A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 553 Quidditch and Strong Emotions

Hermione stood at the door of the dressing room, looking around constantly, and the snowflakes in the sky had accumulated a thick layer on her hat.

She let out a breath of cold air and stomped her feet in the cold.

"I forgot to bring the temperature-controlled locket... Oh, yes, warming up is like a furnace!" She took out her wand and pointed at herself, a warm current spread all over her body in an instant, as if she was sitting by a burning fireplace in the living room , she couldn't help but yawned.

The locker room door opened.

Betty came out first, looking listless, followed by Fred and George, their shoulders slumped, as if they were about to go to a battle that was doomed to failure, Angelina's headache came from the door of the lounge: "Okay Come on, Harry, you persuade him, wish us luck..."

Harry responded vaguely, and then Angelina came out with a numb face, and her expression was even weirder, Hermione thought.Angelina appeared to be dead, just a husk wandering around.

Hermione walked in, and Ron sat in the corner of the lounge.Harry glared at him.

"What's the matter, the game is about to start, everyone is not in a good mood? Oh, oh, uh—"

Hermione looked past Harry and saw Ron leaning back on the bench, his eyes glazed over, his face pale, and his eyes staring absently at the ceiling.

Harry gave Hermione a look.

Then Ron moved suddenly, so deftly that Harry and Hermione were taken aback.

"Harry, do me a Happy Charm," he said eagerly.

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Happy Charm," said Ron, his lips purple with cold, "it's the only way, and it's what I've been thinking about all morning."

"what happened?"

Ron sat back slowly: "I admit that I was a little nervous, just a little... well, very nervous. Harry, I was carried up and down, and Angelina said I was no worse than Wood, and Professor McGonagall excused me." My Transfiguration homework..."

"Can't you sum it up in one sentence?" said Hermione irritably.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to defend a ball." Ron said hesitantly, "It's strange. I didn't think about it before, but I woke up this morning and thought of it. I want to enlighten myself. I walked around the lake twice, and things got worse and worse. Now I have cold hands and feet, dizziness, palpitation, shortness of breath, and nausea..."

"That's because you didn't eat anything in the morning!" said Harry grimly.

"Yeah, but I guess it wouldn't make a difference..." said Ron hoarsely.

"I don't think so. If you're worried about poor performance, there's no need for it. Your opponent should be more worried." Hermione encouraged him, "The Slytherin goalkeeper is a fool. What's his name?" with?"

"Miles Bletch," interrupted Harry.

In all fairness, he thought Blatch was playing well, but when Blatch tried unsuccessfully to cast a spell on Chaser Alicia in the corridor two days ago, Fred and George uttered harsh words, saying that they would not let He walked off the Quidditch pitch intact.Of course Harry was on the side of the team.

Harry followed Hermione's words and comforted: "Yeah, think about it, Slytherin's team sucks this year, Flint is gone, their new captain is Montague, you know what kind of person he is -"

"I saw him yelling at the players when I came over, with his sleeves rolled up and his hairy arms showing, I thought he was holding two hairy hams," said Hermione meanly.

Ron smiled stiffly.

"They've got new batsmen too - Montague's got Crabbe and Goyle in too, I don't know why, they're so dumb they can't tell the end of a broom from the end," Harry went on.

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, I don't know what you have to worry about," said Hermione irritably. "Compared to all the adventures you've been through, a ball game is nothing more than pediatrics, a, a game."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione at the same time, angry at her sloppy words.Hermione waved her hands in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to look down on Quidditch—"

"Yes!" Ron said suddenly, "You just don't like Quidditch."

It would be Hermione's turn to stare at him.

Ron tilted his head.

Hermione continued: "Think about what you have experienced, trolls, three-headed dogs, basilisks, dark wizards, fire dragons, mermaids, Death Eaters, Voldemort..." She said a long list, and finally concluded: "Compared to these, the result of a Quidditch defeat is really nothing."

Harry didn't think it could be compared that way. Although some things were not dangerous, they were just as difficult, but he didn't intend to tear Hermione down. That would be asking for trouble, and it wouldn't do any good except detonate another trouble.So he said against his will, "Yes."

Ron stood up, as if alive again, "That makes sense...Hermione, do you have anything to eat?"

"No." Hermione said dryly.

