Chapter 470: Casting spells is not scary, whoever is a loser will be embarrassed

After Halloween, it means the new Quidditch game is about to begin.

The little wizard is still very innocent.

The grudge between Gryffindor and Slytherin is so deep that there are both historical issues and new class conflicts.

So they decided to show off on the court!

The two academies have been training like crazy. No matter the wind, rain, lightning or thunder, they can't stop their enthusiasm for training.

As for private sneak attacks, there are countless.

It is said that Harry was drugged and suffered from diarrhea for three days, and almost lost weight.

Malfoy was also bagged in the corridor and lay in the school infirmary all night.

So much so that the young wizards from the two academies now dare not go out alone for fear of encountering a life-and-death crisis in the safest place in the magic world.

There are also people who secretly ask Andy to divine the results of the competition, hoping to get some information in advance so that they can make a lot of money on the bet set up by the Weasley twins.

But this kind of tension before the game has nothing to do with Ravenclaw.

Because Ravenclaw's team is too weak!

Even if Andy is also a Ravenclaw, Andy dare not say without conscience that Ravenclaw can win the Quidditch championship this year.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw has locked in this year's Academy Cup in advance, so it's not like they won nothing.

Hufflepuff is really miserable. No matter what happens in Hogwarts, it has nothing to do with them. It has no sense of existence.

In this tense atmosphere, the new Quidditch game started with enthusiasm amidst a storm.

Andy almost wanted to pry open Dumbledore's head to see if there was a bubble inside his brain?

Is this weather suitable for racing?

Can't you change the competition another day?

Andy didn't want to watch the game originally. Watching the game in a storm must be mentally ill!

But Hermione wanted to see it.

The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin has begun, and all the little wizards are waiting for them to decide the outcome.

Hermione didn't want to miss such a big melon.

After all, watching the excitement is not too big a deal.

His girlfriend wanted to watch the game, but Andy had no choice but to bring a lot of wood to the Quidditch pitch.

"Andy...what are you?" Hermione's eyes widened.

I saw Andy carrying a large bag of snacks in one hand and holding a black umbrella in the other hand, walking slowly towards the Ravenclaw stands.

Behind Andy, there were four huge logs floating.

Hermione ran over, took the snack bag from Andy's hand, and asked in a daze: "What are you doing with these pieces of wood?"

Andy glanced at the stands of the four colleges.

Those holding umbrellas and those wearing raincoats look like a bunch of Muggles who don't know magic. It's really stupid.

"Give me, let me!"

Andy pushed aside the crowd, then gently waved his wand, and under the influence of magic, four huge logs turned into an exquisite pavilion in the blink of an eye.

The pavilion is not only sheltered from wind and rain and beautiful in appearance, but also has two comfortable chairs and a table inside.

"We are wizards!"

Andy said lightly, then took the snack bag from Hermione's hand and placed it on the table.

"sit down!"

With that said, Andy took the wand and gently picked it in his pocket, and a heater flew out from it.

Andy put the heater on the table, raised an eyebrow at Hermione and said with a smile: "It's much warmer now."

The little witch was at a loss.

Although it is indeed more comfortable to sit in the pavilion and watch the game.

But... in front of thousands of little wizards, is it a little uncomfortable for her and Andy to sit in the pavilion alone?

Others are standing in the violent storm and being watered!

"What are you thinking about?"

Andy pulled Hermione over and pressed her down on the chair, "We are all wizards, so others can also conjure things up on their own!"

makes sense!

Hermione immediately felt relieved after hearing this.

Although she and Andy seem to be more unique, we are all wizards. Since Andy can conjure the pavilion, so can everyone else.

If you want to avoid getting hurt, why don't you just change yourself?

Sure enough, after seeing Andy's actions, the little wizards started to take action one after another. People who knew each other started to form a group, and those who looked for materials found materials, and those who cast spells cast spells.

All of a sudden it was very orderly and a pleasure to work with.

Professor McGonagall also nodded happily. The transfiguration she taught was still very useful. When the game is over, she can brag as much as she wants.

As for the results of the transformation...

After the little wizards finished their work, various rain shelters appeared on the stands of the four major colleges.

Some are ugly and some have weird shapes. The worst thing is that a large part of the 'rain shelter' only lasted for a few seconds, and then returned to its original state...collapsed!

Professor McGonagall looked at him with veins sticking out on his forehead.

It’s not scary to cast spells, it’s embarrassing for whoever is the loser.

Andy glanced around, and among the rain shelters that could still maintain their original shape, only a few could still be seen.

As for the ones with exquisite styles and even carved patterns, apart from the one conjured by Andy himself, there is only one from Gryffindor.

"Um?"

Andy looked curiously towards Gryffindor.

Sirius was seen sitting in the pavilion, waving towards Andy with a proud look on his face.

Andy made a 'five' sign, indicating that Sirius still owed him five hundred duels.

Sirius pointed in the direction of Hagrid's hut, and then pointed to the pitch, indicating that the game would be played when it was over.

Andy returned the gesture with an 'OK'.

Wow——

Just when Andy was thinking about how to beat Sirius, a burst of noise suddenly came from the crowd.

Some people even stood up and looked at the passage where the Gryffindor team came out with disbelief.

That kind of enthusiastic expression is like seeing God!

"What's wrong?"

Andy looked over curiously.

The Slytherin team's broomstick is still the same one from last year - Nimbus 2001.

Very handsome, but nothing new.

As for the Gryffindor team...

Damn it!

What did I see?

Seven Firebolts—a broomstick capable of traveling at 150 miles an hour.

Converted into kilometers, that’s 240 kilometers per hour.

Tomorrow is the World Quidditch Championship. Firebolts are the hottest topic this year, and Andy has naturally heard of them.

This thing is this year's latest flying broomstick, it costs five thousand gold galleons, and it's priceless.

It doesn't matter, you can't buy it at all.

Andy immediately looked at Sirius. The guy was clapping wildly and cheering loudly for the Gryffindor team. He looked like the most loyal fan of the Gryffindor team.

Big dog owner!

Immediately afterwards, Sirius made another provocative move towards Snape - Compared to wealth, my Black family has never been afraid of anyone!

Andy: Poor Snape.

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