Chapter 3 003. Ordinary and Extraordinary Scott

"Hey!"

Roger said angrily: "Are you also fascinated by Lockhart's sparkling smirk?"

"Although the photo on the cover is silly, there is some knowledge in the book that is worth reading." Scott gave an objective evaluation.

Roger began to complain: "You know, I have a hunch that Lockhart's teaching level may even be worse than Quirrell. He is more of a star than a professor. To be honest, I really don't understand why Dumbledore We always find weird people to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, so we almost have to rely on self-study in this subject to cope with the exams.”

He had obviously lost faith in Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons in the new school year.

Scott thought for a while and guessed: "There should be almost no wizards taking the initiative to apply for this position. After all... Judging from past history, the curse on this course should be true, which has led to many male and female wizards Oh, except Snape."

After all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has changed professors every year for decades, and many professors who have served in this class have ended badly.

This fact is well-known in the British wizarding world.

"This is the only possible reason why Lockhart could become a professor."

Roger reluctantly accepted the answer.

"If it were Snape..."

He followed Scott's words and began to imagine...

"If Snape successfully applies for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... then the most likely possibility is that he will leave Hogwarts completely after one year? Ask me, why doesn't Dumbledore just agree to his request? ?”

Roger had been sprayed with venom by Snape in previous Potions classes, so now just imagining the possibility of Snape leaving Hogwarts made him so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"That's obviously impossible."

Scott ruthlessly shattered his delusion.

"Dumbledore will not make Snape expendable in that position. Although Snape's teaching method in Potions class is difficult to adapt to, he is a precious Potions Master after all."

"I know." Roger said dejectedly, "So I can only think about it."

The two of them ate all the food Scott brought while chatting.

"So you came to me specifically to help me consume food, Roger?"

Scott bags the trash.

"No." Roger said, "I came to ask you if you want to participate in the selection of the Quidditch academy team? After all, you know, we have another player graduating."

"No need. I hope you still remember that I participated with you when I was in second grade. It's a pity that I failed."

Scott put the trash aside and declined Roger's offer.

"But you are still interested in Quidditch, right? And you are talented. Remember, Scott, you were very accurate when you participated in the selection in the second grade..." He whispered a little, "It's just that in the I fell short in flying."

When it came to the topic of Quidditch, Roger was as excited as most little wizards. He is looking forward to playing with his friends.

"Listen, our team is short of a chaser right now. I think you can try it, and I think you will succeed this time!"

Scott still shook his head, "Sorry, Roger, you know, after the first grade flying lessons, I didn't have the opportunity to practice and improve my ability to control a broomstick."

He was well aware that his ability to fly was not enough to allow him to compete in an exciting Quidditch match.

This is not surprising. Young wizards born from Muggle families are indeed inferior to those born from wizarding families in the art of flying.

Unless you have Harry Potter's incredible flying talent.

Little wizards who come from wizarding families start riding toy broomsticks when they can't walk. Little wizards who are born as Muggles don't get into contact with them for the first time until they enter school at the age of 11, and they don't have many opportunities except for first grade flying lessons. practise.

As for Scott's flying talent - it can only be said to be mediocre.

Although he could improve through continuous practice, his interest in Quidditch was not that... great.

However, Roger didn't seem to listen to his words. He still persuaded: "Are you going to spend all your time studying like last school year? Oh! That's too bad! You should realize that even if we are Vinclaw doesn't mean that we don't need to have fun after studying..."

"stop."

Scott raised his hand to tell Roger to stop chattering.

"I know you want me to play with you, Roger," he said, "but you're obviously overly optimistic about your roommate's ability."

But Roger insisted: "I think you can do it. You are always so smart, Scott. You know, I didn't persuade Milton to participate in Quidditch."

Milton Graves, another roommate of the two, is a sentimental and artistic boy whose biggest hobby is playing the cello.

"It's such an honor. Compared with Milton, I am indeed very good."

Scott smirked again.

You know, the final evaluation Milton received in his first-grade flying class was D (Dreadful).

The evaluation Scott received was A (Acceptable/passing).

Seeing Scott's firm attitude, Roger could only say reluctantly: "Well, your own wishes are the most important."

After all...if Scott's flying has not improved as he said, he will not be able to pass the selection.

Roger encouraged Scott to participate in the selection in order to let Scott and him serve as the team's chaser. Because he felt that Scott, as his best friend, would show him a tacit understanding that others did not have in the game.

But his hope seemed to be dashed.

"But I have to say that even in Ravenclaw, you are the one who is most obsessed with learning, Scott." Roger let go of the topic of Quidditch and said with a somewhat exaggerated expression, "Especially last school year, you were completely immersed in your wood and stone, and you didn't even sit in the audience seats during the Quidditch game!"

Although Scott's flying talent was mediocre and he was not selected in the Quidditch team selection in the second year, he also had his own strengths.

Since entering the first year, although his performance in most of the courses set by the school was not top-notch, but the level that was neither outstanding nor bad, he performed very well in the Transfiguration class.

The professor of this course was Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the dean of Gryffindor College. This is a professor who is very strict with students. But even she couldn't help but smile and praise Scott, praising him for his "superb talent" in the subject of Transfiguration.

Scott felt that since he had this talent, he should work hard to give full play to his advantages. So Scott has been studying and experimenting with Transfiguration-related topics in his spare time.

The last school year was a critical period for his research. In order to get visible and beautiful results, he always rushed into it, so he missed a lot of activities.

Roger's expression at this time was as if Scott had done something unforgivable if he didn't go to watch the Quidditch game.

"Oh, thank you for reminding me." Scott could only smile and say, "I think I will have an easier time in the new school year. At least I will have time to watch your Quidditch game."