"Don't lie to me," Ronte said firmly, "you must have a lot of food in your beaded bag."

Hermione reluctantly took out a bag of compressed biscuits and threw it at him.

Ron tore open the package and started to eat. Harry swallowed. He also ate very little in the morning, not because he was nervous, but because he didn't want to eat too much and affect his state.

"Guys, how is your talk going?" Angelina poked her head out from the door of the locker room.

Harry made an all right sign and fought Ron for the last bit of crisps.

Angelina's expression was a little dazed, "It seems that you are really all right, so come out quickly and start preparing for the activities. Do you have the heart to let three girls face seven gorillas?"

"And Fred and George," said Ron vaguely, chips splattering.

"I don't know if I can count on them. The two of them are taking a photo with Professor Xixiu. I'll give you a minute." She disappeared.

"Let's go," said Harry.

"Wait." Hermione took out her wand and nodded at the two of them, and their bodies immediately became warm, as if surrounded by a stove.

"What spell did you use?" Harry asked.

"The Warming Charm," said Hermione.

Harry suddenly realized.Familiar memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He remembered that it was also winter. They trekked through thick snow to Hagrid's hut. On the way, Professor Haip introduced the warming spell. Only Hermione was shivering from the cold. Sometimes I was still in the mood to ask questions, and I was more concerned about the gossip about Sirius when he was in school.

A story called 'Gryffindor Freshmen and Hufflepuff Prefects'.

Now one of the protagonists of the story has become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and the other has become the Minister of Magic.Harry was a little dazed, even though he was not a witness, he still found it strange that he understood Mafalda's thoughts somewhat.At this moment, someone pushed him.

"Don't be dazed, set an example for next year's new players." Hermione said.

Harry grinned.

There were snowflakes in the sky, which condensed into ice crystals when they fell on the ground, and the icy wind made people hurt. Felix sat on the stands, feeling the warm atmosphere that was completely opposite to the weather.Varun sat on his shoulder, holding its precious wand.The two little feet flicked and flicked.

"It's a nice hat, and your eyesight has improved."

Varun's mood improved.

Felix quietly opened his palm, and a suction force gushed out from his palm, and the little wizard on the court felt a chill down his spine.

"Why is it a bit cold?" A student said dissatisfied.

"Isn't it cold all the time?" said the person next to him. "Look, the two teams are shaking hands. The game is about to begin!"

The two teams greeted the thunderous cheers, and the emotions accumulated for a whole year gushed out at this moment. Felix quietly increased the suction, and those full, passionate, enthusiastic, and joyful emotions gathered in him. In the palm of his hand, he looked like a dementor hiding in the crowd.

It's just that he didn't absorb much emotion, the students shuddered at most, and then became more enthusiastic and applauded thunderously.As Felix deepened his research on the magic-like talents of magical animals, he naturally understood the characteristics of the magical power in magical animals.

This is a kind of magical power that is different from that of a wizard.

To be precise, the characteristics of the magic power in each magical animal are different. Felix guessed that these magic powers are obviously affected by their own body structure.

"The talent of magical animals comes from the body, while the talent of wizards comes from the soul. In other words, the soul of the wizard is the most special—the ghost itself carries a certain amount of magic power and can slightly control water and fire—when the soul and body are combined, it is There will be a steady stream of magic power..."

"This is just speculation." Felix raised his head and looked towards the center of the playing field.

The captains of the two teams stood up and shook hands. Warren called out and pointed with a small wooden stick. The whistle sounded and the game officially started.

The fourteen players soared into the air at an extremely fast speed, and soon turned into blurred shadows in the snowflakes all over the sky.It was still Li Qiaodan standing on the high platform and explaining to the audience:
"The game started. Johnson grabbed the ball first. Of course, she weighed only half, or maybe a third, of the opponent's weight. After a year, there were new faces on both sides, Gryffindor new An extra keeper, a key position; two new batsmen on the Slytherin side...Look! Johnson crossed the two, is she going to attack? Oh, what a pity, it was almost .”

"The Quaffle is in Slytherin's hands now, Warrington is running towards the goal, there is no one in front of Warrington, the Bludger is not around, only the Gryffindor Keeper! He is new to the team --oops!"

