherin."
"Slytherins have to be reasonable!" Aaron said speechlessly, "I don't think Professor Snape knows that today is Gryffindor's private room!
That special order is just for unrelated people on the playground to make room for the Slytherin team, not for you to grab the use of the Gryffindor pitch. "
Marcus frowned, didn't speak, just looked at Aaron with annoyed eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, if you are not convinced, we can single out, the method is up to you.
Whether it is magic, melee combat, or Quidditch, although I haven't practiced it for a year, I still have a little confidence in this. "
Hearing this, Marcus turned his face away from his heart. He didn't dare to duel with this ruthless man, because even if he won, it would definitely be difficult for him.
"Slytherin is still a sensible person." Wood nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the Slytherin team provocatively, "Can you leave now?"
"I'm afraid it won't work." Aaron gave Wood an apologetic look, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, but the Quidditch pitch cannot be given over to you today."
"I know you are upset, but I have a special order." Flint said lightly, and then took out the approval slip from his pocket.
Wood opened the slip and read the words directly: "I, Professor Severus Snape, have granted permission to the Slytherins to use the grounds today to train... the new Seekers.
New Seeker, who? "
The six team members dispersed consciously, and Draco Malfoy came out from behind with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Malfoy?" Harry looked at him with surprise in his eyes.
"Didn't expect that!" Draco proudly raised the broom in his hand, "Your brooms are already out of date."
It was only then that the Gryffindor team noticed that the magic broom in the hands of the Slytherin team was brand new, smooth, and high-end, especially the golden light wheel 2001 on the tail of the broom was particularly dazzling in the sun.
"Where do these halos come from?"
Ron, who had just arrived, was stunned in surprise. Their family usually used the old Nimbus series, or the older Sweeping series.
That is, when Harry came over during the holidays, they had the opportunity to experience Nimbus 2000, but they also played in turn.
And now that seven of the latest light wheel series appeared in front of him, and they were still in the hands of the Slytherin team, it was hard not to make him envious and jealous.
"Draco's father sent it," Flint explained. "Compared with these light wheels, your brooms are indeed outdated."
The Gryffindor team was speechless for a while, and there was no reason to refute.
"Not bad! Weasley." Draco said, "My dad can handle even the best equipment."
At this time, Hermione just pulled Aaron over, and couldn't bear it immediately when she heard this, "Gryffindor players can't be selected by spending money, they rely on real strength."
Draco's face sank, and just as he was about to yell at him, he saw Aaron behind Hermione, and immediately suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered, "Who do you think I am? Malfoy wouldn't use such little tricks.
A member of the Slytherin team had graduated last year and would have needed to admit a new member.
I joined here temporarily, and these new light wheels are just a welcome gift.
As for the strength you mentioned, I don't think Harry Potter showed it when he joined the Gryffindor team, if grabbing that memory ball counts. "
Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, the situation seemed to be different from what she thought.
Draco didn't join the academy team through the back door, but joined as an alternate, which was fine.
"At least Gryffindor won't rely on equipment to overwhelm people." Ron said angrily.
"You want to." Draco said disdainfully, "The question is, do you have the strength?
Maybe I can come up with an idea to help you get some gold and sell your old brooms, I think some museums might charge a lot. "
After the words fell, all the Slytherins laughed.
"You..." Ron took out his patched wand angrily, pointed it at Draco and said, "You will pay for this."
"Eat slugs!"
Ron spoke the spell, and a green light appeared at the tip of his wand, but it shot backwards.
boom!
When the green light was about to hit Ron, a white spell shot out from the side, defeating the spell, but the impact of the explosion also knocked Ron back several steps.
"Don't use this disgusting spell, it's too disgusting." Aaron put away his wand, then looked at Ron, whose right hand was trembling slightly, and said, "You're welcome.
Another reminder, if you don't change the wand, try not to use it, otherwise it is easy to accidentally injure. "
Ron nodded blankly, he didn't expect his wand to be scrapped to such an extent.
He can understand that it doesn't work from time to time, and it will always succeed if you try a few more times.
It didn't hurt that the spell didn't work as well, after all, that's what this wand was all about.
But he really can't accept the rebound of the spell. This is no longer a question of whether he can make do with it, but a question of whether he can bear the backlash after using it.
"Aaron, you shouldn't have interfered." Draco said with some regret, "I also want to see what happens when Weasley is hit by his own spell."
"Don't be funny, you don't think it's disgusting, but I do!" Aaron said speechlessly, and then looked at Flint with a pleasing expression, "Captain Marcus, can you tell me what's going on?"
