Chapter 35 Broom Game

His Hogwarts has a magical power.

Negative buffs such as foreign countries, boarding schools, and boys' dormitories did not affect Basil's unique love for this castle and even the school.

Every professor in it, except Snape and Quirrell. Old Dumbledore is the headmaster, but he doesn't count.

He got close to them as he got to know them.

They are no longer the empty characters portrayed in the movie for just a few dozen minutes.

Instead, they are kind teachers who accompany you every day and work hard for your studies.

In just less than a month of getting along.

Professor McGonagall became Basil's favorite teacher, no one else.

She is a strict witch.

She likes plaid patterns very much. Her morning gown, travel bag and handkerchief are all plaid lace.

She has always been serious and impartial in everything.

But Quidditch is an exception.

Basil has always been curious about this.

Especially when Ron didn't get the inside story.

Nick, who was almost headless, also understood this.

But today, he might make a mistake.

Basil is not excited about this.

The gloom brought by working and going to school on holidays cannot be dispelled by anything.

"It all goes back to the seventh grade, your Professor McGonagall."

"At that time, she was still a seeker."

"She has decided to develop in the Ministry of Magic after graduation and give up Quidditch."

"It was a final, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin."

"The outcome of this game will determine the ownership of the Quidditch Cup."

"However, when Little McGonagall was about to touch the Golden Snitch and put a perfect end to her Quidditch career-"

Nick stretched out his tone.

Basil still had a gloomy face.

But the students who gathered around gave Nick the motivation to continue.

"Boom! A Bludger. Bang! A bat hit Little Mag's chest and head in succession."

Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean from the next dormitory and others stood up and said in unison, "It's Slytherin!"

Nick nodded, "The result was that Slytherin was judged to be in violation, but Gryffindor still lost the game despite losing a seeker."

"From now on, seeing the Slytherin Quidditch team lose the game is Little Mag's long-cherished wish!"

"She never misses a game with the Slytherin team."

Nick looked at Basil with emphasis.

He didn't seem to give up yet.

"Speaking of Quidditch. You must be curious about when your flying lessons will start, right?"

"I'll inform you in advance that this Thursday, you will have your first flying lesson in your life!"

Bagir was still unmoved.

Even though all the little wizards from wizarding families around him began to get excited.

But he was an exception.

Because his parents were killed by Death Eaters for playing the most popular aerial collision in Devon.

Before he awakened his memory, he was not like the little wizards in ordinary wizard families who liked Quidditch.

But the sports mentioned by the little wizards around him still attracted his ears.

They were all discussing their local broom games.

Ron from Devon stood up first.

Talking about the knight sport in the sky, the aerial collision game.

Everyone held a round-headed long stick in their hands, like a knight, using a flying broom as a horse, and dueling in the sky.

Until the last one.

And he, Ron himself, was the greatest knight.

No little wizard could survive under his gun.

A little Hufflepuff wizard who claimed to be from Herefordshire stood up.

He said that aerial collision was too barbaric and did not show the skills of riding a broom.

Their Herefordshire inverted broom is the sport that best shows the skills of the rider.

Fix a pig bladder in the sky.

The athletes took off at the same distance.

Ride the broom backwards and hit the bladder with the end of the broom.

The winner is the one who reaches 50 points the fastest.

Seamus raised his glass and expressed his disdain.

He was from Ireland and began to introduce the broom game in their hometown - stilt fire barrel.

Each athlete held a goat gallbladder called a dom.

Quickly pass through the burning barrel pierced high in the air with stilts.

The winner is the one who is not on fire at the end.

This is the perfect combination of skill and courage.

Riding a broom backwards is just a juggling!

Finally, Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff, Scotland, stood up.

"Everyone here, the sports you are talking about are rubbish."

"No sport can compare to our Scottish cauldron."

"It is the symbol of courage, the greatest test of manliness and courage."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Ron muttered unwillingly, "This is cheating!"

No one at the Gryffindor table came out to refute.

After they heard the name of this sport.

Basil was finally curious.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

Basil's excellent performance in class, his boldness different from Hermione, his contempt for rules, and his handsome face made him undoubtedly the leader of their Gryffindor class.

He was also quite famous in other colleges.

So, when McMillan saw that it was Basil, he nodded immediately.

"This is a game that shows the courage of athletes in the face of death and blood!"

"Twelve athletes with a crucible on their heads."

"Above them, there are as many as a hundred enchanted stones, large and small, hanging a hundred feet above the ground!"

"As soon as the competition begins, the athletes take off and catch the rocks with the cauldron above their heads."

"The athlete who catches the most and survives is the winner!"

Seamus became more and more excited as he talked, and finally started reciting poetry.

Twelve handsome and strong men

Gathering in the arena,

The crucible is tied to the belt and quietly

Waiting to fly,

I heard a trumpet sound,

They quickly leap into the sky,

However, the ten heroic athletes

Doomed.

He concluded by lamenting: "It's a pity that carrying the crucible on your head was outlawed as a sport in 1762."

Bagir opened his mouth and made no sound.

It's like being under a tongue-tied curse.

No wonder no Gryffindor came forward, this was a complete dimensionality reduction blow.

Twelve athletes, only two can survive?

Such a huge mortality rate.

There's a reason Scotland has so few wizards.

Thursday seems to have arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, almost all students are immersed in the upcoming flying lessons.

For the first time, Hermione didn't bother Badir anymore.

She kept mumbling to the others flying instructions from Quidditch: Origins.

Said it was another good opportunity to add points.

Let’s all work together to win this year’s Academy Cup.

Bagir thought it was a futile effort.

We are all classmates. Except for Neville, all the little wizards in the wizarding family have played with brooms.

Hermione had only read books, and she was just annoying.

No, everyone except Neville showed disgust.

Only Neville listened intently to every word Hermione said, eagerly hoping to hear some useful knowledge that would later help him sit firmly on the broomstick.

Even Harry, who thought he would make a fool of himself in flying lessons, didn't listen carefully.

Instead, he was looking for Ron to ask about flying skills.

Hermione didn't pay any attention, still immersed in the speech.

Just when Bagir couldn't help but want to warn her, the postmen arrived.

Hermione shut her mouth.

Bagir looked enviously at the other students who had letters to accept.

He is an orphan and is reluctant to subscribe to newspapers.

So no one would send him a letter.

The same goes for Harry. Apart from Hagrid's text message in the first week of September, he also received no more letters.

Now, the two have become brothers in distress.

No, there is one more person.

It's Malfoy at the Slytherin table.