Harry looked towards the goal quickly, and Ron threw himself out, brushing the Quaffle with his fingers but not holding it.Harry seemed to hear a sigh, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Great! The ball was blocked! Well done, I gotta say, a good opener—" Lee Jordan said excitedly.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Next time pay attention, professor, let's get back to the game, Ron defended, good start, now it's Gryffindor's turn to attack, Fred and George are near the Slytherin goal, I know it's not something Tactics, they told me privately, ahem..."

Harry didn't listen carefully, he stared at the goal with wide eyes, Ron was pumping his fist excitedly, and judging from the trajectory of the Quaffle, his hand should have changed the position of the Quaffle, allowing it to wipe The goal flew past.

Harry felt a surge of excitement. He knew that for Ron, the first ball was the most dangerous.Ron's biggest weakness is that he loses confidence when he makes a mistake, and when he misses a ball, he gets upset and loses more balls as a result.This was the data given by Ginny, and Harry chose to believe it.

He began to direct the broom to fly, the snow was getting heavier, the vision became blurred, and he almost hit the Bludger twice.After confirming that Ron didn't need help, Fred and George seemed to be ready to fulfill their pre-match promise. Two of the three shots went towards the Slytherin goalkeeper. Leitch was terrified and lost two balls in a panic.

The competition intensified, and when Harry passed Draco Malfoy for the third time, he almost counted the number of blisters on Malfoy's mouth. Malfoy's expression seemed to be sleepwalking, and Luna Some fight.

Finally, Mrs. Hooch, the referee, blew the whistle. Harry hovered in the sky and looked down. Katie seemed to be entangled with Warrington. fly.

"Serious foul!" Mrs. Hooch yelled angrily.

It took a while to help Katie get back the broom, Harry took the opportunity to fly to Ron, "How is it?"

"Not bad," said Ron, "I blocked five balls and missed three, and I'm almost getting the hang of it." He grinned happily, "But the other side was worse, Fred and George blocked Blake and he didn't even care about the goal."

"Beware they do the same to you," Harry warned him.

Ron looked uneasily at the Slytherin team, and Montague was talking to Crabbe and Goyle with their arms bare, and from this angle they were about the same size as triplets.Crabbe and Goyle blink awkwardly this way.

"Can I use a wand?" Ron asked uneasily. "I'd be tempted to cast a spell if they came all at once."

"Then you'd be sent off and our goal would be over," said Harry.

The game continues.

Harry decided to end the game as soon as possible. As time goes on, the situation will become more complicated.He flew high into the air and looked down from a few hundred feet. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the effect of the warming spell was gradually disappearing. It was especially difficult to find a small ball the size of a walnut under these conditions.He went around twice and found nothing. Instead, he saw Mafalda sketching a crooked stick figure in the audience. It was a snake with horns. Harry took a look and decided to take this matter when he had a chance. Laugh at her hard.

From time to time, Lee Jordan's commentary sounded in his ears, "The score is very tight-the two teams seem to have an angry fight with the opposing goalkeeper. I don't know if this can become a new tactic, but-- Future goalkeepers beware - Derian Puse got the ball -"

Harry finally saw it: the Snitch was hanging near the Gryffindor goal.

Crabbe and Goyle outflanked Ron, followed by Derian Pussey, forming a triangle formation—seemingly trying to replicate Gryffindor's tactics in the first half, Ron's face was pale, if he didn't use magic, He doubted he'd be crushed by the two of them.Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw Harry swooping down from a height.

There was a warm current in Ron's heart, and Harry came to save him!The current rhythm seems to be on the right track. He can think of countless similar situations. He just needs to do his own thing with peace of mind. What is it?Ron lunged forward and stopped the Quaffle.At the same moment, he heard the wind whistling in his ears, and Harry was circling upwards with the Snitch in his hand.

There were enthusiastic cheers on the court, and the lion hat on Luna's head roared in the cold air, which made Varun startled.

"The game is over."

Felix shook his head. The Slytherin team this year was really bad, and the coordination was even more problematic.But it has nothing to do with him, he took the opportunity to collect the last wave of emotional samples, and is going to go back and study it carefully.

It is difficult for a person to create emotions that he has never experienced, and he cannot create such a strong collective emotion like that on the Quidditch pitch.

In the evening, a coin that Felix kept next to him suddenly became hot.

It's Bundy the house-elf. After almost a week of waiting, has the man in Nurmengard finally made his decision?

(End of this chapter)