From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Here! Ivy! Come sit here!" In the crowded Quidditch stadium stands, Malfoy was leading his two friends to clear the way for Ivy.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the last weekend before the Christmas holiday. Although people are still in the stands, the hearts of the little wizards have long flown away.

There are restless crowds everywhere, which set off the atmosphere of the stadium.

This is Ivy's first time to watch a Quidditch match. The last time Slytherin played against Gryffindor, he ran to the Forbidden Forest to do some sneaky tricks and missed the game.

However, he still paid just enough attention to the progress of the game. After all, everyone saw Harry's heroic performance as the youngest seeker in Hogwarts for a hundred years. There was a lot of discussion during that time. Ivy couldn't help but want to know.

But what made him most proud was the anti-curse magic cast on Harry's Nimbus 2000. It seemed that Voldemort and Quirrell really couldn't make any waves. They couldn't even break through the magic he casually cast. Otherwise, what everyone should be discussing is Harry's crazy broom, not how he swallowed the Golden Snitch under the interference of Troll No. 1.

As for the possibility that Quirrell didn't do anything bad to Nimbus 2000? How could a self-righteous fool miss the opportunity to show off his cleverness in front of his master? Ivy was 99% sure that Quirrell must have done something to Harry.

"With your training, the strength of our Slytherin Quidditch team must have risen to a higher level!" Malfoy pulled Ivy to sit down, and the two guys who might block their view sat a row back very sensibly.

"I thought they wouldn't let first-year students join the Quidditch team, otherwise even if I begged my father, he would find a way to get me in to play Quidditch." The excitement on Malfoy's face was beyond words, because he knew that Slytherin would soon have a big victory.

"You know what? Ivy?" Malfoy suddenly lowered his voice, revealing a bit of mystery, "My dad has some business dealings with the Nimbus Company. It is said that they will launch a broom that will surpass the Nimbus 2000 in all aspects next year! Maybe there is a prototype product now, maybe we can play with it in the manor!"

Since Ivy accepted Malfoy's Christmas invitation, he always looks very excited. Whenever he has time, he runs to Ivy and imagines playing in Malfoy Manor.

But most of the time he is still the eldest son of the Malfoy family who is arrogant, but he always has a sense of bullying. Even when facing the eldest sister of the first-year snakes, Cassandra, he always speaks with his nose up, and Ivy is always mentioned in every three sentences, wishing to tell the world that Ivy is going to visit Malfoy Manor.

"Nimbus Company?" Ivy finally got interested. "Mr. Lucius is really well connected."

Malfoy, who finally got a response, felt proud. Just when he was about to say something to praise his father, the person sitting in the row in front of Ivy and Malfoy suddenly turned around and showed a familiar face - Snape.

"I thought you would be waiting to play in the player's lounge, Mr. Doom?" Professor Snape still refused to give up his damn elegance. The smile on Malfoy's face immediately faded, and he became a kid waiting to be criticized. Judging from his proficiency, it was probably not the first time he had a similar conversation with Professor Snape.

"Don't worry, professor. You will soon witness their transformation. Besides, the opponent is just a group of Ravenclaws, so I don't need to take action." Ivy would not be scared by Snape's dark face, because he knew that this man was a pure love warrior, and he was not as vicious and aggressive as he looked.

"Ha! It seems that our Slytherin finally has a Quidditch genius. I'm afraid I have to remind you - you have never flown on a broomstick on the field, have you?" Snape's face did not get better. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and praised Ivy's talent in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't worry, professor, I fly much better than you think!" Ivy said briskly, "I promise to appear in the second match with Gryffindor and defeat Harry personally, okay?"

"I don't care how Potter will fail, but you have to remember that the glory of Slytherin is the most important." Snape turned his head after saying that, but Ivy swore that he definitely saw a satisfied expression on Snape's face.

Malfoy, who witnessed the whole process, said silently "Cool!" He had never seen any student dare to talk to the dean of Slytherin like this, but when he thought it was Ivy, he suddenly felt much more reasonable.

"Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the game began!"

The commentator for this game was still the Weasley twins' friend, the fearless and instigating Lee Jordan. Professor McGonagall was always by his side to supervise him, to prevent him from being beaten up by dissatisfied Slytherin students after the game because of being too biased.

"Okay - now let's see how the first ball is handled - bad! The Slytherin Chaser grabbed the Quaffle! I have to say that their size is indeed ridiculously large compared to the Ravenclaw students, but I believe that they must be clumsy in terms of -"

"Watch your words! Mr. Jordan!" Professor McGonagall reminded.

"I mean, Slytherin's players may be inferior to flexibility -the ball scored! Without any fancy movements, accelerate the ball, make the ball into the goal frame, and there is no technical content. If I am It is the captain of Ravenclaw, maybe some training for the goalkeeper after the game. "

Lee Jordan's speech aroused the dissatisfaction of Ravenclaw's watch. For a while, some people even raised the middle finger.

However, Lee Jordan, who has a big heart, obviously didn't care much, and continued to do commentary for the game: "Ravenclaw kicks off, the three chasing players are closely cooperating, ghost flying balls back and forth between them back and forth back and forth back and forth. Passing.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Jordan!" Professor McGonaged roared.

"I understand, professor -wait, is that a golden flying thief? It seems that Ravenclaw's finding player may end the game in advance -because he is very close. Slytherin finds Higgs Also noticed this, we are rushing over with a broom!

The Giant No. 7 perfectly executed Avi's tactics. When the team occupied the upper hand, do not have to rush to grab the golden thief. Use appropriate foul to create the opportunity to open a difference in the team.