Obscure at Hogwarts

Chapter 29 You have a good broom

Just like the basketball courts and football fields on campus in the Muggle world, the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts is also a place where conflicts can easily break out.

reason...

It may be that countless boys and girls have nowhere to vent their hormones.

Therefore, Louis believes that when these boys and girls have a wonderful relationship and open the door to the new world, they will find Quidditch to be meaningless and there is no magic to help each other and make progress together. Come on fun.

And the reason why the quarrel broke out in front of us...

Although it cannot be said that it was all the Slytherin Quidditch players' fault, according to Louis' understanding, they were at least [-]% responsible.

Slytherin students are very unpleasant.

Most of them adhere to the argument of pure-blood supremacy and look down on Gryffindor students, thinking that they are just a bunch of fools. They also look down on the nerds of Laclauvin and the idiots of Hufflepuff, blindly thinking that only Slytherin students are pure-blooded and naturally superior to others.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players borrowed the pitch for training today. Charlie had already reported this. Logically speaking, the Slytherin Quidditch players had already been notified.

But they still come.

Maybe they feel that the Gryffindor Quidditch players are a bunch of idiots, and lending them a field to train on is a waste of resources, far less cost-effective than borrowing the field for training by themselves and others.

Charlie's character tends to be calm.

Seeing that the Slytherin Quidditch players wanted to occupy the field, Charlie tried to reason with them, saying that he would go to Mrs. Hooch to explain the situation. In turn, the Slytherin Quidditch players laughed at him, mocking him for being a troublemaker. A coward who will cry to Mrs. Huo Qi whenever there is nothing wrong.

Charlie may be able to bear these sarcasms, but as younger brothers, George and Fred, can they bear it?

Can the Gryffindor Quidditch players behind him endure it?

impossible!

Then...

Ok.

Hands-on is impossible.

When Louis quietly walked into the Gryffindor team, as the quarrel between the two parties escalated several times, there were simply more people involved in the quarrel, and the distance between the two changed from the original 10 meters to It's only five meters.

Looking at the people involved in the quarrel, all of them looked red-faced and no one wanted to take action. Louis sighed deeply and walked straight out of the Gryffindor team and came to the front of the Slytherin team. In front of the buck-toothed boy, he asked with an indifferent expression:

"what's your name?"

"Ok?"

The buck-toothed boy frowned slightly, then sneered and asked Charlie: "Hey, Charlie, who is this kid? Is he a new member of your Gryffindor team?"

As soon as the buck-toothed boy finished speaking, the Slytherin Quidditch players behind him laughed and said:

"Sure enough, Gryffindor can't do it. Look at that little guy, his thighs don't seem as thick as Marcus' arms!"

"Charlie, your team doesn't even spare a newly weaned baby?"

"Stop wasting the stadium's resources! Your Quidditch match will be lost!"

The ridicule from Slytherin inevitably made Charlie's face turn red with anger, but he was even more afraid of what the Slytherins would do to Louis. He held it in for a long time before shouting dully:

"Louis, come back first! I will handle the matter here!"

However, at this time, Louis seemed to have not heard Charlie's call, and asked the buck-toothed boy again in an indifferent tone:

"what's your name?"

"What? Do you really want to know my name?"

The buck-toothed boy smiled playfully and said: "My name is Marcus Flint. Remember my name, kid. Go back and tell your mother. He will be one of Slytherin's greatest chasers!"

"Oh...Marcus, the best pursuer?"

"Of course!"

Marcus glanced in the direction of Charlie and others, and said with a confident smile: "Much better than you Gryffindor trash!"

"Then you must be flying very fast?"

"Ok?"

Marcus raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the Sweep series broom in Louis' hand and said, "What? Do you want to compete with me?"

"I think you're right."

Louis smiled slightly and said: "I just learned how to fly on a broom from Charlie today. Unfortunately, I don't like the broom Charlie prepared for me. Your broom looks very good. Do you have the guts to try it with me?"

"interesting!"

Marcus raised his hands and shouted loudly: "Hey, guys! This little guy wants to compete with me to see who can fly faster. Do you think I should agree to it?"

"Hahaha, Marcus, are you going to bully an unweaned baby?"

"Who does that brat think he is? Does he think he can represent Gryffindor?"

"Why don't we let that coward Charlie compete with Marcus? How about the loser gets out of the stadium?"

Listening to Slytherin's provocation, Charlie walked towards Marcus with a broom, seemingly ready to accept Marcus's challenge on Louis' behalf.

But...

How smart Marcus is!

He and Marcus had competed in Quidditch matches countless times, knowing that he and Charlie were about the same level, and there was no [-]% certainty that he could win against him.

Look at Louis again.

Just a new student with a sweeping broomstick.

Therefore, without giving Charlie a chance to step forward to challenge, Marcus waved his hand to stop Slytherin's taunting, and said with a contemptuous smile:

"Little guy, I accept your challenge, but after you lose...you're going to kneel down and beg your seniors to leave. How about that?"

"What if you lost?" Louis asked calmly.

"I?"

As if he heard something funny, Marcus laughed a few times, holding his stomach and laughing: "If I lose, my Nimbus 1500 will be yours!"

"pity..."

"Unless your prank can scare Professor McGonagall into running away, there is absolutely no way you can defeat me!"

Frighten the cat lady?

is it hard?

Louis raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Instead, Charlie rushed forward and yelled angrily: "Marcus, you are so despicable. What kind of skills do you have in bullying freshmen? Come at me if you have the ability!"

"Sorry, Charlie."

Marcus replied coldly: "The person I'm competing with is the freshman from Gryffindor, not you. You'd better stay there for me, otherwise I don't mind coming back after cleaning up the freshman." Get rid of you!"

With that said, Marcus looked at Louis, flew into the sky on his broom, pointed at the gate of the stadium and said: "Hey, little guy, let's see who can fly to the gate first!"

"no problem."

Louis heard this and rode on the broom, but was held down by Charlie before taking off.

"Louis, you can't beat Marcus, come down! We...we'll leave the stadium right now and give our place to these Slytherin idiots!"

"Thanks, Charlie."

Louis smiled confidently and said: "In terms of flying speed, I may not be able to beat that guy named Marcus, but who can fly to the stadium gate, I think... it must be me!"

"What... what do you mean?"

Not understanding the meaning of Louis' words, Charlie was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt an inexplicable loosening of his palms, and in the blink of an eye he saw Louis flying into the air on a broomstick.

At this time, Charlie thought it was impossible to stop the competition between Louis and Marcus.

Therefore, he could only watch in despair as a Slytherin Quidditch player flew into the air and started counting down in front of Louis and Marcus, silently praying for a miracle to happen.

No one believed that Louis could out-fly Marcus.

Including the twins and Galen.

They believed that if Louis and Marcus competed in spells, transformation spells, and even history of magic quizzes, Louis might be able to beat Marcus.

But than Fei...

"Ugh..."

Sighing deeply, George and Fred closed their eyes forcefully, as if they couldn't bear to see Louis being tortured by Slytherins.

But just when the twins, like Charlie, were silently praying for a miracle to happen...

The countdown is over.

Then, when the flying contest between Louis and Marcus began, Charlie, who was praying with his eyes closed, suddenly heard Galen next to them exclaim:

"Look at it!"

"That Marcus flies so slowly!"

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