When Flint saw Aaron, his arrogance suddenly subsided a bit.
He didn't dare to treat Aaron as an ordinary second-year student, because he had completed a [-]v[-] record in his first year. It can be said that the entire Slytherin team was defeated by him.
"We're going to use the Quidditch pitch, and unfortunately Gryffindor seems to have the same idea."
"We reserved the venue." Wood said not to be outdone, "And we came first."
"It's a few hours early," George put in.
Fred added, "I didn't even have time for breakfast."
"I have a special order." Flint praised Jan Snape's approval note, "I don't think Oliver will take Professor Snape's special order seriously!"
Wood clenched his fists, and his bones gurgled, obviously his patience had reached its limit.
Aaron understands this very well. After all, Flint's tone is particularly embarrassing. He doesn't come here to discuss, but to show off.
"So what?" Wood sneered, "Today is Gryffindor's exclusive use, which was discussed by the four captains, and you also agreed at the time, but isn't it obvious that you came back at this time?
We won't give up the stadium today, and it's also reasonable for us to make trouble with Dumbledore. "
The members of the Gryffindor team also lifted their spirits and stood resolutely behind the captain. After all, it is rare for Wood to be stubborn, and this time they really took advantage.
Flint didn't take it seriously, and weighed the approval slip in his hand again, "I have a special order."
"Wait, is that so?" Aaron looked at Flint with some displeasure and asked. He thought it was a misunderstanding, but now it seems that it was premeditated.
Flint froze for a moment, then hesitantly explained: "The date on this approval slip is today."
"That can't steal our training time!"
"That's what Professor Snape meant, that Slytherin is going to train a new Seeker."
"Who, go to Professor McGonagall to explain the situation, and ask for a approval note by the way." Wood said, "It's not like we don't have a dean behind us."
"Wood, speak carefully." Fred said meaningfully, "I must remind you that Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal."
"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall." George said excitedly.
"Wait." Wood stopped him and said, "I didn't talk about you, I was talking about him."
Ron pointed to himself awkwardly, "Me? Why me?"
"Now it's seven against seven, and if George leaves, it's six against seven. It's easy for us to lose out in a fight." Wood said solemnly, "So, it's up to you, brother of the Weasley family."
"Okay!" Ron took a deep breath, "Hermione, let's go."
"Wait a moment." Wood said again, "Granger can't leave yet."
"Why is that?" Ron asked puzzled.
Wood glanced at Aaron and Hermione standing aside, wondering: "The situation at the scene will turn into eight versus eight at any time."
Ron: …
"What do you mean? Do you mean I'm not as good as Hermione?"
"Hahaha...
Weasley, I suddenly realized that you have become smarter. "Draco teased, "It's not easy to realize this! "
"You..." Ron glared at him angrily, and inadvertently spotted Colin not far away, and the corners of his mouth immediately raised, "It's not that Gryffindor doesn't have foreign aid, we still have an advantage."
Hearing this, not only Draco, but the rest of the Slytherin team laughed out loud.
"Weasley, I take back what I just said." Draco said, "You don't think the two of you together can beat Aaron, do you?
By the way, your wand is also a problem, are you sure it won't hold Granger back? "
"That's enough." Aaron gave Draco a hard look, "Don't get angry at this time."
Draco shrugged and closed his mouth in embarrassment, Aaron still had to give face.
"I get the general idea of things, and it's Slytherin's fault."
After the words fell, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to freeze, and no one thought that he would say that.
Marcus froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Don't forget your identity, you are Slytherin."
"Slytherins have to be reasonable!" Aaron said speechlessly, "I don't think Professor Snape knows that today is Gryffindor's private room!
That special order is just for unrelated people on the playground to make room for the Slytherin team, not for you to grab the use of the Gryffindor pitch. "
Marcus frowned, didn't speak, just looked at Aaron with annoyed eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, if you are not convinced, we can single out, the method is up to you.
Whether it is magic, melee combat, or Quidditch, although I haven't practiced it for a year, I still have a little confidence in this. "
Hearing this, Marcus turned his face away from his heart. He didn't dare to duel with this ruthless man, because even if he won, it would definitely be difficult for him.
"Slytherin is still a sensible person." Wood nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the Slytherin team provocatively, "Can you leave now?"
"I'm afraid it won't work." Aaron gave Wood an apologetic look, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, but the Quidditch pitch cannot be given over to you today."
