Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 408 Fake Dementors

 In the chaos, all the team members finally returned to the ground.

The Gryffindor team won, but they couldn't help but laugh when they looked at Hufflepuff who was celebrating not far away.

The score has not been opened up, they are still one hundred and ninety points behind Hufflepuff, everything is the same as at the beginning.

On the other side, the Hufflepuff team, which had nominally lost the game, was as lively as if they were celebrating Christmas.

 “You really did it!”

Qiu jumped up and down excitedly, "I saw your plan a long time ago... giving up the Golden Snitch is simply too risky. I can't even imagine what will happen if I fail. Fortunately, you succeeded!"

“Success is a given,” Cedric said with a smile. “Don’t forget we have the best chasers and the most ferocious beaters... In front of them, it’s just a Firebolt, it’s no big deal.”

“It’s mainly because you held Harry back.” Kyle said with a smile: “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have that much time to score.”

"Yes, Captain!" Mikel patted his shoulder hard, "Use a Nimbus 1700 to hold down the Firebolt for half an hour. Seriously...if you receive an invitation from a professional team tomorrow, I will You won’t find it strange, just like that Crewe…well, what’s that person’s name?”

 “Krum, Viktor Krum.”

Qiu said next to him: "Durmstrang's current student is also the most talented seeker in centuries. Last year, he was already competed by several well-known Quidditch teams.

 There is news that he will also represent Bulgaria in next year's Quidditch World Cup. "

Cedric originally wanted to be humble. After all, in terms of talent as a seeker, he is really not as good as Krum. This is a fact.

He had already become famous on the Quidditch field when he was fifteen years old. He was also fifteen years old, but he had not even received an invitation letter from a professional team... not even a substitute invitation.

But seeing Qiu’s excited look, Cedric swallowed the words that came to his lips and responded vaguely.

I don’t know if he agrees with Qiu or is responding to Mikel.

 …

 “Shameful trick!”

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's angry roar suddenly came from not far away.

 "Despicable, cowardly, trying to trouble the Gryffindor Seeker! Each of you will be put in solitary confinement, and Slytherin will deduct fifty points!"

Everyone turned their heads in confusion and saw Professor McGonagall with an angry face, as well as several people lying in a heap on the court.

Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and Marcus Flint... They were struggling to get out of their long, hooded black robes. Judging from their appearance, Malfoy should be standing next to Goyle. on the shoulders.

 Obviously, the "dementors" just now were pretended to be them.

Not to mention, these people are really careful. Not only did they choose robes of the same color as the dementors, but they also cut them into tatters. If you look down from a high place, they really look fake. .

George stood nearby, holding the big bat tightly in his hand... He took a quick glance just now and subconsciously screamed.

If Harry was distracted and lost the Golden Snitch, they would definitely lose this game, and he really wouldn't know how he would face the other team members.

Thinking of this, George quietly aimed at Marcus Flint's head and quietly raised the stick in his hand.

 But the next second, a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder.

 “Can you please borrow it, Mr. Weasley, thank you.”

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice his little move and walked straight over from behind.

"I got news that dementors appeared here again... It's really strange. As far as I know, they should all be in Hogsmeade at the moment." "It's these students!" Professor McGonagall explained: "They pretended to be dementors in an attempt to influence the game..."

"No wonder..." Professor Dumbledore suddenly said: "Where's Severus, does he know about this?"

 “Probably not yet.”

“Then let someone inform him...”

 After that, Malfoy and the others were brought back to the castle by Professor McGonagall.

As soon as they left the field, the Gryffindor students burst into laughter, as if they had won the Quidditch Cup. Ron stood at the front of the crowd, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand straight up.

"No wonder I didn't feel cold at all at that time..." Cedric said, "I thought it was because I had learned the Patronus Charm."

“Fifty points deducted, solitary confinement...It can be seen that Professor McGonagall is really angry this time.”

 “Who let them cause trouble at the Quidditch match?”

 Kyle said with some humor, "And both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore hate dementors, and they have brought it upon themselves."

"Forget it..." Cedric shook his head, "The others are already preparing to leave, let's go back quickly."

Several people didn’t even change their team uniforms and hurriedly left the stadium. They were not in a hurry to celebrate, but to send several injured players to the campus hospital.

Especially for the two chasers, the excitement of the game has gradually passed, and now they only feel the severe pain of their broken arms.

And Mikel...he talks a little bit.

 …

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey complained that the Quidditch game was too dangerous while skillfully connecting Grace's arm.

 “Don’t remove the bandage, and don’t carry anything too heavy. Just rest for a few days and you’ll be fine.”

"As for you..." She looked at Mikel again, "The clothes are in the cabinet. Find a hospital bed by yourself. You will probably stay here for two days."

"What?" Mikel almost jumped up when he heard her words, "It's just a few teeth filled. Do I still need to be hospitalized?"

Tonight, there will definitely be a lively banquet in the common room, and Mikel doesn't want to miss it.

“Can I come back on Monday?” he asked tentatively.

 “Of course not!”

Madam Pomfrey raised her voice, "You were hit on the head by the Bludger. I'm surprised you weren't carried over... No matter what, you have to do a detailed examination!"

"It wasn't a direct hit..." Mikel quickly explained: "I missed the ball and let the Bludger hit my face. It's actually not serious at all."

"That won't work!" Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, "No matter what, you have to stay here today, or I will tell Professor Sprout."

　　Hearing the name of his dean, Mikel's face suddenly fell.

 He knew that he would definitely not be able to escape this time. Even if he escaped, he would definitely be caught.

 The banquet...

Mikel felt so uncomfortable, why did he miss the target at that time.

 (End of this chapter)